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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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[spohkh]

Indeed? May I inquire as to their names? Perhaps I have met them.... [Spock, stop being so curious...]

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[ Marita does not answer at first. She glances over her shoulder ― a habit she's not yet broken ― sweeping the room for anything suspicious. The being here know who they are, know who she is, and she definitely saw the account of her world in the library... was there any reason to keep secrets now?

When she is satisfied with the lack of worry that someone much more dangerous is listening in, she turns her attention back to Spock. She hides her anxiety underneath a perfectly stoic mask. ]

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.

[spohkh]

Ah yes... I have met both of them. Very curious individuals. The last I conversed with Miss Scully she was suffering a rather unfortunate effect from the Malnosso...

She was only able to rhyme.

Mister Mulder though was rather... excited to see me. Again, a rather curious phenomenon when you cross universes.

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[ Although she has never technically met Scully, Marita knows quite a lot about her thanks to working with the Syndicate. It is even more strange to think that, even in a place like Luceti, they have yet to cross paths. The town itself is not necessarily small, but definitely insular, that she is surprised she has not once crossed paths with either one of them in her first two days here.

Mulder's reaction, on the other hand, does not surprise her one bit. ]

We're... colleagues. [ Not entirely a lie, but the word is loosely used in this case. ] It has been awhile before we last spoke, due to work circumstances... but the time of them being brought here, to the time of my world doesn't add up. Which tells me that whatever the Malnosso is capable of does not adhere to the rules of time and space itself. In my world, physical human bodies are not capable of enduring such things on their own.

That is, if our prior theory is not taken into account.

[spohkh]

Indeed.

I apologise Miss Marita... but I must leave you now, I have an appointment that I must not miss.

[Spock gives her a fond look... ] Our conversation has lasted much longer than I expected... and I have found myself to have enjoyed it thoroughly.

My thanks to you.

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[ She nods, understanding, then rises from her seat to shake his hand. ]

I apologize for keeping you for so long.

Thank you for speaking with me, Mr. Spock. It's been a pleasure.

[spohkh]

[Spock hesitates... then takes her hand.


When he lets go, he lifts his hand in a Ta'al..]


Peace and long life to you Miss Marita, until next we meet.