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[Harassing Bellamy is always an important part of Callisto's day, when the opportunity arises. Sometimes, she'll go weeks without either seeing him or seeking him out; other times, she'll show up outside his apartment like clockwork, several days in a row, and usually for no reason in particular. Today is one of those days. He closes the front door behind him, and she drops down from the lowermost platform of a nearby fire escape, immediately falling into step beside him. Her duffle bag is slung over one shoulder, but her titanium bat is out, and she idly swings it through the air as they walk.]

I look like your bodyguard.

[She muses, considering first him, then the bat.]

Does that make you feel weak?

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[It's a cold evening, so Callisto has her fire going, set up a few dozen yards into the forest where so few people dare to go. She likes this spot. It's far enough past the treeline that she feels properly in the woods rather than in the town - but not so far that she starts to feel the unsettling effects the deep woods cause, and not so far that she can't see the lights of the houses, or the shadows of people moving within them.

She doesn't like being inside, but she likes seeing inside. It's a personal quirk that she makes a point of not examining too closely.

Right now, though, it's something moving outside that catches her eye: an unfamiliar figure, smaller than most of the other people that she regularly watches, disappearing out of view and then reappearing again as they move through the yards at the edge of the woods. Callisto shifts, getting one of the broader tree trunks out of the way of her line of sight. Then she abruptly stands, stomps out the dregs of her fire, and quietly moves forward, waiting until she's nearly at the treeline herself before she speaks up.]

Boo.

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[It's Callisto's second day in Norfinbury. She has roughly 5% of an idea of what's going on, and even that 5% is colored by misconceptions and incorrect assumptions (this is a snowy corner of Tartarus, right?), none of which are helped by the fact that she hasn't quite figured out the network yet. So far, she's screamed for attention from Hades and Ares, and received nothing from either of them. She's wandered around a bit in the snow, trying and failing to get her bearings. She's gathered up some warmer clothes (because leather armor really isn't warm). And she's gotten into a scuffle over supplies and murdered a man. As you do.

She doesn't know his name. They'd tumbled into the house at the same time, half an hour or so before lockdown, and had the bad luck of zeroing in on the same puffy down jacket that just happened to be folded neatly on the living room sofa. Neither of them had been polite or selfless enough to step back and let the other have it. Both of them had wanted it badly enough to try and fight for it. But only one of them, as it turned out, had had the stomach to deliver a killing blow.

Her plan is to drag his body outside and dump it before the doors lock, because while spending the night locked up with a corpse is doable, it's not really preferable. Those plans are waylaid, however, by the front door opening and another woman tramping in. Kneeling at the head of the body, table-lamp-turned-murder-weapon lying on its side next to her, Callisto blinks in surprise at her unfamiliar appearance (is she some sort of dryad?). But she doesn't seem that perturbed, and she certainly doesn't seem guilty.]

Was he with you?

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[The summer heat doesn't bother Callisto. Indoor air conditioning is nice enough, but it makes the air feel stale and unnatural, and even when she ducks indoors for some relief she usually finds herself ducking back out again after only a short time has passed. The humidity is certainly something of a change, but nothing she can't deal with. It just means she spends a little more time sitting in the shade, quiet and still.

The spot she's picked for her rest today is right in the middle of the action: she's parked herself under a large tree next to a busy pedestrian street, and she's watching the passers-by with a vague half-interest. A few of them stare openly at the ratty-looking woman with an equally-ratty duffle and a scratched-up titanium baseball bat. Callisto either stares back, shoots them a poisonous look to send them scurrying off, or ignores them entirely. Every so often she'll flash one a toothy smile and a little wave, and that usually sends them scurrying, too.

Max is the first person that she recognizes, and the first person she actually studies closely. After a long moment of watching her with too-intense interest, she hops up, shoulders her bag, and falls into step next to her.]

My, my; you look like you're walking with purpose. Are you off to somewhere exciting?

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[Callisto wakes up in a little thatch house in a small village, and at first breath, it reminds her so much of Cirra that it sends her head spinning. When she realizes a half-second later that it isn't her old home magically come back to life, fury quickly overtakes confusion, and the end result is that the welcoming do-gooder who swings by to greet her ends up in a headlock with her sword to his throat. In the ensuing scuffle, she learns a few important things. One - she is as alone as she was in Tartarus, with none of her army here to back her up. Two - the man she almost killed is not alone, and indeed has a whole slew of companions willing and able to rush to his defense. And three - she has never seen a small village filled to the brim with this many trained fighters. One woman (clearly favored by some god or another, or perhaps a minor goddess herself) has some sort of ice power, which she uses to immobilize Callisto by freezing her wrists to the wall.

While they have her restrained, they explain. She, like them, has been pulled from her own world and into this one, by persons unknown and for reasons unknown. Everyone wakes up in this village, and with every new arrival, a new little house for them magically appears. They grow and hunt their own food, and everybody works together (this part is stressed) to try to survive and find a way home. They show her something that they call a "network device" that's used for instantaneous communication over long distances, and explain that, just like the house, she's been given one of her own.

Callisto promises not to attack them if they set her free, and they actually do, which is as good evidence as anything that this is another world entirely - no one from her own would trust her promises. Luckily for them, though, she doesn't currently have a lot of interest in laying waste to this place - at the moment, she's more interested in getting out. It's clear to her that the entire village (with its magic people and magic houses and magic communication boxes) is in some sort of thrall to a powerful being, and she's not interested in sticking around until said being shows up to collect on all the gifts it's been giving out.

They all warn her that she's making a mistake. The forest beyond the village is filled with monsters, and no one who's tried to leave for good has ever come back. (Well, of course not, Callisto thinks to herself. What do they think leaving for good means?) She pays their warnings no mind, taking only her sword and, after some thought, the network device. She might not trust it enough to use it, but she wants to examine it further. And then she goes.

The forest, she finds, isn't that much different from the ones she's used to. Maybe it's filled with monsters and maybe it isn't, but it is filled with game animals, and she's able to easily catch a rabbit for dinner, which she cooks over an open fire. It's towards the end of her meal that she notices that she has a visitor, lurking in the trees about twenty yards from where she sits. She squints through the gloom, trying to make out any details or features, but the only conclusion she comes away with is that they're vaguely human-shaped.]

Are you one of the monsters?

[She calls out.]

Or are you somebody else who wasn't interested in being fattened up for slaughter?

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[Evening is coming on fast - lockdown too, though she doesn't know it - and Callisto has been in Norfinbury for roughly twelve hours. She has not registered her tablet. She has not gone outside. She has spent the past day exploring every inch of the strange, unfamiliar house that she's found herself in. Whatever corner of Tartarus this is, it's unlike anything she's ever seen or heard of before, and she can't figure out what the point of it is - not a single other soul has popped up, and no attempts at torture or torment have been made. It's just... quiet.

Well, except for the thin square box that repeatedly talks to her, telling over over and over again to "register by touching the screen". Meaningless. The first few times, she questions it - asking who's speaking, asking for clarification, asking why - but it never answers, never says anything but that same sentence over and over again, and it doesn't take long for her to get sick of it. In one of the smaller rooms, there's some sort of porcelain chair with a hollow, water-filled center. She drops the box in the water, flips down the lid, and leaves it alone. Hopefully whatever spirit is possessing it is capable of being drowned.

By the time Beau arrives for the evening, Callisto will have sequestered herself to one of the back bedrooms. She's picked the house clean already, and every single tidbit and trinket she's found has been piled in a great heap on the floor. She sits in the middle of her spoils, wearing a blanket that she's turned into something of a makeshift robe, and is currently in the process of inventorying. When she hears a door open, hears footsteps, she freezes, head whipping in the direction that the noise is coming from. She doesn't stand, but her body is taut, like a viper waiting to strike.]

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[Callisto has been in Norfinbury for a little over a month, and she's already cemented herself as A Fucking Problem. So far two people have died by her hand in disputes over supplies, and she's made it very clear over the network that she'd be happy to make it three. A couple people have attested that it is possible to work with her, if you can get her interested in a shared goal; she wants to get out of here as much as anybody else does, after all. But even those people say that she's erratic and unpleasant, and so before long, she becomes somebody that newbies are regularly warned away from. Don't get on her radar. Don't push her buttons for fun. Maybe just don't interact, period.

But not interacting isn't always easy here - not when the houses lock you in at night, and trying to stay out in the snow means certain death from either the cold or the monsters.

The house that Edgeworth ends up in will seem empty, at first. It's been pretty well picked clean by others who have passed through, but the taps run, and someone has left a helpful note scrawled in large letters across the living room wallpaper: The small bedroom upstairs has heat! Enjoy!

It might seem too good to be true, and maybe it is - because not minutes after the doors lock for the night, a dull, repetitive banging sound starts up, and it's coming from upstairs. Looks like he might not be alone here after all.]

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