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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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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]

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[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?

Re: [text]

[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.

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For all I know, you could run this entire place. Usually when people are cocky enough to taunt, they actually know the answer. [Yeah, Leon, um... society doesn't work that way.]

I didn't die to come here. Unless I somehow contracted a fatal illness in my sleep.

[dielikeyouwantme]

I do know the answer. It's the only one that makes any sense. Anyone who'd like to argue is only making himself out to be a fool.

You've said it, right there. If you were sleeping, how would you know? Have you got enemies? Someone could have done it for you, as easy as that. Did you eat before you went to bed? Drink? Poisoned. There are an awful lot of ways to die, dear. And maybe your world did blow up, crack in half, descend into chaos, or whatever it's done. You wouldn't very well be alive then, would you?

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I've already seen my world die once, and I was the one who brought it back. I'd know if it happened again.

[dielikeyouwantme]

Don't make me laugh so hard, on an empty stomach. Really! It's too much.

That's ridiculous. Are you clairvoyant, now? You're not there, anymore, in case you haven't noticed.

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Worlds die when the Darkness overtakes them. It isn't a snap consumption; you have hours before it's taken completely. I once lived in a world filled with no one but the people who escaped their destroyed worlds. Maybe I did die in my sleep, but following your logic, every universe is identical to every other universe in execution and destruction.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

Hmph, only if you believe time is linear, which it most certainly~ is~ not~. My world could have gone the way of the dodo thousands of years before yours, and it wouldn't make any difference to our arrival times, here.

And when did I say they were all destroyed, anyway? I said we were dead, and maybe universal destruction was how you got that way. Frankly, I think you've been poisoned. By a lover! Or a lover's lover. It's more interesting, that way. Which do you suppose it is? Do tell.

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I don't have any lovers.

[Yeah, he's about ready to wring this lunatic's neck over the Network.]

[dielikeyouwantme]

Oh, that's what you're going to get an attitude about? After I insulted your intelligence, and proved every one of your flimsy little theories wrong? You're angry at the implication that someone might want to spend time with you?

...On second thought, I'm angry at that implication. Cue me striking such awful jokes from the record. Imagine, if you will, that I never allowed myself the lapse in judgment that permitted such awful things to flow from my fingers.

Ah~. Much better. ♥

[Leon, don't even try. She absolutely lives for people attempting to physically attack her. You'll only make her happy.]

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I never got an 'attitude' about anything. It's text. Maybe I actually meant what I said, and don't have any lovers.

[dielikeyouwantme]

No, dear, you probably don't. It was hypothetical, anyway. I can see how any number of folks could want to remove~ you from their lives.