The Mystery of Pain

[Harry Bergstrom]

"I'm not the greatest cook, but it's alright." he said, taking another bite.

"So, tell me more about youreslf."

["Zero" Americanski]

"I didn't figure you would. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Want me to pick up anything while I am out and about?"

[Chai Ling]

"There really isn't much to say. I lead some protests last spring on May Day. Most of the protestors were run down with tanks. I was taken to the Ministry of Health and managed to survive. Ever since then I have been working with Eternal Light."

[Lady Blue]

I look over at Riley. "Well we're almost there."

(OOC sorry if I didn't respond to anything you said)

[Harry Bergstrom]

"Ah..." Sorry I asked... he thinks to himself.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Harry said, thinking that she is not the easiest person to talk to. "So... do you like music?"

[Valodya Bassarov]

"No, don't worry about me. I will be just fine and there is nothing that I need. Just find Sephos. She needs more help than I do." Bassarov replies.
"I have been working on an account of the revolution. I think I will work on that for a while. It brings back many memories. Some of them are not fond."

["Zero" Americanski]

"Okay. Let me know when you're done, I look foreward to reading it." That isn't a lie either, as much as Bassarov and I agree on political details I do like encouraging him.

[Chai Ling]

"Yes, music is fine. I like some traditional Chinese music. I love to sing. It gives me peace, but I only sing when I am alone."

I start to clean the kitchen since that is something that needs to be done.

"What type of music do you like?"

[Valodya Bassarov]

"It will take a few months to get this the way I want it. But, thanks for your encouragement. I will let you read some of it as soon as I have something coherent written down. Right now I feel like I am rambling. But, it is hard to put down into writing. It is something....painful for me. It is good that I am dealing with it now though. It is something that has bothered me for a long time."

[Harry Bergstrom]

"Disco... but I do like some of the more traditional Hebrew music as well." he says, putting up his now empty bowl.

[Damascus]

Damascus nodded. There had been no rush in his life for quite some time, and he wondered if he would ever have anything to do after this for quite some time. Why, given enough time spent on missions like these, he might see something like this as excitment.
He sighed, and it sounded like a gust of wind feeding flames. Why couldn't life look up for once? He'd never have imagined himself in this kind of situation in his wildest nightmares.

[Chai Ling]

"Disco, that is...very unusual. So you dance as well? Are there still discos in America?" I ask with nquisitive eyes.

"I have never gone dancing. I don't think that I could. I am far too reserved for that kind of thing."

[Harry Bergstrom]

Harry laughed.

"Unusual? That's actually pretty acurate. Yes, I dance as well and there are still some Disco Dance places in America... of course, they're filled with balding people in bellbottoms and attempted afros." he said cynically.

"I don't know, I think anyone can dance... especially Disco. It's not even really dancing - just moving around like an idiot."

[Aung San Suu Kyi]

"Damascus, I have observed that you are always very...depressed. Is something the matter? It is possible that I could help you if you wanted to talk about it." I say to Damascus as we fly over the Atlantic.

[Chai Ling]

"Maybe you can show me sometime. I enjoy learning new things."