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[hexappeal]

Hello there, young padawans. [Her voice is flat, almost to the point of disinterest.] I've been skulking about for a few days and I'll cut straight to the point: I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to leave now. [More emotion starts to present itself; frustration with the slightest trace of anger.] I get the whole "stuck" thing, but that's always such crap. Someone's usually behind that and they'll usually fold if approached the right way -- which in my case may very well be with a fist.

[She lets a little huff of air out, almost a laugh.] But I'm getting ahead of myself. So, how about this! I'll even be a good sport about it (if you could see me, I am smiling and not going to press any sort of interdimensional charges on you, I promise). I'm a busy woman with a cat to feed and a teenage cousin to roll my eyes at back home. Send me to my San Francisco and I'll forget this ever happened.

Comments

[hexappeal]

Supposedly.

Was the source of this knowledge... ah, sketchy?

[blackmagus]

I've heard it repeated a few times now. But until I see one, I'm going with caution and a healthy grain of salt.

[hexappeal]

I'm really hoping it's just a joke they pull on new folk. [She nearly makes a joke about how she's seen Jurassic Park, but she suspects not everyone is familiar with it and Jeff Goldblum and Sam Neill's handsome faces... too bad.]

Okay, no forest at night and get my ass a place to roost. These are my plans.

[blackmagus]

[Sadly!]

Sounds good. I'll let you get to them, then.

[hexappeal]

I appreciate it, Fortescue. [She says the name almost (almost) like a question, a confirmation that it is correct.]

If you see a gal wandering around wearing a top hat, fishnets, and a fetching pair of coattails, that'll be me!

[blackmagus]

Top hat. Fishnets. Coattails. Got it. [Keep it clean, Fortescue. Keep it clean.] I'll be the gal with the black cat. Good luck.

[hexappeal]

[The top hat implies a lady of means, right??] Here's hoping you're the only one.