IC Contact

[soul_sister]

This mailbox is currently useless and I'm not bothering with it. Please try my secretary.

((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

Comments

[maddeninghatter]

[ He can definitely hear the sounds of pots and pans, which suggests she's in the city. ]

My goodness, back so soon? I thought you were going to be out searching.

[soul_sister]

We did! ... But we didn't find anything.



...

Being out after dark didn't seem like a good idea out there so we turned back... I had no idea it was like that out there...

[maddeninghatter]

Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes, it's a bit scary, isn't it?

[ Now that he's verified that she hasn't been captured or eaten, he could just hang up.

...

Damn. ]

Ah, look. I've been doing a bit of thinking.... and.... I think it's highly likely that whatever is behind all this unpleasantness.... probably very much wants you to go out.

I think people are being lured away, by one means or another.

[soul_sister]

More tragic than-

[And she trailed off as Break continues... Her frustration, being well over 24 hours without sleep, and simple desperation of the days comes to a head. She knew he wasn't saying something, it was obvious to even her. But THAT.]

Why didn't you tell me?! I had other people WITH me!

[Danger to herself was normal, accepted even. But with the more gentle souls of Mary and Kevin (in her eyes), was a different story. She doesn't give him time to answer just... a little plaintively.]

... Just! What else am I supposed to do?

[maddeninghatter]

[ Coldly: ]

Because I had no way of knowing whether you yourself were involved.

[ ...but he can't maintain the coldness, because she sounds like she might be near tears. ]

I -- look, I'm sorry.

[soul_sister]

[She wants to shout more, out of frustration more than the logic arguing back. 'She would never!' 'But how would he know?' In the end, the questions come out all different.]

I can't just do nothing. He's the only- ...

Is there someone in charge? Maybe... If they know we could stop it, in the past or something. What good is all of it otherwise?

[Break, never actually hears it. There's never anything like sobs or crying, but the defiant sniffle punctuating a word here and there is probably as good of a clue.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ His heart is cynical, icy, and unfeeling--

At least that's what he keeps telling himself. Because if that were the case, her sniffles wouldn't be so painful to listen to. ]

Y-yes. Yes, I think contacting someone from the Initiative would be a capital idea. As much as I don't have confidence in our captors, I--

[ ...a sharp intake of breath. And then he is speaking urgently: ]

Miss Rosette, what you mustn't do is just head out without thinking. Whatever is going on, it's something that's been carefully planned. If we simply react, we play into their hands.

[soul_sister]

[She's heard this before. She's heard it from Sister Kate, and Father Remington. She's even heard it on occasion from Chrono, who really didn't have a right to say it.

But that brash tendency of hers to toss aside concerns and buck off regulations was lost with the person who'd follow her into it. She finds herself leaning against the counter, rubbing her eyes like it's the onion's fault.

This... was a bitter resolution, but it was also a way to move forward.]

I know. I know.

I'll go down in the morning.

[maddeninghatter]

[ He's actually surprised to get such quick agreement. Is she putting him off? No - she sounds sincere enough. ]

Good girl.

[ A pause, as if that were a dismissal and he's about to sign off... ]

--oh, by the way. You said you had company on your trip to the Outlands. Who went with you, if you don't mind my asking?

[soul_sister]

No, it's fine... Kido, Kevin, Chrysos and Mary. Why?

[maddeninghatter]

Since you happened to go into the Outlands anyway, I'm curious what you did see, if anything. Sometimes people remember things differently, or notice things they might not comment on.

[ Not unkindly: ]

Your, ah, state of mind might not have done you any favors, in terms of observation.

[soul_sister]

I wasn't out sightseeing, no.

[maddeninghatter]

It sounds like you have someone with you, there.

[soul_sister]

Someone is who is way too pushy about little things.

[There's no venom in her voice, since Tempest honestly IS worried about her. It's more petulance at getting caught BEING TO BUSY FOR LITTLE THINGS LIKE FOOD.]

[hyanaimne]

[what was that? Throw something at the back of your head? Why, certainly!]

[soul_sister]

OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!

[hyanaimne]

Pushy? You are one to talk, girl!

[maddeninghatter]

Eh?

Are you all right, Miss Rosette?