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[ after a moment, claire sits down in front of the journal's eye. she leaves a steaming mug sitting at her elbow, and has her hair tied back in a manner that can only ever be described as professional. although it cannot quite be seen on-screen, it's apparent from the bob of a pen cap that she must have some manner of notepad on the desk before her. and she's already taking notes.

after a moment: ] Good morning, Luceti. I have only been here for four months, but in this short time one thing has become chillingly obvious. Many of us come from places -- Earths, usually -- ravaged by plague-like diseases. Viruses and infections and all manner of scientific progress gone awry. For a lot of us, it seems these symptoms target the recently-dead or soon-to-be-dead. I've always hated the z-word, but I suppose there's no avoiding it today: quite a few of us have zombie problems.

And -- as I understand it -- this world is no different. At least two of the enclosures have suffered under viral outbreaks. A vaccine was manufactured, right? Are the people involved still around? I want to speak to them. And to anyone else facing this threat here or at home. It's not much, but swapping notes might be the least we can do.

[ she will stay at her post to discuss any necessary topics for a good chunk of the day before setting aside her career in the early evening. although she still doesn't let her hair down, it's in a more relaxed bun when she steps into good spirits. her journal is left at home and her cream-coloured blazer has been traded in for a reddish-pink vest layered over a black longsleeve. she's here for a beer or two and to mingle, eager enough to approach strangers and ask them about their day. ]

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...Yeah.

It's all a bit shit, no matter how you look at it.

It really, really is.

What kind of zombies do you have then? I hope it's not the quick ones.

Viral. And how quick they are truly depends upon the virus. The most common form of infected are slow, but still dangerous. Almost anything is dangerous is large groups, I suppose.

You can say that again.

...Strange, really, how the infected dogs stayed quick even as the humans slowed down. I never understood that.

Zombie dogs? Bloody hell.

And monkeys and flea-beasts and...worm-things. These are strange times we live in.

Or, well, I live in.

I live with dinosaur-demons, so I can sort of commiserate.

Dinosaur-demons?

You heard me.

Are you sure there aren't just too many pet alligators flushed down and left to grow up in the sewers or something?

These are no bloody alligators, luv. No matter what those sewers have to offer, I've never seen a gator stories high and ripping blokes limb-from-limb. Where's Jeff Goldblum when you need him?