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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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OOC: This post is an in-character inbox for anyone wishing to contact the character, Araidne, for deercountry. To contact the mun, please PM this journal or send a private plurk to wizera.

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[decoyqueen]

"I want to believe you- but I'm having a hard time imagining it."

It was an honest answer. This place was... well, it was a lot. And Sabé was already overwhelmed by it. So at the suggestion that Deerington had been worse?

"What were the Octobers like?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I mean- only if you're comfortable sharing that."

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne waved off Sabé's concern. She'd never encountered anything so terrible she couldn't talk about it.

Even if losing Dean felt close.

"There was no water. All of the water in the pipes, in the rivers, in the lakes...all of it was gone. Turned to blood. People would try to prepare ahead of time, bottling as much water as possible. But it sometimes didn't work. Also, the sun didn't rise. It was night for the entire month."

[decoyqueen]

"Every October?"

Sabé didn't quite whisper it, but her voice was a little quieter. The water scarcity on Tatooine was bad, but it wasn't 'everything is now blood' bad.

"How did people survive? I mean, if preparing enough bottled water ahead of time sometimes wasn't enough?"

Was it like here, where death was only temporary? Even still, what a horrible way to go.

[demonicbeauty]

"There were also monsters." Which was to say, not everyone had to worry about surviving the month.

Ariadne's relationship with the temporary nature of death in the multiverse was complicated now. It had always been complicated. But doubly so now that Dean had failed to return.

Death was serious. It was always serious. And she felt guilty that, somehow, Deerington had let her view it with varying shades of seriousness.

Shaking her head, she looked out at her trees. "Fruit helped. There's a lot of water in things like lemons and pears."