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Right, so. Let me see if I understand everything here.

My life, my entire being was nothing more than someone's cooked up, crack pipe idea. That who I am and everything else about me wasn't real, but now I'm real. Like the damned puppet from that story. Could never really stand it, even as a kid.

Heh, great. Really that's just fucking great. I don't have to worry about anything more, right? That's supposed to be the beauty in having this 'clean slate' here, ain't it?

You know what, don't answer that. Just leave me the hell alone.

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Right. Got it.

What do you do to wind down, then?

[Well, before she used to go out stealing, causing trouble or selling drugs...guessing she can't really do that here. Although there is one thing...]

Bottle of whiskey or gin, though vodka works every now and then. Got any of that?

I can manage one of those. Where?

[Well...maybe there's another useful person on this island. Let's see how well this will go.]

Have to meet someone first, but how about the Nancy Pheony in about an hour.

I'll be there.

[Wait till you actually meet him, Sarah. That'll be fun. Not that he means to drink with her, but still.]

[Oh yeah, she seems to keep drawing crazy people to her. As long as he's not there to take DNA samples, talk about Neo-Evolution or anything of the like...they should be okay.

She'll be at Nancy's, sitting alone in a far corner. Her talk with the Doctor left her very...urgh, she doesn't want to think about it for the moment.]

[The boy who eventually decides on who the new person in the place would be and finds his way to her? Is fourteen, on the lithe (almost skinny) side, with black hair and blue eyes. Clothes sort of preppy, but not enough to stand out majorly.]

Your bottle of vodka, ma'am.

[Sarah's expecting someone older but seeing the boy walk into the bar. She can't help but raise an eyebrow at him before a smile comes across her lips. Well, she has to give the kid credit if he's brave (or stupid) enough to meet a stranger in a bar.]

Didn't think you'd show up.

[Little does she know what kind of people he's met, in bars and out.]

Yeah? You must be used to a lot of people who chicken out of things.

Can you drink it all yourself?

[Does she want to know?]

No, I'm used to people who are past their high school years.

[Looks over the bottle before giving him a grin.] Not all in one go. [Would offer to share, but...he's a kid. The whole 'trying to be a better person' thing is still sticking with her.

Besides she doesn't need to be thrown into island jail (if it exists) for giving alcohol to a minor.]

Don't you have a curfew or somethin'?

[He comes from Gotham. It's probably healthier that she doesn't know. But if she's going to be like that? Dick crosses his arms.]

Can't be for that long.

[And he appreciates that, actually. Because alcohol and Dick Grayson don't mix well. He grins and sets the bottle down on the table, slipping into the chair across from her and hitching one heel at the edge of it, leaning the shin against the table.]

Nah, I just got here today, nobody's thought to give me one. I'm sure it'd get more complicated if there were school, but. No such thing. And you look like you can use some company, and I'm asterous company.

[Raises an eyebrow at him and the semi-compliment.]

It's been long enough since then.

[Let's out a scoff of a laugh. He seems pretty sure of himself to think he's that great of company. As long as he's not some bratty teenager she'll let him hang around...for now.]

Just got here and already hanging in bars? Reminds me of someone I know. [Her. In her teenaged years she picked up some bad habits.]

[Give him a couple of years. He'll get very smooth. For now he just grins.]

Hey, you picked the spot. Besides, how'm I suppose to know what the place is like unless I go exploring?

[Thank goodness it's in a couple of years otherwise this meeting might turn very awkward.]

It's the only place I knew of and I thought you were here longer than me. Didn't think there might be any diners here, least of all a pub.

[Well. Yes.]

Right. Though nobody's really warned me about the lack of amenities, so I suppose most people find someplace to hang out, eventually.

[He cants his head to one side, slightly bird-like.]

So. No sports, yes alcohol. I'll venture a guess to no books, yes people?

Didn't bother to pay attention to what the doctors were saying. Got checked out and got out. [Before they found any reasons to hold her back.]

No to both. [Though she's been known to make exception, like in this case.]

Books are fine if you're bored out of your mind and people? Don't like to be around too many.

Hey, there's a lot of other people here, more than the doctors. And there's always chatter you can catch on the smartphone, if you listen.

[Which might or might not be an invitation for her to listen to when he makes posts. If she's curious.]

[A tilted head, then he nods.]

So what do you find to like when there is no alcohol? I'm sure there are such times, sooner or later.

[If it was an invitation to listen when he makes posts, well...maybe she'll pay attention.] Yeah? I get the feelin' it'll be more mindless chatter than anything else.

Haven't had much time to think about that. [Not when her life was turned upside, finding out she's a clone. Finding other clones, one of which is trying to kill them and who turns out to be her twin sister...and only thinking about it makes her open the bottle and pour herself a shot.]

I hung out with my brother, that's pretty much it.

[Quick shrug. He tries not to offer useless information, really.]

Some people will always chatter. Others manage to get some useful information out.

[Then Dick tilts his head.]

Oh. I'm sorry if he's not here. I mean, I'm just finding out about brothers in this place, the closest I had, you know, as far as easily-explained family goes, was a cousin.

You sure about that? [Raises an eyebrow at him over that. Thus far what she's read or heard hasn't been much useful. No plans of escape or anything.]

It's fine, better he be as far away from this place as possible. [Along with Kira along with Allison and Cosima who ...could be sisters? Ehh, no it's already complicated enough, no need to add family labels to them.]

[Who would actually do escape plans over the network? What are the chances it's not monitored?!] Pretty sure. I mean, I'm starting to know some of the people, here, I strongly suspect they manage to get out enough information right alongside the chatter, too.

[Pause.]

You really don't like this place.

[She's not in the best of minds. She's more of the 'act now, think later' person at times. She really wants to go home sooner rather than later, even though home is a shit storm right now.][Gives him a cocky grin.] Couldn't tell before?

Everybody's justified in being cautious about a new place. There's some way to go between that and disliking it, though. It could've been either!

[Sarah will stare at him for a moment before looking down at the shot glass.]

No, the moment they take you and force you to be part of their experiments or some shit, that's when you have the right to dislike them entirely.

Well, yeah, but that's the people responsible for us being here. Most of the people I've met so far are in the same predicament, I see no reason to dislike their company.

They didn't do it.

[She has a point. But he doesn't let go of his optimism and affection easily.]