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[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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[ 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.

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!]

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.]

....a lawnmower is a toy?

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.

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

_{[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?

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