in a nice close low ceilinged warehouse

who: cheyenne, open to adam and dale
where: pmland
when: noonish

Cheyenne had been busy answering other messages on her computers, and then got to the others, and set out messages to see who was there. Hey there, this is Cheyenne, and I wanted to say hi, and check that everyone's doing alright! Also, people are trying to find one another, to check in on them, so if any of you know where Ronnie is, Eris or Brett, please let me know! And if you have any messages for me to send to people, go right on ahead and give them to me! I'm in direct contact with Everett and Tobias so far. Ta!

Then she paused, and added another message for people. Has anyone seen/heard from jack? If so, ask if he's okay please!

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Adam crossed the room to dutifully check the computer as it dinged. He almost felt irked at the interruptions, but apparently communication was part of this test, so, he had to do it. It was simply a pity, because the room he had been set up in was tranquil, and peaceful and the most relaxing and serene environment he'd been in in a long time. He'd spent some time just sitting, calmly - until the messages had begun to come.

he sat down at the table and picked out an answer. hello. It's Adam - we were at the farm together. I don't know where any of those people are.

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Cheyenne smiled. Okay, well at least she knew him. Hi Adam! I remember you. Thanks for the info. Are you okay? she sent back to him, not really sure what else she could say to him because he was kinda...strangeish. But she wanted to make an effort.

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I'm fine, thank you. I have everything I need - they took the animals from the farm when the snows came, so I don't need to worry that there is nobody to care for them. I assume that everyone is in a place like this? Adam typed back to her, taking his time - he wasn't the world's fastest typist and he preferred to be accurate.

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Cheyenne was a little surprised, but pleased when Adam answered back again. She scooted right on back over to his terminal, and bent over it. Smiling to herself, she typed back. I'm in a warehouse? With a tent and such in the middle with my...I guess living quarters? Where are you? And cool that you aren't panicking. Some people kinda are.

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Adam hadn't moved from the computer. If there were going to be messages, there was little point getting involved in something else when he would only be interrupted. And, this was clearly part of the task, the fact he'd prefer to get on with something else was neither here nor there - the world did not exist to cater to his wants. I have a large room. It is peaceful. Quiet. There is no point in panicking. What shall be shall be - what is there to panic about?

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Tobias is freaking out because this is kinda like his experiment, I think. That's kind of what I'm getting, anyways. Any words of wisdom you want me to pass on in your name? You probably know him better than I do, since you were living together before I even showed up... And man did she ever hope that was true. Because she didn't know Tobias very well, and already kept thinking to herself that the boy needed a good slap sometimes.

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Adam considered that. His words of wisdom were often looked at very strangely, he was cautious about where and when he gave them. But, he tried anyhow. As far as I can tell, there's no reason to freak out here. It's a safe environment - unless he has something we don't. And there's nothing that we can do about it anyway. I would be more apt to be grateful that matters are quiet, and take the time given to us. Past experience has shown that matters could be a whole lot worse - does he feel that he's deserved matters being a lot worse? Adam posed.

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That...kinda...was he talking guilty conscience? Hm. She thought about it for a moment, then replied back. I agree with you entirely...but any idea how I could actually ask him that without him flying off the handle? He's been...touchy, I guess is the word I'd use. Yesterday he was flipping out over I still don't even know what.

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You can't tell people anything they do not want to hear. That is simply the way of the world - some people do not wish to listen. They find the truth painful and would prefer to believe a pretty lie, though that does not change reality. But I cannot help you out with lies - they are wrong, not the way. But I know that sometimes people get angry because I won't use them. Adam sent back to her. He read his message - writing always sounded oddly formal, it made him a little uncomfortable - it didn't feel like the right form of expression and he had trouble getting what he wanted to say across.

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Cheyenne read the words and tilted her head to the side a touch. I understand what you're saying--but you realize that there's a huge difference between lying and merely presenting something in a fashion that someone will take less offense to, right? Like...sure, you can tell someone someone they love was decapitated in a car wreck, and that might be the truth, but you don't walk up and say that. You say someone's passed. That doesn't make it less true, it just makes it easier for people to accept.

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Adam shook his head at her naiveté, but that was so often the way - people wishing to comfortably fit The Truth around their lives, making concessions in order to believe what they wanted, rather than the reality of the thing. A lie is a lie - even a lie of omission. People so often wish to avoid the reality of life, to hide from it. Prettying life up with a lie helps nothing. It only shields you from the truth, and blocks you from reality.

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Cheyenne stared at her screen, and really just had one thought. Whatever, weirdo. Because seriously, what the hell was he even talking about? She thought about just not replying, but in the end did anyhow. It still isn't a lie. And I think the reality of life is that if you're the kind of person who'll not take into account people's emotional wellbeing, then you're just being a dick. There's a difference between 'prettying things up with a lie' and just not being a total insensitive ass to people. Especially if what you're saying isn't a lie. So, if that's what you think and want to do, buddy, all the more power to you. But I'm not buying into that shit, just because I want to look out for someone and say, not help them along into a nervous breakdown. Have a good rest of the day, Adam. I'm out.

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Hey, Chey! It's Dale - sorry I didn't get back to you right away, but the shower was calling my name. I've got Ronnie on one of my pipelines, and I've got a woman looking for a doctor - you got any on yours, duck?

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Dale! Heya chica! Showers=awesome. Tell Ronnie I say hey!! I've been trying to get ahold of her, tell her I'm all good and I hope she is, so send her kisses for me, will you? And someone's looking for a doctor? Crap, that's no good. No doctors in contact with me. What's the story?

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Never is, beautiful, never is. But I don't know what the story is, not sure I want to know, because I'll just sit up and worry about it. It's the mother in me, I'm sure. But I haven't heard anything else yet. I'll do my best to keep tracking one down. And I'll give Ronnie your shout-out! How many kisses? She'll want specifics!