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[ The video clicks on to a young girl, perhaps 14 years. Her round eyes look a little unsure, brows drawn together in concentration as she figures out how to work this new tablet machine with the stupid name - it's not liquid. She's learned how to operate the application tools back in Beacon, so it's a transition rather than a completely new skill.

Eleven sits cross legged on her bed, half cast in the light of the strange lantern sitting right next to her. She sets the Fluid down on the nightstand, then briefly leans out of frame and picks something up that looks like a beak shaped, half plague doctor mask, distractedly scratching at her neck, where healed scars looks as though something once grabbed her by the neck. Finally, she stops fidgeting and looks at the camera. ]

Hi.

[ She speaks with a pattern that might strike as odd. Sometimes halting in odd places, or saying words slowly, as if she has to place them on her tongue very deliberately. ]

Is there an angel? Here? I need a... miracle. Or maybe. Someone old, with magic?

[ She glances down at the mask, worries her lower lip between her teeth, then adds: ]

There's something in here. It smells like... where I'm from. Home. It's fading. I lost my friend who did the... miracle. So it's fading. But it's important. [ She swallows, lips pursed. ] To me.

[ The things unsaid sit deep in her chest and ache - the home she lost months ago. The friends she lost along the way. A short, deep breath, she gathers herself, serious face relaxing into something softer, but still somber. ]

I can pay. With glitter pens. Or birds, if you have paper.

[Another small pause. She's about to reach out and shut the video off, when she remembers lessons learned. Right - manners. Or the attempt at them. ]

Thanks.

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For the magic.

[ She raises up the plague doctor mask. ]

It makes the scent stay. I'm ok.

[ A pause, Eleven looks puzzled. ]

Are you?

[ That's such a loaded question Eleven has asked and she doesn't even know. But this isn't about her and so Jean just smiles with a bit of a nod. ]

Yeah- I mean. About as ok as one can be when you find yourself here.

[ Or... here again. Different. ]

I uh... I don't know any angels. Well- not here and not with like fluffy white wings and golden halos or anything. But I know a psychic? If that helps.

What's a... psychic?

[ Eleven frowns a little, not in suspicion just in the way of a serious child trying to puzzle something out. ]

It's not nice here, is it?

That sort of depends on the person, I guess. But the one I'm thinking about... she can read people's thoughts and move things with her mind. She's like... a telekinetic and also telepath.

[ She being her but, you know. ]

I'm sure she could try and help you if you're looking for someone. Not that... she'd guarantee any results, that is. This place is kinda like you said with not being that great.

[ A small jerk goes through Eleven at that, the relaxed position stiffening into something much more alert as her eyes go wide.

The pretty woman's psychic friend sounds like Eleven herself, and she onders immediately - does she have a number? Are they the same? Fear and longing thrum inside of her. The longing wins out. ]

Can I meet her? Please?

[ She's not ashamed of who or what she is and this girl here isn't anyone she knows (of) so... giving a bit of a wave, she laughs softly then, fingers tucking a couple strands of hair behind an ear. ]

It's... me. Hi.

[ She smiles to the girl again through the Fluid, letting her gaze wander around for just a quick second or two. ]

The girl who hears your thoughts and moves things with her mind.

[ Eleven looks confused at first, then genuinely perplexed as her small mind wraps around Jean talking of herself in third person. ]

You're... her.

[ Why must adults be like that. ]

Why didn't you "I". Before?

I'm sort of trying to keep a low profile at the moment, sorry. That and... I never always know how people are about all that.

[ A beat. ]

You know. About the things I can do.

[ Oh. Understanding dawns on Eleven's face.

They really are alike. ]

In case the bad men come for you.

I understand. It's why I'm not allowed. To go where many people are. At home, I mean.

Yeah. Something like that.

[ Her "bad men" are probably a little more different from the ones she's apparently had to deal with? Which only makes Jean look to her through the Fluid a little sympathetically. ]

I'm sorry you know what that's like.

[ Really, she is. ]

My name's Jean, by the way.

[ She nods, vaguely, seemingly unperturbed. ]

I'm Eleven.

[ Jane Hopper on the paper. But she's chosen to be neither Jane nor 011, but both. Eleven. El.

It fits. ]

Nice to meet you, Eleven. Well- over these things I mean.

[ Since she gets the feeling Eleven's new here? Not that she knows everyone or anything, but. ]

I'm sorry I don't really know anyone with magic or who happens to be an angel. But I'm guessing you just got here? Or, you know, woke up here.

Yes.

[ There's something in Eleven's eyes. A... hesitation, perhaps. She's not sure she should say anything, and yet...

It comes unbidden. ]

Are you. Were you also a number?

[ It's hard not to notice something there withing Eleven's eyes when she asks that and Jean has to wonder just what that could possibly mean or, worse, what she's been through that might involve one having a number. ]

No. I'm... a mutant.

[ "The bad men", numbers... she has to wonder how similar some things might be and it shows with the way her teeth worry her bottom lip. ]

But we definitely have bad men where I'm from, too.

[ Mutant. Eleven mouthes the word, but it doesn't register as familiar - which is exciting for her. She doesn't have many words, and likes adding new ones. ]

What's... 'mutant'?

It's someone who's born with abilities that regular humans don't have.

[ A beat. ]

Like me being able to read minds and move things with my mind. Some can control the weather, some are really super fast, some can control metal and others can turn into other people.

[ Eleven gapes a little. Mutant.

Is she a mutant? She can move things with her mind. She can enter the Void, and see people without being seen. Kali could make you see things that weren't there.

Eleven knows there are more out there - have to be. 011 means at least another ten. She can count. ]

Were you in a lab, too?

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