[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color] and [color=8dc73f]Fiona Ashley Barrett[/color][/h1]
[hr]
Harmon turned his head away from his schoolwork, looking up at this newcomer, this... bug-woman. She greeted him by name as if the two of them were already firm friends. But he had [i]no earthly idea[/i] who she was. He scanned over her with his camera, still clipped to his coat, and slowly began to reply. [color=gray]"I... I, uh... I-I'm sorry, I... don't... h-have we met? Before?"[/color]

Almost immediately, Fiona's antennae drooped, and she looked off to the side - putting a hand on her upper arm.  [color=8dc73f]"[i]Oh[/i]! Uh. You don't remember me...?"[/color] Already off to a great start. He doesn't even remember her! She remembered him! And it's been years. Maybe she should try to refresh his memory - yeah, that's it. Just [i]help[/i] him remember. [color=8dc73f]"You don't remember? I'm [i]Fiona[/i]. You know? From the Ivory Deer Community?"[/color]

[color=gray]"Ah... ah..."[/color] Harmon replied, cradling his head a bit. [color=gray]"Ivory... Ivory Deer, you were... one of the, uh... Barretts', children?"[/color]

Fiona smiled - clicking her mandibles together. Harmon got it! She resisted the urge to jump and clap. [color=8dc73f]"Yes!"[/color] She nodded her head.

Harmon nodded. Well, this was a pleasant surprise after all. [color=gray]"I'm sorry, my... memory, is foggy... I, I haven't seen anyone else, from... the Community, here. A-are you new?"[/color]

Foggy memory? Oh, [i]that[/i] explains it! Good thing that she reminded him. [color=8dc73f]"Mhmm... I got invited here."[/color] It likely sounded strange that someone from the IDC got invited here - as one person there put it "They only invite pretty kids". [color=8dc73f][i]Oh, that must mean I really am pretty, then![/i][/color] She thought to herself. Though, she had to force herself to avoid thinking about the incident leading up to it. [color=8dc73f]"I got here last week.... but man..."[/color] She trailed off, standing straight up. [color=8dc73f]"... This place is kinda weird. On my first day the power goes out and I hear this fight. Does stuff like [i]that[/i] happen often around here?"[/color]

[color=gray]"Y-... yes... but, everyone... seems rather passive about it..."[/color] Harmon replied, folding up his schoolwork and placing the papers into his coat pocket. He slowly stood up to face Fiona directly. [color=gray]"I don't understand it much... I don't think most others do either..."[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Well..."[/color] Fiona didn't know what to make of it. Maybe the people aren't as passive Harmon thought they were? Who knows. Fiona wondered if [i]she[/i] was passive herself. She didn't think too much about it. [color=8dc73f]"... Maybe they're just used to it?"[/color] She shrugged. She hadn't seen the monster herself, so who knew.

[color=gray]"Maybe..."[/color] Harmon replied, lowering his head a bit. [color=gray]"I... I know I'm not, though..."[/color]

A short moment of silence passed between the two before Harmon continued, [color=gray]"So... how is the Community?"[/color]