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[alldamned]

Well, now. Think I finally got the hang of this thing.

[He gives the camera an easy smile as he settles in, seated in the room he's claimed for himself with his feet up on the table, legs crossed. Perfectly at home, despite the cold and potentially sterile environment. Sure beats Purgatory, anyway.]

Wonderin' if there's anyone I can talk to about gettin' some grub in this place. Not tryin' to be a princess or anything, but I've got some special dietary needs. Would sure appreciate anyone who could lend a hand.

[That said--]

Now. [His smile fades just a little bit, gaze growing just a touch more serious. Somber never quite fit him, but this will do.] I hear some of you have been to a little place called Purgatory. Y'all should give me a ring, when you've got the time. We may just have some friends in common.

[Translation: Dean, get on the horn now.]

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[blackmagus]

Of course — Center willing.

[Fortescue gives him a wink. Either of them remaining in the building is up to the building itself. But she's not going anywhere, if she can help it. This is pretty much her home now. Maybe that's a sad state of things, but she doesn't care. It's a better state than what she has waiting for her.]

I'll see you then.

[And with the soft patter of cat feet behind her, she's out, her pilfered items in her arms for safe keeping in her room.]