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[dielikeyouwantme]

[When the video feed first comes up, it's silent, and also not quite centred. Grell speaks for a moment, before realizing her microphone is muted, and depresses the button to correct the problem. There's an exaggerated look of disgust on her face; it's been nearly twenty-four hours since she woke up, alone, in her room, and it's taken her this long to figure out how to get a mass message out. She probably could have asked for help, but hey. She's stubborn.

Settling back into her seat, she waves briefly, without much energy, to the camera. The only thing that has gone "right," today, is finding her own clothes, in the trunk by the foot of her bed. She pulls her braided hair forward over her shoulder, before she speaks.]

I know some of you must think this letter is having a big laugh at your expense, right?

[Grell holds up her own, and then smacks it lightly back down on the counter.]

That's fine. Think whatever you like, and we'll see who's really laughing, won't we? In the meantime, I'm looking for someone. His name is Ronald Knox. Overly cheerful, with really unfortunate hair? He's got a ridiculous toy he's rather fond of. It looks like this.

[She flips the sheet of paper over, and holds up a terrible drawing of a lawn mower.]

We worked together. I have every reason to believe the both of us took a page from Ophelia's book, and drowned, during our last assignment. He was my responsibility. If any of you have seen him, do let me know. I'll be in the first floor dormitories.

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[hardknoxlife]

[ So just casually checking the network here. Nothing to see. Same as always with his ankles crossed over each other and a look of nonchalance as he rests his head on his hand.

And then he chances upon this which nearly makes his head slip from his hand. But he straightens up almost immediately. ]

Mister Sutcliffe?! Cor, I was worrying my arse off! Knew there wasn't a chance in heaven or hell I was alone here.

[ His panic's calmed down though. ]

All right there? Where are you? Could come get you if you like.

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[hardknoxlife]

[ But there's the smallest pout however as he rests his head back on his hand. ]

S'not a toy by the way. It's my Death Scythe and she's perfectly suited for my needs, if you don't mind.

[ And after a moment's thought. ]

And there's nothing unfortunate about my hair! It's distinct, I'll have you know.

[dielikeyouwantme]

[Good thing she thought to check the network terminals in her dormitory hallway, as soon as she got up. Which...isn't at all early, considering she kept herself awake, attempting to plan her next move, if it should happen that she was wrong, and Ronald hasn't turned up anywhere.

The feeling of relief, when she sees him, is astronomical. Not only because she's glad he's all right, but because it seems to prove her theory that they didn't make it safely out of the Campania incident.

But she doesn't bother with letting silly things like thank God you're alive show on her face, and just beams her sharp-toothed grin at him. It looks all the more demented, for her rumpled, slept-in clothing, and the loose strands of her hair fraying out of her braid.]

Of course there wasn't any chance, darling. I've left off plenty of work, in my life, but I wouldn't let you get yourself lost, now, would I? I'm on the first floor of the dormitories. Make it quick, if you're coming by. I have ever so many things to say to you, and half the day is gone, already. Hmph.

[She just waves away his concern about her commentary on his hair and his lawn mower.]

I'll have you know, it isn't polite to sit there and complain, when you have a lady waiting.

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[hardknoxlife]

[ That grin, no matter how manic it looked was reassuring at least. It meant she wasn't an illusion but he had to see this for himself. So he's pulling his jacket off the back of the chair and slipping it back on. ]

Right! I'm just two floors up and I can be there in a jiffy if you'll give me a moment. Best I save the stories for when I get there. Few days in and already I've got a bit of a load on you.

[ And with a grin back, the feed's cut.

Of course if she listens, she'll hear a rather familiar lawnmower coming up and around the corner in a few minutes. Truth be told, the corridors make him nervous so he's been using that rather sweet ride to get places. ]

[traverses]

Do you know about that letter?

[Angry Leon is angry. He just finished rebuilding his world, dammit, he's not going to lose it again!]

[dielikeyouwantme]

[As she's now waiting for Ronald, and doesn't want him to startle her into making any ridiculous faces on camera, when he shows up...Grell's replying to the rest of her messages via text.]

Of course I do~ It's obvious, isn't it? Well, for me, anyway. I don't know about your mental faculties, at all. An attractive man like you, I'd be surprised if you did have it sorted. Sigh, looks and brains so rarely go together. Wouldn't you agree? ♥

No, I suppose you wouldn't. And look at me, blathering on like I have nothing to do, but listen to myself talk~. To cut to the point, if my circumstances are any indication of the whole: you're dead, chum. Your world may be intact, heaven only knows, but you, my dear, have shuffled your feet right off that mortal coil.

[She really does like to listen to herself talk. Or read her own writing, as the case may be.]

[text]

[traverses]

[And now she's done it, Leon will follow suit. also, sorry I forgot to label the last tag, it's been too long since I've been on the network]

So you only know what happens in your world, not this one?

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[dielikeyouwantme]

Do I look clairvoyant, to you? See, I knew you weren't terribly clever. Flattering, perhaps - and it is quite flattering, you know. Seeing the future, other worlds, the innermost workings of the hearts beating around me... It's romantic, isn't it? But alas, I'm not possessed of any such powers~. - but not terribly clever. Such a shame.

Anyway. The last thing I remember could have ended in my death. Ronald was with me. He's here, as well. It's not unreasonable to assume, as tragic~ as it might be, that we were tied inexorably together by death, is it? And if that were true for two of us, is it really illogical to assume it must be true on a wider scale? Would it not be more ridiculous, to think we're all here for different reasons? That's absurd.

[myblueskies]

Are you one of mister Ronald's friends sir?

[He isn't sure, and he swore to protect mister Ronald so he needs to make sure this person means him no harm.]

[dielikeyouwantme]

[Replying via text, while she waits for Ronald. Even though he can't see her, she gives the question a considerable roll of her eyes.]

"Friend" sounds so plebeian, doesn't it? If we can assume "friend" to mean, in this case, that the dear boy is my subordinate, and I won't be pleased at all with the consequences, if I don't get him back, then yes, of course, I'm one of ~Mister Ronald's~ friends.

[Actually, he's one of Grell's best friends, she's just not keen on admitting as much to a building full of people she's never met in her life.]

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[myblueskies]

whats a subordinate? and what does plebian mean? hes here though, hes really nice

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[dielikeyouwantme]

[Cue dramatic sigh. So dramatic, in fact, that she's going to type it out.]

SIGH. He works for me, you know? Well, all right, you have me in half of a lie, there. Ronnie works under me. We work for someone else.

I do hope that's a sincere question. Plebeian: common. Uncultured, uninteresting, run of the mill, ofttimes vulgar. Next you're going to be asking me what "ofttimes" is, aren't you?

[fracta_anima]

....a lawnmower is a toy?

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[dielikeyouwantme]

Of course it is, what does it look like? Chainsaws are rather nicer, though, wouldn't you agree?

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[fracta_anima]

If you're in a zombie movie, I guess.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

Hmph. Indubitably wrong. I must say, I always thought my post-death experiences would be shared with individuals of slightly better taste~.

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[dragonspooker]

Dunno the guy you're lookin' for, and I'm fairly certain we're not dead in our being here.

[A beat.]

Until something kills you here, that is.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

Only fairly certain? I'm much more than ~fairly~ certain, in saying that we are. But do go on, I'd love to hear another educated opinion on the matter.

[If that's not sarcasm, one can't be sure what is.]

[dragonspooker]

[Twitchy-twitch.]

Well, for one, we can die here. For two, I was pretty darn alive before I wound up in this stupid place!

((ooc: argh, typo))

[dielikeyouwantme]

Hahaha. Oh. In that case, I must be wronger than wrong. A pity, a shame, I shall have to hang myself, etc.

Really. Everyone is alive, before they "wind up" dead. And as for the other part, who in the world said you couldn't die, in the afterlife? If you're even really dying~.

I'll pose it to you, this way: let us say there's an organization responsible for the retrieval of alllll the universe's souls, after their expiry (there is), and that they've never heard of this place, before (they haven't). So one must assume there are no souls~ leaving their bodies. Therefore, no death!

[complementing]

Oh, I've talked to Mister Knox! He's in...ohhhhh, I think it was 3-02.

[video] I've put this off too long... >>;

[queenofbass]

_{[The first thing Marceline thinks when she sees the message is of food, but come on- all that red, it's like a five-course dinner sitting right there! She derails that train of thought quickly, before she starts drooling, and composes herself so she can reply.]}

I saw him pretty recently, but that's been a couple of days.

_{[Of course she has to ask a question now, it's a matter of quelling her own curiosity.]}

I'm guessing you're Mister Sutcliff?

((ah, i was wondering where you'd gone off to!))

[dielikeyouwantme]

[What is going on with this girl's face? Grell doesn't exactly interpret it as barely composed hunger, but she does observe that it takes the face on the other end of the video feed half a beat to stop looking like she's staring. After as argumentative as everyone else has been, after as long as she's sat here, waiting for more familiar faces to show up, she is not particularly in the mood for what she perceives as staring at her, to the point of having to visibly compose oneself.

If she was in a better mood, Grell would have probably observed nicer things, like the fact that she and the girl on the video both have miles of hair, and unnaturally pointy teeth, but she isn't, and doesn't. She rolls her eyes, instead, attempting to look even more disgusted than what she actually is.]

It's Miss Sutcliff. Has Ronald not made friends with any of you? Does no one know his schedule? No one bothers to check and see what he's got up to? Frankly, I'm not surprised. I wouldn't, either, if they wouldn't have my head, for losing him.

[And that's being dramatic. She does care about where he is, and at this point she's already found him, anyway, and is only waiting to see him, so it's a moot point.]

((Sorry, been a bit of a bad week. Half-sick and then work. ><))

[queenofbass]

<sub>[Whoa. Touchy touchy. If Marceline was as irritable as she had been when first arriving here, she'd have probably just turned off the screen, walked away, and played her bass until someone either confronted her or until she felt better, whichever came first.

At this point though, fighting isn't on her list of things to do today, unless it's her v. the monsters roaming about. And this lady, she'll have to make a point to remember that contrary to how Ronald had referred to her, is most certainly not one of those. She has to wonder if she's a vampire as well, honestly, with those teeth.]</sub>

Sorry, was just what I was told. And I haven't had much of a chance to make friends with him. It was a chance run-in in the cafeteria, not that I wouldn't like to talk to him more.

By "them" I'm guessing you mean the board? He mentioned them.

((that's ok, it has been for me, too))

[dielikeyouwantme]

[You know, Grell thinks, she really needs to have a talk with Ronald, if they're going to be stuck in this tower for awhile. If she's going to have to correct every single person who's spoken to him, that's a whole lot of effort and wasted time, out of a day better used attempting to plot their escape. But she guesses she can't be too hard on him. What's she supposed to expect? It's not like anyone at home listens to her, when she tells them she's a woman.

Much less apologizes, which...it does occur to her that everyone she's had to correct, here, has done. Which is weird. A weird enough realization, actually, that it jars her out of being completely, intentionally unpleasant, for half a second.]

What am I going to do with him? I tell him, and he doesn't listen at all. He's absolutely the worst subordinate. But he's my only one, so he's my favourite.

[She rests her elbow by the keyboard, and her chin in her hand.]

Yes, them. I just got off probation, mind; if I lose an employee, I'm sure to meet some dramatic end~.