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Please don't bite the newbie!

Just a little to the left and open! [Sibyll announces triumphantly, standing up and pushing the door open to what should have been an unexplored ruin. Except it's not. Clearly confused, she takes a few steps into the bizarrely green courtyard. Pulling out a handgun, she looks around, clearly bewildered. Behind her, the door creaks shut and vanishes into the wall.]

Wait, no! [A little panicked, she presses her hand up against where the door used to be, tapping it lightly in an attempt to hear a hollow 'thump' that may indicate a hidden door. Not that there's any to be found.]

...Well, damn.

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[Although he would never admit it, Vulpes is glad to have another person here who (is potentially) on his side. The only person he can truly consider an ally at this time is Micheletto, and even then he doesn't know the man well enough to be absolutely certain.]

I highly doubt you would enjoy his company. [And he's happy to drop that subject right there.]

Yes. [He gives a vague gesture down the hall.] You're free to choose.

Your room's already occupied, I'm sad to hear. Let's see... what looks good to me?

[She gives him a devilish smile at her supposed dismay over him already having a roommate, then turns her attention to scouring the dresser drawers. A few rooms in, and her interest is interrupted by a gasp of surprise.]

My dress?! What's it doing here?!

[In one of the closets is ~~Vera Keyes's~~ Sibyll's daring little black number, accented with red. She pulls it out in confusion, holding it up against herself. It seems to fit.]

How can this be here?!

Even if it wasn't, you wouldn't be staying there.

[Their room has an extra empty bunk bed, which will remain empty.]

[Vulpes is confused by Sibyll's sudden gasp, and looks over her shoulder to see her holding a... dress? Her dress? Now, that is peculiar. Had they been planning for her arrival?]

How unusual. I would recommend burning it.

[She ignored his suggestion for now, tearing through the drawer. All the clothes looked not only like something she'd wear, but looked like they'd be perfect fits. She slams the drawers shut and backs away.]

You didn't mention that whoever is running this place picks out spare clothes for us. I'm staying somewhere else. Let's go.

[Sibyll is peering about the place more suspiciously now, clearly unnerved that someone's already set up a room just for her. Like hell is she going to play along with that.]

I didn't realize they did. There was nothing like that in my room... however, I joined Micheletto in his room later. They couldn't have anticipated that.

[Not to mention he always wears his Legion uniform, so there would be no point in giving him anything different except underclothes.]

But I agree that you should stay somewhere else.

[Vulpes is now in favor of burning the entire room, but he doesn't have anything to start a fire on him. Shame.]

[Had he mentioned it, Sibyll may have gone along with the idea. But for now she's just upset that not only has she somehow been kidnapped, her kidnappers felt the need to take her measurements while they were at it.]

They could have just left a sign on the door.

[She abandons the room in favor of an earlier one she had explored. There had been clothes also in those drawers, but they weren't hers. Any complaints from the actual owners would be ignored.]

What made you pick out a roommate? You never struck me as the sort.

I don't see how that would have made it any better.

[Though it would have been an even clearer sign that each of them had been taken here purposefully, and not at random. The appearance of Sibyll's clothes, however, strongly hint at the conclusion that there was a purpose now.]

[Vulpes follows, mildly curious as to where the Courier will end up.]

Why is that? Being part of the Legion means sharing everything, including living spaces. It is better to have someone you can trust nearby at night in case there is a surprise attack.

I thought you didn't trust anyone unless they were Legion. Seem to remember that being an issue just a few minutes ago.

[She had tossed her things on the top bunk, only to turn her attention back to Vulpes when he mentions 'trust'.]

He's from seven hundred years ago. He has no stake in our conflict, and therefore I have no reason to concern myself with him siding with my enemies.

[Beyond that, he and Micheletto are ideologically similar in several ways. He took a risk, yes, but so far it's paid off.]

Seven hundred years ago? How can he even be here?

[So not only can this place prepare itself in advance to grab her, it can also grab people from the distant past? Sure, she didn't mind being with Vulpes, but she did not like this place.]

I don't know. Perhaps you will meet him one day and can ask him questions. He's difficult to miss... tall, with black hair and a beard, dresses very strangely.

[As though Vulpes is one to talk about dressing strangely.]

There is little else to say about this place. Perhaps you will find out new secrets in time.

Introduce me to him sometime.

[So many men on this island. It was like some sort of bizzaro-Legion. Still only one she wanted. Speaking of getting what she wanted...]

Where does Boone stay?

We ordinarily part ways during the day.

[While he would consider Micheletto an ally, he isn't exactly a friend. Vulpes tends to have allies rather than friends.]

[He gives her an unimpressed look at that question.] If I knew where he slept, he'd be dead already.

You're not making it easy for me to get your toy back, are you?

[Her expression changes to one of hesitance as she draws up very close to Vulpes.]

You know where my loyalties lie, but Boone does not. Not yet, at any rate. I think it would benefit both of us if I kept him in the dark. Which means I'm going to need be friendly towards him.

Just not as friendly as I am towards you.

If it was straightforward, I wouldn't need assistance.

[He continues to scowl as Sibyll once again invades his personal space, and casually shoves her aside with his elbow. Vulpes then considers the woman's suggestion. It sounds fishy to him... makes it possible for her to play both sides. At the same time, there's wisdom in it if she truly is on his side.]

I suppose it might be best if you are. [He's reluctant to admit it, but having someone on the "inside" could indeed be a benefit.]

[She lets herself get pushed back without a fight.]

Good. I'm glad you understand. Thought you might, being a spy and all yourself. I'll get you your weapon back. Can't promise when exactly, but I'll get it back.

We'll see.

[He's not going to be too optimistic about it, but he also highly doubts Boone would let her take it to make a reverse plan for her to gain Vulpes' trust and spy on him. Boone simply doesn't trust him to be armed, for obviously good reasons.]

Well, now that you know where to stay, I assume you don't need my assistance anymore?

[Sibyll isn't planning on negotiations. Stealing the ripper is the only way she's going to get it back. But is it really stealing if the item was already stolen?]

Sadly, no, unless you feel like sticking around so I have something nice to look at. I imagine I'll also be able to find you should I need you.

[Of course not. Boone has no right to his weapon. Stealing it back would surely be a good deed... although giving it to Vulpes again isn't necessarily a way to gain good karma.]

Incredibly, I have better things to do than feed into whatever... ideas might be floating around your degenerate mind.

[He isn't saying you are a degenerate, just that you're behaving like one!]

Come speak to me if you find out anything useful.

[With that, Vulpes turns around and heads toward the opposite wing where his own dormitory is located.]

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