[Well that's fucking it. Maan, is she tired of waking up in different places.]

'Least get th'decency a' keepin' me 'n one place? M'be even, Ahhh don't know, tellin' me where ah'am next time? Mighty easier tellin' me 'fore hand.

N' yuu couldn't even take th'scar, couldj'a.. [Incoherent curses.]

Where am ah?

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Anon and screening is on.

[It's been awhile. In fact, Eva hasn't even bothered to look at her comm in forever.

Course, deciding that traveling out and away from the temple to see the extent of this new 'home' she's in doesn't leave much room for chatting.

But she felt out of line, not checking up with everyone. So here she is, awkwardly looking down into her comm.]

..[Exhale. Awkward pause, shuffling. Some scratching noises, probably from her.]

'Least I c'n tell th'people I made promises t' back home I cuddn't keep 'em fer good reason. Though th'whole, "I'll come back" one I'd like t'keep.

'Till now, I didn't think I'd ever make'a promise I cuddn't keep. Anyone got any'a those?

Fuckin' hell.. [Several large crashes and a wave of rustles drown out cursing.]

That's it. [Shatter of glass.]

Gettin' away from this goddamn thing. Going campin',..campin' out away from all this metal. But it ain't--[Slam of a door, she's moving while speaking.]

fun without people. Out on the forest, outside'a all this crap and into true nature. Own food, own water.

Just need people.

[Eva has taken to just working in the fields, since all the crap in the towns confuse the royal hell out of her.

Technology? Eva doesn't need some bull piece of metal, she's got a pair of good arms and legs.

So, on the cusp of Ardel stands Eva. Her boots, and comm lay out on the side of the road, along with her jacket and some horrendously ripped socks.

Eva's several yards in, bent over and weeding out the troublemakers.]

[Only after several moments of just bashing the communicator against something did it do anything interesting. She'd already poked her head out, and decided staying put in the choke was a good choice for now. On comes a severely rustic accent, drizzled with some complaints to scarcely cover up some shock.]

..Ain't no sense in havin' a room like this. Houses, houses simple, easy to handle.

[You'll hear some rough banging around and her slamming the buttons a few times, along with some country curses, and false threats to the plant that's eaten her home.]