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[ Marita has spent the past few days at the library in an attempt to scourge any information she can find ― her discovery being next to none other than what she knows of her own world. She's leafed through pages upon other worlds, stopping to take an interest here and there to read lines and paragraphs that jump out at her, until the words began to blur into dark lines of letters and phrases muddled together in an unreadable mess.

It all sounded quite fictional to her.

Of course, if proper information were that easy to obtain then she wouldn't be looking for it in public facilities. Despite her not knowing where her stance lies in this world, she is fairly settled in; she's already rid herself of the white sundress and now adorns the regular comfort of her clean-cut suits and skirts. She feels in control, despite knowing she isn't. ]

It looks as if I am not the only one who has currently arrived here, considering the mass influx of others who have as well. The powers here seem to find their work unlimited to just one universe or one abduction.

Which poses the question: if not God then how powerful of a being could ever commit pulling people from multiple worlds to bring them into one singular world? Have they crossed over into our own worlds to effect the nature of it or is their power just limited to bringing us to this place alone? Is time altered in our absence?

There are more questions begged to be asked, but having diplomatic experience in a location without a city hall seems not to matter if we are here against our own will.

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I will keep that in mind.

It shouldn't take me long to read it, but I know that it will raise more questions than answer them. I assume you know a place where nobody will be intruding on the eventual conversation?

Getting outside of the village is usually a safe bet... out by one of the lakes, potentially.

We will meet there then. Two days from now.

All right. It's the lake more to the north... it's a bit further away than the other one.

[So it's less likely to have people around, especially certain areas around it.]

I'll see you then.

[ Marita has taken her time to go over the guide with a fine tooth comb. Still, there were plenty of more questions to ask, but with the surrounding abductees knowing so little, she knew that the questions she has would not be entirely answered.

Despite living in New York for so long, she does not expect that she would be walking this long, but she knows that is the point. Secrecy is still imminent and this was easy compared to flying down to DC and back in a single day, just for a few bouts of information.

She waits for him, hands in her pockets, staring at the lake beside her. ]

[As for Mulder, this is among one of his favorite jogging routes. It's quiet and usually at this time of the day he never comes across anyone else. A good place to try and reach those Filial spirits, generally. He approaches the area, looking around... Ah. There she is.]

[It's amazing how much this feels like the old days all of a sudden, how much it brings him back to that frame of mind, to home and all of its troubles that he'd left behind. But he's relieved to see that she looks... much the same as when he'd last seen her, aside from the wings. That doesn't tell him much, of course, and while he's curious to discuss timelines, there's a lot that they have to get to. One thing at a time.]

I hope I'm not running too late.

[But really, in this place, what are you ever keeping anyone from? Jobs, meetings with Assistant Directors, anything like that, simply don't exist.]

[ She regards him as she usually does: professional and at an arm's length. He looks no different than when they last met, that she wonders how long it is exactly when they did meet. It is strange to think that they could be from separate times, one with more knowledge than the other; no different than usual. ]

I haven't been waiting long. It took me awhile to find this place.

It's not like you can stop and ask for directions.

[And honestly, there are some conveniences about that life that he admittedly misses. He's adapted, but still, it's not quite the same as life in DC.]

I'm glad we're able to meet, even given the circumstances. Which... can be summed up as being exactly like home, just on a much grander scale.

[Essentially. Take out certain details, change them, and you have the very same conspiracies they used to deal with on a regular basis.]

It isn't much different, is it? [ Something about his statement makes her wonder if he is from a different time than her. Has he been experimented on as long as she was? Different circumstances call for different reasons and she knows that the experiments here are vastly different than the ones from their world, but if they recall separate experimentation... she decides to hold her cards close for now. ] You said that they can read everything, even when filtered. How are we assured it is entirely safe here, Mr. Mulder?

I wish I could verify either way just how safe we are... I can essentially verify that there are no known monitoring devices aside from the journals. [Especially in the homes, he went through that firsthand.] They have other ways of keeping track of us, anyway, not to mention other potential uses... You'll have read about the barcodes on the back of our necks.

[ She had certainly read about those; knowing that the Malnosso can track them so easily with it does not assure her that even this far away from the village that their conversation is safe. ]

Yes, I have read about those... they're similar to the implant that the abductees had when— [ She does not touch upon Scully's abduction, as it is not her place, so she tries to think of a different way of wording it. ] —they were subjected to similar experiments. Aren't they?

[Mulder knows exactly what she means even without her saying it. It's where they put the implant, which had mysteriously threatened Scully's life upon removal, and saved it just as mysteriously upon being put back in. Those chips had also directed so many people to their deaths, and very nearly had killed Scully among them. That's a moment of panic he doesn't want to relive, thinking she'd been among the dead.]

[...That's the last he remembers hearing from Martia, he realizes, related to that last incident. They'd been discussing something about the same in Kazakhstan- she'd had a witness with her, she'd said- but then she'd gotten cut off. Something had happened. From that point, she hadn't contacted him, nor could he reach her...]

[Trying not to let his thoughts distract him, he keeps his mind on the present.]

Eerily similar, in purpose, and they're even in the same location. I'm assuming they play a role in the experiments, in addition to their tracking use. They're also impossible to remove.

[ She feels a phantom itch on the back of her neck, where the barcode lies. How many times has she looked at it now, realizing that it is no different than when she was held for experimentation? The freedom here is as stilted as it was in Fort Marlene. Free to wander around, but always under the gaze of someone much more powerful. The wings were an ironic touch. ]

I was told that the wings are used for communication... to hold one single language so that everyone here can speak and understand each other simultaneously. [ Ideal, but only Biblical, she always tells herself. If the world could speak on singular language, it would be a tremendous breakthrough in a way of finding world peace and proper diplomacy. ] I would ask how that is even possible... but I'm assured that there would be no answer for it. At least, not from those brought here from another world.

[It's among the more impressive and actually beneficial things that they're capable of doing... too bad that can't happen more often.]

That's right. At the present time, we can't determine how they enable wide-scale language comprehension, only that it's part of their function. Everything we have is only speculation- whether it alters everything we say directly, or just our perception...

It would have to be wired neurologically... has anyone attempted to figure out how they work? As in a professional surgeon brought to Luceti performing on willing participants.

[ She supposes the Malnosso are not that willingly foolish, but if they brought Scully here — could it be the same with a surgeon in the proper trade? ]

There have certainly been attempts, but nothing conclusive so far.

There's a lot of difficulty inherent in examining the wings. Even just taking off a couple feathers is painful, and anything more is worse, and becomes even more debilitating, with, of course, a risk of death if both wings are lost...

So I have heard. [ She heeds Spock's warning about not attempting to remove them, as frustrating as they are. ] Is it true that when one dies here, then they lose some form of their senses when returned? Would the wings attribute to that?

I haven't experienced it firsthand, but I've spoken with people who've been revived... and that's how it always happens. It could be a sense or a memory, or some skill they didn't know they'd missed until it was gone.

I could see the wings playing a role in that process. They're so closely tired to our life force as it is...

It would be impossible to find out, it seems. [ With the lack of information, even speculating seems to lead nowhere. Marita is willing to accept that they are just lab rats for the Malnosso's experiments, but the niggling question of why these things are still bothers her. She moves on, changing the subject. ]

I presume that just you, me, and Agent Scully are the only ones here from our world? Despite these... scientists having a familiar ring to them.

[There's still much that has to be answered, and Mulder knows all too well how difficult it is in this place. The walls they run into are more impenetrable than any at home.]

We're the only ones so far. The pattern for arrivals appears to be mostly random, although there are a few things I've noticed...

Of the six billion or so people living on our earth, three of us who are familiar with each other are brought here. I don't think that's a coincidence. Of course, some people can go here for long stretches of time without anyone else arriving, so there's no telling how it works.

It is strange... [ And why her of all people? She was an informant, nothing more ― what service could she ever do here if she no longer has the ability to get important information? ] Even with the different time intervals, it's almost as if neither of us have left in the first place.

Just a few days ago, someone brought up the theory that this world is some sort of... simulation. A virtual reality, for lack of a better term. That we do not notice someone from our own world is missing, because the lengths to remove someone from our universe without any trace is far beyond space and time in our world. That perhaps we are not entirely here and are able to have experiments heavily subjected on us by artificial intelligence.

[Where is this person, so that Mulder might propose to them in marriage? He nods, accepting this pretty readily as a valid theory. When it comes to Luceti, anything literally is possible.]

Nice theory. It's fully possible, and the effects that we experience could just be the result of experimental programs that they run. Speaking from experience, being trapped in a virtual world by an AI feels real enough, no matter how outlandish the events happening inside it.

[Oh, karate Scully, he will never forget you.]

It also poses its own dangers, and one has to wonder what purpose they'd have in using us to test such simulations.

[ She almost comments on his terms of experience with artificial simulations, but thinks otherwise; it's not protocol for her to speak of things that have happened in their bouts with the X-files. Even if they are both stuck in this situation, she still believes in keeping the professional nature of their acquaintanceship. ]

It would make sense for the case of... those borne from fiction in another world existing here, but as for the purpose... I would have to wonder what these scientists would gain from placing us in a false world for the sake of experimentation. Testing for endurance ― all physical, psychological, and emotional ― makes sense only if they have a reason for it.

There is something much bigger in play here.

Much bigger than we can understand with the information we have, given the nature of the experiments. It's often hard to discern a reason behind a particular experiments' effects. I've been keeping files off the journal record in hopes that the information will be of use... in discovering a pattern, a hint, anything that might help us.

[He never did quite get the idea to "stop working", since he's been here. How could he, when he's essentially immersed in one giant X-File?]

Beyond the enclosure-wide experiments, there are also the personal abductions to consider, but how they select individuals for those is also unknown.

[ She has to hand it to Mulder, keeping up with his usual tasks of keeping track of the experience ― paranormal or not ― but finds it discerning that not even he can pick out any sort of pattern. ]

There's no sort of database that can be accessed with an entire list of those currently inhabiting Luceti?

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