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[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[The screen would flicker on with the sound of a few things hitting the wall. It would seem that something had knocked the device to the floor with some force and accidentally powered it on. Though whoever might be listening is getting a view of the ceiling, a particularly irritated voice can be heard ranting about her current circumstances.]

...unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. When I find out who is responsible for this, I'll tear their heart out and feed it to them.

[Another broken cup, perhaps? Either way, it's in pieces, now. Seems like it's taken some of the wind out of her sails, though.]

No furniture. No Ronove. No magic. What kind of hellhole is this? M...maybe this is hell. ...No...but this definitely isn't Rokkenjima.

[And then the device on the floor caught her eye. To the viewer, the angry voice would give way to a stately looking blonde with an inquisitive stare.]

A tape-recorder...?

Comments

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

A "party" implies I've had tea with more than myself as an attendee, so, nope!

It'd be my pleasure. Sounds like you've got quite a few stories we could swap over a few cups.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm quite sure I could come up with something entertaining to talk about.
Maybe I'll check around and see if this place has any decent shops.
It might be nice to see you in person. I'm not accustomed to these...electronic things.
By the by, I don't believe I've asked your name. I imagine it would be hard to call upon you without it.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, then smiles sheepishly.]

I've... really gotta get better at the "give out name first, chat pleasantly second" kinda thing. Name's Devola. And yourself?

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[She'll return the smile with a light giggle.]

It's quite alright. I was enjoying the conversation.
My name is Beatrice. A pleasure to meet you.~