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[The video clicks on to a shot of one of Asgard's maids. You've seen them. They've accosted all you poor, hapless souls who have been brought to this place. She's smiling at the bracelet's owner, wearing red and explaining how to reach Hel's house from the Palace. After she finishes, she looks to the camera and asks if there are any other questions. The bracelet is set down on the floor, and there's the sound of rustling paper as the owner consults their map]

Oh...uhm. Yes. What's in the library?

[The voice is feminine, quiet and polite albeit somewhat monotone. The maid begins explaining, and the bracelet is set back on the owner's wrist. For a moment, all is still before the bracelet's owner swings a steel pipe solidly at the maid's head. It connects with a loud THUNK. The maid doesn't seem to notice, and keeps talking. There's a perplexed noise from the owner and she swings again, only to get the same effect. After a moment, the post switches to text mode]

There is something off about this place. Most people seem to notice when they are struck over the head, but this woman doesn't even flinch. If one can believe her, we are here for an important purpose and we might not be in danger, but this--

[Back to video - another swing at the maid's head before text mode restarts]

--is suspicious. I'm not sure how to feel, being in a place where this--

[Another swing at the maid, then back to text]

--has no meaning. It's something to think about. I don't know how anyone else feels about this place, and I don't really care much. But if you were feeling comfortable with the situation, maybe you should reconsider. Something to keep in mind.

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voice;

[verifies]

No, I think that's the last thing you should do right now.

text;

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[She had a passing thought to try using her gun on the maid, but that thing never fired anywhere but towards the ceiling to begin with - she doesn't expect that to change any time soon]

voice;

[verifies]

[ oh. he doesn't really have an answer for that, so... ]

...not... hitting people? [ pause. ] I mean, you should try talking to them.

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voice;

[verifies]

It's still good to at least try.

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voice;

[verifies]

Why don't you list cons and I'll list pros.

text;

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text;

[verifies]

Pros

• You might learn something
• You should make friends
• You don't have to go outside
• It could be fun
• You won't be hitting people in the head with pipes

I came up with more than you.

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[Stubborn? You bet. This is a girl who wouldn't normally leave her own bedroom.]

voice;

[verifies]

That's not fair.

text;

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voice;

[verifies]

But I like mine better.

text;

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voice;

[verifies]

I think the last point was a big one.

text;

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voice;

[verifies]

What about the fun one then.

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voice;

[verifies]

But potential gain beats guaranteed no gain.

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voice;

[verifies]

I'm not sure.

I just do.

voice;

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voice;

[verifies]

That's it. A gut feeling... to care.

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voice;

[verifies]

It just feels like... being hungry.