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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.

Comments

[dielikeyouwantme]

Having to? You make it sound like such a chore. I'd just about die, if I had no one to boss around.

[Shock of all shocks, maybe this girls is all right. No really, it's shocking. For as many gripes as Grell has with working alongside, and therefore spending most of her time with, an office pretty much entirely made up of men, she's never gotten on particularly well with other women. Most of them, she thinks, are eyeroll-inducing to a painful level, petty, and idiotic. But this girl can talk minion keeping, apparently. That's a huge point in her favour.]

His hair. I've half a mind to mend it for him, while he's sleeping.

[queenofbass]

Depends on the henchman. I've had one I had to practically force to do what I told him to, until he wised up.

_{[She's not going to mention that he found out she was just pranking him though. Sounds more impressive, and it's close enough to the truth to work. It's kind of interesting, getting to talk to this girl. Back home she only has PB to bother, and while Bonnibel's fun to torment, all she does is host tea parties and do science and gunk. Not so entertaining, unless things explode. And they so rarely do. But this one, she doesn't seem to have the hang-ups on what's appropriate and what's not that others back home do, and that's definitely refreshing.]}

It's not the worst I've seen, really. Heck, I've probably done worse to mine. Not in dyeing or anything, just haircuts.