Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - Depature

[winfield]

[After working for roughly a day and a half, nearly nonstop for some of you, the town's looking both healthier and hardier. With most (if not all) of the expeditioners contributing to reparation and building, you've managed to get a lot of work done: all the buildings have at least been patched up to some extent, and the poor broken fence is now standing and sturdy. You've even managed to get together a couple outposts. Nothing fancy-- they're just elevated platforms, really-- but they serve their purpose of allowing people to see far out quite well.

It's probably best to start heading back now, though, since you need the supplies you brought to last you the trip home.]

DR. BREWER | PACK IT UP, KIDS | HEATH | PEOPLE WHO WANT TO STAY

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[silentrunning]

[Chell smiles at Brewer.]

I'm so glad that we could help you.

[There's smudges of dirt on her face, and it's obvious she's been working, helping, actually being useful for once.]

Thank you all for giving me the opprotunity to learn some valuable lessons.

[vesania]

[That surprises him, he turns his head in her direction]

What lessons were those?

[silentrunning]

[She pauses to explain.]

The world I'm from isn't a kind one. I never got a chance to learn to do things with my hands like this. I was raised in a laboratory, like a rat, and was only allowed to solve puzzles. I never got to build or help or anything.

[vesania]

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. [If things had gone differently, would Prot be subjected to that, he has to wonder. It doesn't bear thinking about]

So this place really is better off for you?

[silentrunning]

[She nods.]

I have friends. And I don't have to euthanize them in the incinerator.

[vesania]

[W.O.W,/i>]

Well...that's really good to hear, kid.