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There is a house, and in the house is a bed, and in the bed is a girl. She sleeps soundly, curled up very small under her blanket, while a steady accumulation of snow makes round soft piles on the roof and against the outsides of the walls.
Past_Consumption
"Justice, upright. The card of fairness and good descision-making. If you choose well, the way home is not yet barred to you."
Past_Consumption
"Well, even if you choose to interpret it that pessimistically, it's better than being trapped here, isn't it?"
the-silence-between
"Oh." Pause. "I woke up here in a house with people in it. I don't know what to do about them."
Past_Consumption
"The people there will think you're their daughter. You won't know enough about your relationship to fake it. It will end badly for everyone."
Past_Consumption
"I'm rich in this world: I own property. I can find you a temporary room easily. If you want your own house, I can also arrange it, but it will take time."
the-silence-between
"I want to have somewhere to stay. It would be good if there weren't people there."
Past_Consumption
"I'll take it in a series of small steps - I teleport to the next roof and call out, you follow me, then I teleport again, and we repeat that process until we get there."