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Player Name: Lenga
Characters Played: Kanaya Maryam |

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[A woman's voice, mid-paragraph, jovial in the manner of an eighties comedy but slightly defensive precision:] Yes, I am genuinely worried about the cats. Don't laugh at me-- [A man, not speaking directly into the mic, is laughing. "Cats", he says. She cuts him off a little exasperated--] It was how she and I met, alright? [Having come out with that she settles into warm nostalgia.]

We thought Stanny was a really fat tom and George and I were just eight - wait, it was February so he was seven still - we didn't know science, we were convinced it was feline cancer or something, and so the Johnsons were the only other family in the whole apartment building that actually kept a cat, so it turned out...

[The woman trails off and begins to laugh; the man laughs louder. "You've got to be kidding me."] It's the truth! And by the time that whole thing was straightened out - how to split the litter, names - we were best friends. You know how little girls are.

[Her relation of the past has ended, bringing her back into the somber present. she speaks with the knowledge of death, and the man is silent in respect of this.] I don't care that much if I'm Eve instead of Alice, but there are some things that... I don't know how I could live on, if they were different.

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[A man's voice, jocular and grandoise, declares:] Iiiiiii am Bob Sampson the Third ["No you're not", a woman ribs at him from a position not directly into the mic, and he counters sotto voce "oh shut up, they don't know that".] ...and this is my last will and testament.

[Then there are fifteen solid seconds of silence before the woman suggests, a little skeptically but also sympathetic, "Look, we're still recording, do you want to start over..."]

I'm going to, alright! Did you - did you even hear what I just said, Al? This is IT, hell, it's not even a will! I don't get to give Jamie my baseball cards or heirlooms to my kid! It's just- argh!!

[A shift in his voice and words suggests he's addressing the transports now, with an ultimatum.] Don't mess this up, alright? Are any of you kids engineers? You gotta... approach problems logically, you understand. That's why we're here, going with this. Sentimental reasons are great but you got to have the rational oucome.

Okay, that's all I can do for now. Your turn, Alice. Are you seriously still going to do the cats?

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[This is a voice recording, all voices belonging to young men and women of what might be "college age" in another time; other words, 18 to 25. Starting with a few seconds of silence before a woman says decisively] Okay... go!

[A man wastes no time getting to the point--] Kick their asses, you hear me?

[His girlfriend chimes in immediately with great enthusiasm.] YEAH!

Get their heads on pikes. [Spoken with a hiss.]

Make the world a better place, [a boy says with a heavy cadence in spite of being the youngest that suggests he will grow up to dub movie trailers.]

Wear their ribcages as hats. [He speaks with lungs ravaged by mustard gas, and the boy next to him lets out a dubious "Uh..."]

[Spoken to follow this with the serenity of Evanna Lynch:] Dance in their blood.

[A girl who probably wanted to be a politician gives a more authoritative suggestion:] Secure our freedom and peace. [This is accepted with a few appreciative "Mmm-hmm" noises, followed by another suggestion:]

Make them see the error of their ways.

[There are three outright "Yeah!" answers. Then after a pause someone pedantically says, like when Liz Lemon accepted her identity as the R.A.] Okay, we've really got to... get back to work.

[The mumbles of agreement and ensuing silence are intensely awkward, considering the heavy knowledge that they aren't going to be doing work a week from this recording, which ends after seven seconds of this agonizing silence.]

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