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[ Action, Voice ] Onions have layers, ogres have layers .002

[Today Molly Carpenter is in your community buildings, exploring the floors and kitchens and opening (hopefully unoccupied!) random doors. Why is she doing this? She's not quite settled that Community Building Six is the best place for her and Harry to be, so far away from town, and collect evidence to present her case. Also - hey, strolling down someone's apartment corridor could be a great way to meet people!

And secretly, she's looking for thresholds. It makes sense that there aren't any here - five years, at most, being kept in a place against your will - could that even form a threshold? She didn't know, but it was so terribly contrary to her understanding of magic that she had to investigate.

Later in the day, a series of filters starting at 5 and not working their way up past 15 percent will appear in the journal followed by a voice post.]

[Filter at 5 percent]
Testing, testing... so you actually can do this.
[Filter at 10 5 percent]
Testing... drat.
[Filter at 10 7 percent]
Test, test - man, I thought for sure that would work
[Filter at 15 percent]
Ah-ha! Think I'm getting it now...
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Test... nope.
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Maybe this will--
[Filter at 20 15 percent]
Oh, come on!

Hi! So. Sorry if anyone bothered with that. I'm trying to get the hang of this "filtering" thing but it's just not like anything I've ever done before. If a couple wouldn't mind putting up some really low, easy filters in this post against me, I'd really appreciate it. That way I could try to sort of... learn it backwards? Thanks.

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[ sharpe doesn't like the books. they alarm him. they upset him. they shouldn't work. they are impossible things. and so, for the most part, although he has listened and (slowly-painfully-troublingly) read, he has never replied.

not until now.

it's her. he recognizes the voice. how could he ignore it? the new feather he'd found the day after his own arrival. ]

...Filtering, Miss Molly?

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I'd offer to help you with the filters, kid, but it'd be the blind leading the nearsighted. I can't figure these things out worth a damn.

[Not laughing at those failed filters. Nope, no sir. It is not oh-so-funny.

Since he's been making and breaking these filters practically since he arrived, he'll actually be helpful here.]

You talkin' filterin' somethin' so only you can read it or filterin' it so it's blocked from you? 'Cause I can arrange either one, petite.

[As she's emerging from the one empty apartment on his floor, Arthur is waiting outside his room, curiosity piqued.]

I really hope this isn't your way of finding out where I live.

Need some filter help, do you? One of my many talents.

[Alright, he sort of maybe feels bad for the whole leaving-her-in-a-tree thing.]

[On the floor above Arthur's, someone has just emerged from his apartment to use the kitchen. It may be just after noon but this is a perfectly reasonable time for a zombie to wake up.

Of course, he wasn't really expecting a stranger to appear in his hallway right now. Don't mind him turning to look ~~like a creeper~~ like a perfectly normal person who's curious about who opened the hallway door.]

Wait. Filtering? What's that?

[No thresholds here, but there is tea!

A younger girl already sitting in the kitchen of the third floor of the fourth community house, a mug near at hand, a kettle still on the stove, and a large piece of paper spread out on the table in front of her. When Molly comes poking her head in, though, she looks up from it.]

...hmm?

[Sally just heard someone poking around in the hall and ducked out of her apartment to have a look.

Hello, what's this? Someone moving in?]

Hi there. Need help with anything?

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