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[runboyrun]

H-hey, has anyone-

[Stiles has to swallow a few times before he can keep talking. His voice is thick, rough, and although he's not crying any more, there are still tear-tracks down his cheeks, red where he's been scrubbing at them.]

Has anyone else been... hallucinating dead people? They're hallucinations, right? They've gotta be...

Ellen? I tried the salt. She didn't- it didn't work.

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[runboyrun]

[It's a shorer trek for him - even if the corridoor did decide to gain a few doors on the way - so he's already sat with a can of something he's discovered he has a liking to.]

Hey, hi.

[He takes in her outfit, his eyes clearly saying 'wow', but he's smart enough to not point it out.]

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[wolfofmidgard]

Hei hei. [Meja smiles warmly at Stiles, taking a seat opposite him after glancing around and taking her measure of the space. She holds out a hand.] My name is Meja, by the way. I wasn't courteous enough to introduce myself, I don't think.

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[runboyrun]

[He smiles back at her, taking her hand.]

Stiles, nice to meet you.

So... have you gotten any mortality-challenged visitors?

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[wolfofmidgard]

One or two. [She runs a hand through her hair, after releasing his own, and shrugs lightly.] Old comrades who fell in battle. [This is the best-case scenario for Meja. She was dreading far worse. But that may yet come.] It's strange. We don't see many spirits outside of Hel, back home, these days. You gave to go looking for them.

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[runboyrun]

[He blinks. Tilts his head. He's re-running that sentence through his head.]

Outside of Hell? Where are you from?

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[wolfofmidgard]

[Meja knows that look, by now.]

Hel. One L. I come from the Nine Realms. It's perhaps known as Norse mythology, where you're from.

[It had been in her world, too, except a lot of it had turned out to be true.]