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Archive II

Above the Taragangils' main ore veins—where countless chunks of Originium ore lie hidden—are an equally large number of Rim Billitonian mining towns. It was in one such small town where Warmy was born. However, not long after, her mother left home to remarry and was never heard from again, so the young Warmy lived alone with her miner father and slowly grew up to the ceaseless roar of the town's machinery and the pounding echoes of its hammers. That said, not having a mother around doesn't seem to have had much of a negative effect on her. This is because every adult in town took on the role of caretaker during her upbringing. Just as there are Rim Billitonians who describe such towns as 'one big family,' the towns serve a much greater purpose than simply being Rim Billiton's most fundamental political unit. They are also where their labor creates value. Most importantly, the mining towns connect each and every small family together. Here, every child is everyone's child. 'The workers in town all treated me really well! 'The fat man always lost to Dad when they played cards together. Whenever he won just once, he'd get overjoyed for days! '...I lived with him ever since that day. He told me that he won more than enough to raise me to adulthood. 'There was the radish leaves old lady, too. Dad always hid from her, saying that the way she talked was just like the broadcast station's loudspeakers, because she'd tell everybody about that time her went into the mine shaft with his trousers inside-out— 'But she helped me ask around about Dad everywhere. She also made the other workers go to other mines to put up missing person posters, and she took me to... where the accident happened. 'They were all okay with me staying there, but I wanted to look for Dad... That's why, I got on the truck, and left town.' Warmy once told us in vivid detail how the workers spent their time in the open field in the center of the kitchen after a day's work—They played ball, wrestled, and danced together. Whenever they wanted to relax, they gathered to chat or set up lawn chairs to watch an outdoor movie. The older workers spent their spare time teaching everyone necessary life skills, and Warmy sometimes joined in on the lessons. We understand this to be the origin of her outstanding culinary techniques. 'If only the food I cook could cure everybody of Oripathy...' Perhaps it is because of the warm and simple lifestyle of the residents of such mining towns that such a childish and romantic wish has taken root in Warmy's heart.

Archive III

December 20, 1095 Visitors: 1926 Work Log: Man, so busy—Nobody could've seen a disaster like this coming. Most of the visitors today are friends and family of the trapped miners. The mines' reps are telling me to calm them down, but after something like this...? What's more, the mailroom got a letter with a flower sticker today. It looks like a kid's handwriting, and the recipient's name is on the list of personnel we lost contact with. This year's winter is so cold. ...... December 24, 1095 Visitors: 138 Work Log: Most of the visitors today are family members here to claim remains or sign their indemnifications. They all looked exhausted and numb. I can't help but wonder how many times these mothers, wives, and siblings have been through this systematic, almost inhuman process? The girl waited by the shutters till midnight. We couldn't find her father's remains, but we were able to find a brooch with a picture of a father and daughter inside, among the pile of unclaimed items. The girl took it with her. I sure hope that's going to cheer her up, at least a little. Speaking of which, it wasn't until I saw the picture that I remembered I had met the guy... He always waved at me when he got to work in the mornings. I'll never forget that hand missing the ring finger, yet I never even knew his name. ...... December 31, 1095 Visitors: 27 Work Log: We held a party and wrapped up work early today. We signed for a bunch of fireworks and cannonballs, ten crates each. We also had a bunch of New Year gift boxes meant for the workers—the company placed that order a couple weeks ago. In the end, we couldn't even manage to hand out half of them. The girl stopped by again. She had a small clay pot with her, and she sat on a stone block on the side of the road the whole time. When she heard the cheerful voices celebrating the New Year coming from inside the chapel, she smiled and closed her eyes, like she was making a wish. In the end, she gave me that pot of stew. It was still warm. I can tell she still hasn't found the person she's been waiting for. Happy New Year. ...... January 19, 1096 Visitors: 284 Work Log: It's been a full month since the accident, and we're getting plenty of familiar faces. This is the first time we've had so many flowers piled up in that tattered corner by the wall. I've heard some workers talk about the investigation report of the accident. As you'd expect, the company determined it was completely unforeseen and could not possibly have been predicted. Whether it was a natural or manmade disaster, they simply wrote it off as an 'accident.' On another note, I heard that the daughter of the man who lost his finger has been riding trucks to other mines to look for her father. What's even more heart-wrenching is that apparently she caught Oripathy by accident a while back... Silly girl. ...... January 26, 1096 Visitors: 5 Work Log: Not a lot of visitors, nothing important that needs to be recorded. I saw that girl again. She was curled up on the station's bench. No idea why she didn't stop by to register or ask me if I've seen her father like before. There was a pretty brazen-looking truck driver who asked me all about that kid. I couldn't be bothered to tell her, but she was determined to get herself involved. What a weirdo. ...... —From the notebook always carried by a certain desk worker at the mines

Archive IV

If you happen to be walking past the Rhodes Island cafeteria's rear kitchen, don't be surprised if you spot a few gormandizing operators huddled around the door. They might all be waiting for Warmy's fresh-off-the-stove 'Soup of the Day.' In just the blink of an eye, that tiny figure appeared with a big tray and captured everybody's attention. Everyone noticed that not only did today's soup come with a range of options encompassing the favorites of many of our operators, there were also some small bites prepared by Warmy. 'If that doesn't fill you up, we still have more in the pot! And if there's anything you want to eat, just let me know anytime! It's okay if it's not Rim Billitonian! I'll learn how to make it!' Ever since then, she actually learned to cook up a variety of authentic dishes from all across Terra, and no one's doubted that promise of hers ever again. Warmy is slowly learning how to properly use the stove's staff, with which she is able to adjust the heat to accurately control her food's temperature and really show off her skills in the kitchen. Combined with how she has learned to prepare the favorite dishes of many of our operators by heart, she has come to be known as the Gourmet Magician by Rhodes Island's pickiest foodies... Who could have predicted the tiny Infected girl who had to be closely monitored just a couple months ago coming this far? ['Potlid' Patient Visitor Menu] ...... Sour Olive Fin Soup Note: Might be a bit sour, but Hibiscus says sour foods help stir the appetite, which in turn helps absorb the nutrients in the fin meat! Hoppy Potato Pie Note: Main dish for filling bellies. You can't get a good night's sleep if you're hungry, and you can only recover if you get a good night's sleep. Eat up! Honey Fowlbeast Kebab Note: Kids love this. It's very important to stay happy. Gaulish Macarons (crossed out) 'Cure-all' Macarons (crossed out) 'Begone, Sickness!' Macarons Note: Be sure to make these! —One of the operators helping out at the rear kitchen pointed out that it is a lot of work to make these macarons for dessert, but Warmy insisted on making them nonetheless. After careful consideration, she chose a name that she thought best suited the dessert. [Classified Log] Although each country or territory has its own policies toward the Infected, their marginalization nonetheless remains a common sight all across Terra. Prejudice has made it difficult for adult Infected to even live in the sunlight, not to mention children who lack decision-making capacity and have yet to fully mature. As a landship that provides Oripathy treatment services, Rhodes Island has taken in thousands of Infected children from all across Terra. Each of them endures unquantifiable bodily pain. Some were abandoned by their families and society, and some even chose to exile themselves—As such, in addition to bringing the Infected children's Oripathy under control, we must help them learn skills with which they can assimilate into society. This is something that cannot be neglected. ...We truly hope that there will be nothing keeping these children from growing up healthy, be it poverty, war, or Oripathy itself. —Excerpts from a Rhodes Island Medical Department children's rights report

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