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[corrodes]

A; 768 Bunker Streeet
[The Handmaid does not so much wake up as her body propels itself out of bed on instinct before she is fully conscious and able to take in her surroundings. She wobbles slightly, muscles attempting to compensate for the weight of horns that were no longer there. A glance in the mirror reveals that she isn't a troll at all, through some sort of magic or manipulation, and after taking a moment to mentally compare her new face to her older, usual one she turns to the person in the bed, yanking the blankets off and aiming to kick him onto the ground.]

What is the meaning of this?

B; around Mayfield
[The Handmaid is dressed in green, but it's a softer hue than her usual attire, and its fifties America sensibilities are out of place on her, or they would be if she was at all recognizable in this state. She is aware of humans, and so knows what she has become, but as for the why behind it, she is uncertain. Whatever it is, Lord English certainly knew it was going to happen already. Therefore, she should familiarize herself with her surroundings and await further, inevitable instruction.

She glances at the various humans and other, unknown species as she passes, and while she is trying her best to hide it there is the typical "new to Mayfield" sense of confusion and uncertainty creeping around the edges of her carefully-maintained aloof expression if one is looking for that sort of thing. Help her out? Or make things worse, if you prefer.]

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[corrodes]

[The Handmaid pauses, although at first that is the only acknowledgment she gives that she even heard anyone speak. The silence stretches as she tries to decide if she is allowed, in this situation, to ask questions.]

How long have you lived here?

[normality]

[ The silence is.. odd, but not undeterring. He just stands there and stares the entire time, really, as if he just expects her to speak on. ]

Well, my stay here is more or less temporary, but.. I think it's been about four months by now.

[corrodes]

Then you must have learned about this place in that time span.

[Her tone is a bit demanding, but mostly even--it's devoid of any strong emotions, at any rate, although it does broadcast frustration. Not knowing where or when she was is unsettling.]

[normality]

I have. ... Not everything, I'm sure, but a few things..

[ that makes him realise for sure, though. ]

Then are you new to this place?

[corrodes]

Apparently so.

[Not of her own volition, at least. But nothing she does is of her own volition, so she can't really be more than annoyed about it.]

Are there arrivals here often?

[normality]

Every month or so. They usually come around the same time of the month too, so.. in a way, I guess you could even say it's almost predictable.

[corrodes]

[So her predicament is at least a shared one. Curious.]

To what end are we brought here?

[normality]

Living, apparently. ... Well, living a 'normal' life. [ He figures he should elaborate on that.. ]

What they define as a normal life, so just living here in an assigned house, with a fake family and a fake job.. It's actually pretty strange.

[corrodes]

An odd reason to kidnap someone.

[She looks around the area as if something more reasonable might present itself.]

Do we know the names of our captors?

[normality]

I'm not sure, there's still a lot of stuff that's unclear. Like the reason why they have such a strange reason to kidnap this many people..

But I'm sure we'll figure out someday. I think some people already gathered some clues.

[corrodes]

Someday?

[That's far too inaccurate for her, even though she's used to that sort of thing.]

How long has this been going on?

[normality]

I can't say for sure myself, since I've only been here a few months.. [ his gaze wanders off a moment as he thinks before returning to her. ]

I've heard stories about several years by now.