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If anyone comes across a building called Pay for Exchange, don't go in it.

[Asriel's voice sounds shaky and clearly upset with something. Maybe he should've switched to text, but he thinks it's too late now.]

They... they sell copies of people - people you can swap bodies with for a day. And they'll make copies of anyone who goes in their store, real actually alive copies too.

[Asriel's still sick to his stomach that he found "himself" for sale, but clearly the people on this colony didn't exactly see why it was a problem to sell living, unconscious bodies. But he's too scared to go back...]

J-just stay far away from it, okay? They don't ask you or anything, and they don't have any problems making a copy of you and putting it up for sale.

[ooc: Info for Pay for Exchange and what Asriel saw found here!]

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[ no, it isn't okay, he would absolutely agree. in fact, he'd be first in line to murder everyone in that shop, but apparently he's being babysat after a few prior instances that were very similar. ]

Sticking 'em in death matches, handing them out as mail order brides or husbands. 'Companions'. [ the last word said with a vitriolic level of disgust. ]

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[All of those options have Asriel feeling a little sick, even if he's not fully aware of what they mean. It really was like on the Outpost, it wasn't any different. Just a new location and new reminder that he can't get away from it.]

T-that sounds...

[Disgusting. Horrific. There's a lot of ways to describe it.]

... I don't think I want to leave the ship for a while.

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[ a slow sigh leaves him, and andyr’s irritation over all of this topic on the minicolony has been steadily rising the last several days. ]

Or you could stop crying about it and try doing something.

[ sorry, bro, he’s not the most polite person on the crew. ]

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[Asriel's mouth twitches unhappily as the words strike him a little too hard.]

I'm not - I'm not crying about it!

[Anger bubbles to the surface, and Asriel can feel his fur ruffling. He can admit to being crybaby, but this? It ran so much deeper than he could possibly describe to anyone, and it still hurts. July hurt, and every month that followed just seemed to be another reminder of that awful month. It was crushing and inescapable, and just when he thinks he can move past it... things like finding out some people cloned you and put you up for sale happen.]

What do you even want me to do? They said they aren't gonna stop, and it's not like I didn't plead with them! They don't care.

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I meant the slaves, not your single fucking clone. Christ.

[ andyr's not good at being gentle about this - there's a lot of bitterness he has when it comes to those two topics very specifically. ]

But of course they're not gonna care. They sell living bodies, why would they possibly care? [ which is why he hates the organizations that just hold up signs and hand out pamphlets and make protests, when it comes to slavery. no one's mind is going to change on it - if they're morally bankrupt enough to accept something like slavery in the first place, there's no going back from that, accept by force. and speaking of - ]

Meet me outside the building in a hour or so. I'll show you what I want you to do about it.