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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.]
devoutish: (a broken clock is right twice a day)
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[Alfie has been aware of Edgeworth since he'd arrived, but hasn't gone out of his way to talk to him. They don't quite move in different circles - that's hard to do, in a ruined town of less than 100 people - but so far, Alfie knows very little about the guy, and he doubts that Edgeworth knows much more about him.

So when they end up at the same house one night, too close to the nightly lockdown for either of them to find someplace else, there's a little bit of dancing around each other to be done. Alfie settles on the couch (though later he plans to make a bid for the only bedroom and its bare mattress) to sort through his things, digging out a half-empty box of Cheez-Its for dinner. He's been quiet so far, pretty much ignoring Edgeworth, but now he tilts the box in his direction.]


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