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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2019-03-13 01:18 pm (UTC)

I can't remember, either. None of us can.

[ It's softly said and the first real bit of information she can offer him that says, trust me. I'm like you. Peggy's gaze flickers over his shoulder then hers, aware that they are in public and need to be careful of what they discuss. But crowds are good for masking private conversations, drunken ones even more so β€” no one pays attention.

So she stabs a wooden fork into a dumpling and holds it up, like a prop. And keeps talking. ]


But we're trying to find whoever is responsible. There's more of us like you, displaced from home, and we all arrived the same way: dropped in the middle of New Amsterdam. The locals don't know. But every time a new group arrives, we do our best to be the welcoming committee β€” answer questions, get everyone to a secure location.

[ Now she does pop that dumpling into her mouth and chews only once or twice before asking, ever so ladylike, ]

What's your name?

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