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[Some people might be glad to find out that they're no longer fictional. Some might maturely go about the sudden news with dignity and caution. Others might dive into the opportunity to learn about the "real world" as much as they can, quickly coming to terms with their new lives. Surely, a few have taken the most rational routes possible or even found humor in their new whereabouts.

Alisha is in none of those categories.]

Someone needs to tell me wot the fuck is going on right now.

[Does she believe anything the hospital staff told her? No. Not in the least. Actually, she's of the opinion that some storm-empowered jerk is running around, using his power to change everything up, some way, somehow. At any rate, there has to be someone in this God-forsaken place that knows what's truly going on; without any way of knowing where to even begin looking for a person, she turns to mass video.]

At the very least, please tell me someone else out there doesn't believe all that hospital doctor bullshit.

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[Anita is happy to be as patient as she needs to be while Alisha absorbs.]

A lycanthrope is a shapeshifter. Lycanthropy is caused by an infection, you get it through being bitten or scratched by another lycanthrope. Anything that draws blood. There's werewolves, wererats, wereleopards... those are the most common, but there are other, rarer breeds. Weretigers, weresnakes, werehyenas. Those last ones are really nasty.

Most lycanthropes aren't that way by choice, but a lot of them adopt a pretty dangerous and barbaric lifestyle. I don't like discriminating against shapeshifters, but there are some who need to have a close eye kept on them.

[Alisha listens closely despite her reservations, actually hanging on every word, though perhaps not for the reason she should.]

You're actually really serious about all of this, aren't you?

[For a while there, she had assumed it was just some tall tale or at the very least, some sort of long, drawn-out, and very dry joke.]

[She shrugs, turning one hand up.]

Not even the world's best pathological liar could be as serious as I am right now.

Well... fuck.

[Alisha's not sure what else to say, much less what she should say. Heck, she's not even sure what to make of Anita at the moment, her initial impression quickly crumbling.]

I'm not trying to convince you. Just telling you what's always been fact for me. I'm pretty damn involved with all of that stuff, or I was before I came here. Not always by choice, but there it is. My life is being ass-deep in monsters. There's nothing I could do to convince myself they aren't real, at this point.

Uh, best of luck to you, yeah?

[That information might just keep her slightly unsettled in the meantime; at the very least, it'll be on the back burner as she experiences more of New Moore, the good, the bad, and the ugly.]

If I run into any mentals with fur and fangs, I'll be sure to give you a call.

Keep that in mind. I know you're skeptical, but if you do run into something along those lines? Yeah. I'm the girl to call.

Trust me, I'll remember to. If it comes to that.

[She can't imagine forgetting this girl or what she's said even if she wanted to.]

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