i came out to have a good time and i am honestly feeling so attacked right now

[ciao]

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[ex_doses270]

[ Good choice. Her lips curl upwards in a satisfied smirk. She won't get a 'thank you', but it's appreciated. ]

I see. It does seem a place with a less than refined atmosphere. [ She flicks her hand, taking in the cafe as a whole. ] This appears to be the nicest place there is.

[duad]

[ Stormer briefly looks behind her at the counter before turning her attention back to the woman. ]

It is really fancy. Definitely more cosmopolitan than anything else here, but I don't know... [ She softly smiles and her eyebrows furrow a bit. ] The rest of the places aren't so bad. Honeybee's kinda nice.

[ex_doses270]

I will have to take your word for it.

[ As one can imagine, golden high heels aren't great for walking a whole town in. She looks over Stormer once more, then seems to come to a decision. ]

Have a seat.

[duad]

Oh. Sure! Thanks.

[ She sounds a little surprised at that, because it's a gesture she isn't really used to in the first place. Stormer places down her drink and sandwich and slides the chair out. Smoothing her skirt down behind her, she takes her seat in the most polite manner. It's not false or an attempt to suck up, it's just a part of who she is. ]

I'm Mary by the way. [ She softly smiles, gingerly extending her hand. ] Mary Phillips.

[ex_doses270]

Excella Gionne.

[ SHe takes the hand, briefly squeezing before returning to her cup. ]

I take it you have been here awhile, Ms Phillips?

[duad]

[ She returns the gesture, before placing both hands in her lap. Stormer shrugs. ]

Not that long... at least, not as long as some other people. I've just been here for two months.

[ex_doses270]

And no sign of this...landlord in all that time.

[ She says the word 'landlord' as one might say something much, much fouler than that. ]

[duad]

I've only writ— uh, texted him, but I... I haven't actually seen him.

[ She tilts her head a little bit, looking thoughtful. ]

I don't know if he ever has shown himself or not though. Never thought to ask...

[ex_doses270]

[ Now there's a thought. She flicks open her phone - gold and expensive, of course, to match the rest - and does a brief search. All her Tricell contacts gone, no signal, and one big fat load of people she doesn't know. ]

He is certainly thorough. [ Her eyes lift from the screen to fix on Mary again. ] What else?

[duad]

Um, well... things happen? [ Her own gaze flickers over to the window, before falling onto her phone, and then back to her. She has a hard time maintaining eye contact and suddenly feels a little anxious. ]

It's a little hard to explain... they sorta come outta nowhere. There... was a mandatory paintball game not that long ago. We got dropped in places without any warning.

[ex_doses270]

All for the amusement of this landlord.

[ She can hardly talk, considering the massive human rights violations Tricell and Umbrella have committed, but it still makes her wrinkle her nose when it could be happening to her. The anger is contained, but only barely. ]

Do people change at all whilst they are here? Why has the government of...wherever this is not intervened?

[duad]

I—I only know one person who has, but... he became human and has stayed a human since he got here. If anyone else has 'changed' then I definitely haven't heard about it. There isn't a government here either... or if there is, then they've been really quiet...

[ There's some sympathy in her voice, like she's trying her best to explain everything with only knowing so little. ]

There's a law enforcement, but they're not actually from Holly Heights. [ She lightly shrugs again and reaches for her coffee. ] Otherwise... most people seem to be alright with being here.

[ex_doses270]

[ Now that was interesting. Becoming human from something else is a trick even Umbrella hasn't managed in her world. It just further confirms her belief that this is some crude trick to get her to give up industrial secrets.

She may be a little self-absorbed. Maybe. ]

I did not realise Stockholm Syndrome was so widespread here. Surely you don't think that any of this is for your own benefit?

[duad]

I... it's not that easy.

[ She retreats into her shell a little, struggling with her words. ]

People live different lives here. They don't get hurt, they escape war and stuff like that, they actually know what it's like to live a life where they can... they can experience what it's like to belong.

[ex_doses270]

Everything you are saying can apply to any half-decent prison as well. Hiding one's head in the sand does not make these problems go away. That is a coward's way out, and I will not stand for being subjected to it for some imagined slight this man has against me.

[duad]

But I don't think—

[ She stops in the middle of voicing that thought like she's decided against it and moves onto another instead. ]

He's the one who decides if we leave or not.

[ex_doses270]

Unacceptable.

[ A very smart girl. Excella is just the sort who has grown very, very used to getting her way. ]

At the very least, the United Nations should be mobilising against this.

[duad]

[ Stormer brings the cup to her lips, but pauses to speak. ]

I don't think the United Nations even knows this place exists. It's not... exactly located in a universe we're familiar with.

[ex_doses270]

Hmph. [ She takes a sip of her own coffee. ] I'm sure that's what he would want you all to think.

[duad]

[ Stormer takes a long sip. This conversation is far too familiar to her — just replace "Landlord" with "Jem" and there truly is no difference. It takes her a moment to respond after she places her cup down. ]

I—I'm not going to sit here and tell you things to change your mind, because it doesn't really work that way, but... if you think there's something worth looking into, then it might not be a bad idea to try. Just as long as the people who want to stay here can.

[ex_doses270]

If they wish to stay cooped up in this gauche little prison, I am not going to stop them. But if there is a way out, I will find it.

Hopefully, I will be able to count on some useful people to assist me.

[duad]

Um... you could ask the people who have been here longer? They might be able to help you figure something out, I guess. O—or at least where to start.

[ex_doses270]

I may just do that.

[ But if she's to be believed, there's no rush. Setting down her cup, she signals with a flick of the hand for another, the gold of her watch gleaming. ]

[duad]

[ Stormer's drinking her coffee when she watches the motion and says nothing for a few seconds before smiling a little bit. Excella's got tons more restraint than Pizzazz, but... well, everything else is there and it's hard to ignore. Then again, she hasn't spent a large amount of time with many wealthy people like she has with Miss Gabor, she's just come across them in the industry with no real interaction. It's hard not to compare the two. ]

Well... until then... [ Stormer places her drink down, then motions to her, palm outward. ] What do you do? A—As a career, I mean.

[ex_doses270]

[ She spares the barista the merest of glances when he brings over the new cup, waiting until he has left before continuing to speak. ]

I am the regional director of Tricell Africa. It is largely a pharmaceutical conglomerate, but of course we have other interests as well.