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Ellie has been pretty good at keeping fairly occupied since she got to this weird ass town. Mainly by exploring, looking for people she knows aren't here and playing video games for the first time. It's gotten harder though, especially since she got back her memories of Joel and what she was supposed to be doing before she came here, intertwined with strange memories of this place that make little sense.
And then came the snow. Ellie hates snow. Not because it makes traipsing through the town more difficult - she's used to traipsing through snow. But with the return of things she's glad she remembers now, also comes things she wishes she didn't remember. She needs distraction.
And the strange domesticity of her new house just isn't doing it. So, a few important books in hand, she decides to finally give this weird phone thing a try. ]
Uh. Hey. Okay, so I'm guessing most people are tired of moving snow or stuck inside staring at four walls, thinking about stuff that makes no fucking sense, so - time for some
distraction.
[
She clears her throat, and there's the sound of flickering pages. ] A prisoner's favourite punctuation mark is the period... It marks the end of his sentence. [
A chortle of laughter. ] Oh man... The first time I used an elevator it was really uplifting, then it let me down.
[
More laughter. ] These are pretty good, right? I once heard a joke about amnesia, but I forget how it goes. Haha, still a good one.
Don't trust people that do acupuncture, they're back stabbers. [
There's a short pause, Ellie frowning, before she adds, unsure: ] That... Yeah, okay, you got me. I don't get that one.
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What the fuck is acupuncture? ]
You guys tired yet? 'Cause there's
snow way these puns are that bad. [
Ellie grins, proud. She made up that one on her own. You're welcome, Pines. ]
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