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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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[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!

[dragonspooker]

I would think I would recall dying, if I did die!

[Nope, not gonna debate the finer points of how death works here. Gonna pick on that thing that she's convinced she's right about and go after it like a stubborn bull!]

[dielikeyouwantme]

Why in heaven should you? Say it was traumatic. You humans have a clever little trick of the mind that you're quite fond of pulling: you often forget the things you can't handle.

[dragonspooker]

Because I distinctly remember that I was in the middle of something totally not related to dying.