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"Gone fishing."

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[enustari]

[It is a testament to how bored and frustrated and close to losing her shit Elsa is that she's willing make her headache even worse by brain-dialing people, but here she is. She figures Will probably knows the details as far as what's being done about this and besides, she's just so tired already of everyone she's stuck here with.

She skips "hello, Will" and goes straight to:]

Dorian is playing a fucking drinking game with the news so I need you to tell me what's going on.

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[No wonder she's close to losing her shit, Dorian is involved. Not that Will's quite aware how far that goes but...

He answers immediately, summarizing as best he can. It's nothing unexpected, he thinks.]

Efforts are being made to gather as much information as possible. Some are talking of just rising to the occasion. Search and rescue groups are forming. Some aren't...sure what to do yet. [Except for fret like hell that April is not around!!!] It's a lot of chaos, mostly.

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So a fat lot of nothing useful.

The ones who plan to search, do they even know where to start?

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[A stretch of silence, Elsa's sign that Will is thinking this through carefully. Not just the real answer but how to phrase it.]

I...can't fathom how they would. Know where to start. [Hopefully the blunt nature of that bleak answer is softened by the fact Will sounds miserable saying it. This situation is one he is NOT a fan of, he makes no attempts to hide that.] There is speculation based on what we know from those taken, but. It's a big world. Narrowing down possibilities could take a while until we have something much more specific.

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[In the silence, she almost thinks they've been disconnected and feels a prickle of relief when Will begins speaking again. Not that it lasts long given what he has to say.]

I hate this. Waiting. [Elsa has always been a doer, but there's nothing to do here except wait. For an opportunity or a rescue, whichever comes first.]

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You're not alone there.

[She can't be the only one in that dump thinking that the whole waiting game is a bunch of shit. And Will isn't the only one outside that dump who finds not knowing, not being able to do anything immediately as much of an insult as everything else.]

April says they've got some other Porter. Have you talked to it?

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Not being alone is a large part of the problem.

[Yeah, yeah, she knows that isn't what Will meant by it, but she's not feeling a ton of solidarity with her fellow prisoners at the moment.]

And no, I haven't. You can't appeal to a machine. I'd have more luck breaking one of the guards. [Although so far she has had no luck there at all.]

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[But April's there so she at least has someone to go to for cutting, witty commentary, right???? He's not going to say that, though. He has some sense of when not to delve into romantic moosh.]

What if the machine has control of where you are? Does anyone know?

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It said as much already. The conversations others have with it aren't exactly private.

[It speaks to them through an intercom, after all. She's listened to quite a few pointless exchanges.]

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No wonder you hate the waiting so much.

[Because he figures that, yes, she has heard some pointless shit and had to refrain from telling people to shut the fuck up. Showing some solidarity here feels right.]

[enustari]

[A short, harsh laugh.] It's never fucking quiet. You know that? Even at "night" — for lack of a better term — there's always someone snoring. Or whispering. Crying.

[So here she is, making her own noise to cope.]

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[Ew, crying. That gets a draw of breath through teeth, a tsssss sort of sound. Like, he gets it's a tough situation and really terrible and all but that's quite the sound to have to deal with.]

I imagine that doesn't do anything to help everyone else's nerves. Which one's the worst?

[Tell him your aural disgust, Elsa. Make noise about the noise you hate the most. Let it all out.]

[enustari]

I nearly opened a man's throat for singing ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall. Sort of the de facto winner, really.

[It's right up there with "Margaritaville" and "Shots" for 'songs you don't want to hear when you're experiencing withdrawal.' Or trapped in a confined space. Or ever, really...]

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[And "Freebird" too huh.]

How far along in the song did he get before you shut him up?

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[Of course. No one honestly enjoys "Freebird."]

Not very.

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[Go past the Maxon-Dixon line and say that again.]

You probably saved him from someone else actually going through with opening his throat, you realize.

[HOW NOBLE OF YOU ELSA]