First Look [open]

DaffyDownDilly: So this is Highgrove?
DaffyDownDilly: I think I might actually like it here...
DaffyDownDilly: Is that normal?

Rebel: Welcome welcome
Rebel: Like it here?
Rebel: If you like being out in the middle of nowhere....suuuure.
Rebel: No one here is normal...so does it really matter?

DaffyDownDilly: Oh, thank you!
DaffyDownDilly: I do, actually.
DaffyDownDilly: I'm from Tywyn, in Wales, so I'm used to being in the middle of nowhere. I like it a lot.
DaffyDownDilly: I know, but I meant normal for here. I guess it's not...
DaffyDownDilly: Oh, my manners, forgive me. I'm Dilwen Vaughan, but you can call me Dilly.

Rebel: Any time.
Rebel: I prefer the middle of the city, myself.
Rebel: Don't think there's a standard for normal around here, so don't sweat it.
Rebel: Hola, Dilly...I'm Chance.
Rebel: This your first time in one of these places?

DaffyDownDilly: I don't like cities.
DaffyDownDilly: Not that I've ever been to one, but they sound as if they'd be...dirty.
DaffyDownDilly: The thought of getting dirty sends me into a panic attack.
DaffyDownDilly: Dirt, germs, dust, and getting sick. My therapist said I have phobias.
DaffyDownDilly: Chance...that's a nice name. Hi, Chance.
DaffyDownDilly: Yes. I've lived at home my whole life.
DaffyDownDilly: How about you? Have you been to one of these places before?

Rebel: Nothing wrong with a little dirt..
Rebel: There are worst things than dirt...trust me.
Rebel: I had a shrink who tried to tell me about phobias once. Total waste of time. Most of them are.
Rebel: Living at home sucks.
Rebel: Yeah, I've been bounced around so many times, I've lost count.
Rebel: So...you get dumped here because you're scared of dirt?

DaffyDownDilly: I know that. I mean, in my head I know that.
DaffyDownDilly: But phobias aren't rational. They don't make sense.
DaffyDownDilly: That's what my therapist told me, anyway...
DaffyDownDilly: I'm sorry you've been bounced around so much.
DaffyDownDilly: Well...yes and no.
DaffyDownDilly: I think I got sent here because I threw a bucket of bleach water at my brother...
DaffyDownDilly: How come you got sent here?

Rebel: I don't know much about phobias not being rational and all that.
Rebel: All the crap that I'm scared of makes sense to me...
Rebel: I'm used to the bouncing now...it's better than home
Rebel: But thanks, anyway
Rebel: I got sent here because of the drugs, I think
Rebel: Or maybe the behavior problems or my screwed up childhood...I dunno...
Rebel: Why'd you throw bleach on your brother?

DaffyDownDilly: "A phobia is a silliness you can't control."
DaffyDownDilly: That's a quote from The Star of Kazan. It's one of my favorite books.
DaffyDownDilly: Do you like to read, Chance?
DaffyDownDilly: Oh. I'm sorry.
DaffyDownDilly: Those are a lot of issues for one person...
DaffyDownDilly: I didn't mean to throw bleach on him. I didn't realize it was him.
DaffyDownDilly: He went outside and rolled in a mud puddle and dripped into my room while I was cleaning and I...panicked.
DaffyDownDilly: And it wasn't straight bleach--it was properly diluted.
DaffyDownDilly: Well, maybe it was a little stronger than most people use...

Rebel: I'm not the book smarts type, you know
Rebel: I get by just fine...usually with a lot of help from Snow White
Rebel: Until I got stuck here, anyway
Rebel: Rolled in some mud, eh?
Rebel: Probably looked like some kind of mud demon
Rebel: No wonder you bleached him