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[Right. Okay. Buffy's gotten herself a little settled in, figured out that 1) this isn't the CDC and 2) It's a hell of a lot worse than being in a CDC facility. Not least because Shaun and George didn't seem to be here, but not most because of it either.

But the important next step is meeting the people who are here.]

I'm sure that at this point is where I'm supposed to say that it looks like truth really is stranger than fiction. After all, look at me. I'm on a spaceship.

[She laughs brightly.]

But I have to say. Fiction is still stranger. After all, I could write a story where I were on a spaceship full of killer rabbits. Or giant friendly octopodes. Or no, it's not a spaceship after all, rather we're on the back of a giant walrus.

Still, as far as realities go, this one is a little strange. I'll grant that.

[She shifts the communication device back enough that she can wave at the camera, then moves it forward again to focus on her face.]

If you're still listening, then you're probably not the type of person who's going to tell me to just get to the point, and I think that we'll get along.

Hi. I'm Buffy Meissonier, I'm new, and it's nice to meet you.

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A writer, are you? [ Ros has a sort of bemused facial expression. ] Now there's a first.

A first?

Even here, I... Really?

[She's thrown, because even with zombies there are lots of writers and certainly there are plenty of things to draw from here.]

I wouldn't know about here, dear. I only just arrived. But where I'm from a pretty face like yours wouldn't be wasted on words.

[ Forgive her, she's from medieval fantasy land, and a prostitute to boot, so Ros' concepts of social structure and female agency are a far cry from anything Buffy might be familiar with. ]

[ Have a very wrinkled nose. ]

Words aren't a waste.

Best left to kings and maesters, they say, [ she says with a twirl of hair around her knuckle. ] But leave them long enough they'll say all manner of thing.

Words are everyone's right, to use as they see fit.

Maybe where you're from, dear, but not me. [ A pause, then: ] So what is it, then? D'you write stories or mum like a bard?

Where you're from seems like it would be unpleasant.

Mum..? Bard?

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