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exdemonAnya looks a lot more presentable this time around. For one thing, she has clothes on. Nice ones. She's also cut her hair and dyed it blond. She sits, smiling hopefully at the tablet and looking as respectable and responsible as she possibly can.
"Hello, fellow abductees. It's come to my attention that there's some sort of economy here that's run by some sort of computer chip in these bracelets." She holds up her wrist. "Now, personally I feel that a simple barter system with some sort of monetary token with an accepted value as a go between is far more logical than basing our currency on something absolutely nothing, but no, we get the confusing nonexistent wrist credit cards."
She sulks for a moment, then takes a deep breath and returns to smiling as charmingly as she can. "So someone hire me. I want to afford things."
"Hello, fellow abductees. It's come to my attention that there's some sort of economy here that's run by some sort of computer chip in these bracelets." She holds up her wrist. "Now, personally I feel that a simple barter system with some sort of monetary token with an accepted value as a go between is far more logical than basing our currency on something absolutely nothing, but no, we get the confusing nonexistent wrist credit cards."
She sulks for a moment, then takes a deep breath and returns to smiling as charmingly as she can. "So someone hire me. I want to afford things."
