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[sadandsingle]

Hello? [You can't really see much of anything for a moment, until Tosh pushes herself up into a sitting position on a pile of sand, fumbling for her device. She's been in better shape; right now, she looks exhausted, like she hasn't slept or eaten for more than a day, and she's been crying, to boot. Oh, yeah, and her clothes are ripped, dusty, and have bloodstains on them. She pushes her glasses up for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose, before she begins speaking again.]

I have to say, this isn't what I expected. Though, after speaking with Owen, I'm not sure I expected anything at all.

[She scoops up a handful of sand and watches the grains fall through her fingers - then, because it's the scientific sort of thing to do, she takes another handful, sniffs it, and...yep, licks a few grains.]

Well, the sand seems ordinary enough. And what about this thing? What is it?

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video;

[intheblanks]

[Whatever it is, her device is now showing a close up of someone unimpressed by her sand licking.]

I take it your mother never told you what other kids do in sandpits?

[sadandsingle]

This doesn't exactly look like children have been playing in it.

[intheblanks]

Hard to tell by looking.

[Though that's what he's doing, as much of an assessment as can be made through a screen. She looks a wreck.]

You expected something more along the lines of white clouds, pearly gates?

[At a guess.]

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[a_parting_word]

The... talking box?

[sadandsingle]

Something like that, yes. Is it some sort of PDA?

[a_parting_word]

It's a... talking box.

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[fatespoken]

You might catch something from that.

[sadandsingle]

It's only a few grains; the odds certainly seem to be in my favour.

[fatespoken]

You're in the City: alternative universe, no way out, one way in, curses every few days.

Questions?

[coyote_walking]

[Another one? This was getting to be like old home week.]

Tosh?

[sadandsingle]

[...hello, completely unfamiliar woman.]

Yes?

[coyote_walking]

You don't know me, but I knew you - or another you.

It's confusing here in the City.

Anyway, my name is Mercy, and I'm staying in a house with Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones. Gwen's here in the City too.

We have more than enough room for you, even have a room with some of your old things, and I know Jack and Ianto would love to have you here.

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[likeabreath]

... Tosh?

[sadandsingle]

Hello, Gwen.

[likeabreath]

You're going to get sand in your teeth if you keep that up.

[likesavantgarde]

[pause pause]

Tosh... hi. Welcome to the City.

[sadandsingle]

Hi, Ianto.

[likesavantgarde]

Hi.

Has anyone explained to you where we are yet? [not that he's been here more than a few days, best to leave the explanations to someone who knows this place better.]

[sometimes_boe]

Toshiko...[Trying to remain smooth.]

I'm glad you joined us. You know, if you wanted to try the sand here, I think you'll find the beach tastes better.

[sadandsingle]

I'm not going to keep licking the sand, Jack. [lineface]

[sometimes_boe]

Well, that's good to know.

Are you okay? I'll come find you.

[iwasherefirst]

You all right? [Rose is more worried about the bloodstains and she's gotten used to the Doctor licking things he probably shouldn't be licking.]

[sadandsingle]

I- [she sets the network device down for a moment and turns away from the camera, looking down at her stomach, where there is definitely no longer a bullet wound] Apparently.

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[latenightfondue]

Forget that, sweetheart, you ain't looking too good there. Y'okay?

[sadandsingle]

I wasn't, but now I am. I guess all of my wounds were healed when I came here.