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[Hope's voice is clear and clipped.]

If you would like to leave a message, you may do so here. I can't promise to respond. I have many demands on my time, and this sort of thing is far down the list. Still, if you would like to, you may.

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I don't see why. It isn't going to kill you.

[yes it will, Hope! oh my god, how can you even say that, this will utterly slaughter Emily's social life]

it's extremely uncomfortable and might leave to skin comditions that could mutate and eventually kill us, so yeah. i'd say skin care is kind of an important thing for us to have access to.

Very well. Inspire hope in someone and I will give you some sort of 'skin product'.

[Well fuck.

No. She can do this. Remember, Em. 4.0. Honor roll. Top of your graduating class.

You've got this.]

deal.

Is there any way I can change your mind?

[ she's grasping at straws, desperate. ]

Let me know when you've accomplished it.

My goal is, ultimately, to revive my companions. I can't stand Fear - he's extremely irritating and makes my life difficult at every turn - but I won't assist anyone in killing him, either.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not. [ but if she can, she'll make it so he will be. ]

(He can't believe he's actually doing this. He really can't. But is it so different than making requests from WICKED when back at the Glade? He sucks it up because after everything that's been going on lately...He's made his mind up about something.

When he turns on the transaction, he's at once diplomatic and to the point. He'd figured there's no real point in beating around the bush here.)

All right. I have a request and some pretty heavy reasons why you should probably fulfill my request.

You've got an entire group of people here with no real sense of community. Shame that. There needs to start being some responsibility put into place, a bit of structure to this place. You know what that does? Unifies people. Instills...

(He reeeaaaaaally thinks this is dumb but before he can start sounding sarcastic he forces himself to sober up-)

Hope.

People are good when they have a goal to move towards and something to do with themselves besides lay around starin' at their bloody ceilings wondering when the hell they're going to be tormented next. They need positive distractions.

And after this whole meat debacle...

I think you should give us a plot of land that's fertile. Nothing big- there's not many people here. I don't actually know if this land is already fertile... But enough to plant crops. Give us the seeds. Potatoes, squash, corn, strawberries- stuff like that. Maybe some flowers too, honestly. It's a scientific fact that people actively cheer up at the sight of flowers. Happiness, hope- kinda the same department.

(He thinks. That sounds right.)

People could work together in the garden. We could make our own food and therefor take some of the weight off of you and the others for providing for us. People are much more capable than you give us credit for. We can make our own. At least some of it. People are good when they're busy, they are more positive, more hopeful. And if you gave the group something like this it might make them lean more in your favor too.

I've worked gardens before. I can teach people- you don't even have to do that. I know others who have experience as well. I just need the tools, the supplies, and the land. I can even group together the people to do it.

So, please.

(He lets out a faint sigh. That's about it.)

You are not the first, or even the second, to suggest this. I even created seeds for one of you who wished to do the same thing. I've seen no results yet. You humans are full of demands with little follow-through.

(Newt opens his mouth like he's about to say something pretty downright unpleasant.

But then his expression screws up and. Actually he doesn't even look embarrassed. He looks pissed.

And it miraculously has nothing to do with Hope.)

Wait, are you bloody serious right now?

(Hell hath no fury like - well like this kid.)

You're telling me that there's been a way this entire bloody time and- oh my God. I was told the land was questionably fertile for things like that so I just....

(He sits back with a subtle hmph. Kid's not pouting. You're pouting.)

Shuck, I'm sorry to bother you then. I'll figure it out then now that I know it's possible.

(Funny thing is he actually sounds pretty earnest.)

There is the park, with trees and plants. Of course the land is fertile, though I can't be sure how your human plants will grow. I don't know where the seeds ended up, I suppose I can make more if you're unable to find them.

Good luck.

The fireflies. Are they yours?

[Because he's got a bone to pick with you, Hope.]

No. They belong to Delight.

[Oh. Well he's surprised at that, but it's good to know who did it.]

Delight.

[Clearly he's not happy about this.]

Then I will speak with her.

Excuse me, Mr. Hope? Would you mind if I asked you a few questions about the previous inhabitants of this place?

Try to be polite. You humans are always so rude.

You can ask if you like, but I can't promise to answer.

Her fireflies made my friend forget to eat.

[He's not inclined to be polite.]

How foolish of them. Your species needs food to live.

[There's a startled silence where he realizes this "god" really doesn't understand.]

He's not doing it on purpose. The fireflies are making him forget.

That's not what the fireflies are made to do. Your friend needs better self-discipline.

How about the next time you drag people in, you bring me some medical doctors? [ She's actually surprised how calm she manages to sound, because Hope - like all of them - is using everyone here like a puppet on a string and it brings up every prickly memory of working in The Agency.

Here's what we need you don't get a say or any information to decide! Good luck!

But there's more pressing concerns than her distaste for the Gods and desire to avoid them. Like the fact that the Clinic volunteers are too few and too underqualified for this place. ]

I am not the one who brings you here. I have no control over who or what arrives. Has no one told you that yet?

[ She's heard that, sure, but look someone needs to take the blame and, you know, gods. ]

That's a really shit kind of Godhood you've got going on.

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