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Note: Hasn't been updated in a long while.

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If you don't know who I am, I probably don't want to talk to you.


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[Ooc] ... So. Drop a message here either for Rita or the mun. Please indicate if OOC or IC, and one of us will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you.

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[The video flickers on, and you have a very lovely view of a pair of goggles, hung askew. There is a moment in which fingers dance over what looks to be a laptop keyboard just by the corner of the screen. Tapping noises ensue as the camera slowly turns mechanically to its owner, who happens to be looking most preoccupied with whatever they are typing away.

As the typing intensifies, the camera begins to adjust its angle and light settings, and slowly, her face comes into focus. Once the camera has settled, the typing stops.

She looks pleased.]

It's perfect in terms of adjustments. Now, I just need to write up an app that makes it automated. [Something of a fond look towards the laptop off-screen, before turning back to the camera.] Of course, it'll be in the beta stages for next little while, but I could use a few testers and quality checkers.

[Though at this, her good mood seems to deflate somewhat. A few more clicks of the keyboard screen, and the background filters out slowly, leaving only Rita.]

I'm also looking for a research assistant. Preferably someone with experience in the field. The more qualifications, the better. If you're interested, I can give you a run-down of expectations and general procedures; the pay can be negotiated. Personality, quirks, whatever, doesn't matter -- I don't have to get along with you to work with you. Whatever you do in your spare time doesn't matter to me, so long as you do your job.

[pause] ... and before anyone says anything, I can take on the workload just fine. By myself. This is... different.

[Nnngh, annoyance.] All interested parties, contact 'Rita Mordio', fourth district laboratories.

[Her hand reaches off-screen, and the camera readjusts itself with every tap of the key, eventually dimming and ending the feed. Just before the screen turns black, however, the audience might get a view of Rita's desk, which... appears to be covered in badly-formed paper creations of the origami ilk, though even the most tasteless of people would be hard-pressed to call it origami.]

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The university system that we know of here doesn't exist in my world. [A pause here.] But there are some similarities. There was a single institution in the city of Aspio that could have qualified as 'higher education', if even, but it was mainly dedicated to the study of blastia and related topics. Smaller educational institutions were scattered in the cities, but higher education wasn't exactly available to anyone who wasn't a mage, or who didn't live like a prince. Let's just say the focus was far different than the universities seem to sport here.

The question I want to pose is this.

Who amongst you people are actually considering enrolling in an educational institution? Both elementary and higher educations apply. If you are, why are you making this decision? And if you aren't, then why aren't you?

[Another pause.]

People whose reply to the second question is 'I've already learned everything I need to learn' need not apply, since that's my opinion. I'm not looking for rejoinders.

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[A crackle of static. Her voice sounds strained, almost as though breathing were difficult.]

I need information on the police here.

[A cough, a hiss and the transmission cuts.]

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[/insert the screams of a little girl here]

[The dreamberry's video function flickers on, jostles, and records loud cursing. She seems to be running, from the movements of the dreamberry, and the sudden stop in movement and the dropping of the camera angle can be generally interpreted as someone dropping and hiding. A lull, and a started shriek, followed by a sudden babble-]

Did you want fish, ma'am--

Get away from me, you freak-

[A sudden burst of flame. The camera stumbles, showing the sudden face of a genially laughing ghost.]

Ah, that's warm. Can you do that again? My fingers-

[A sharp intake of breath, and the camera starts jostling wildly again, amidst the shouts-]

But ma'am! The fis-

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[ooc: Gray is the ghost.

So basically, Rita was out on a shopping trip, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. And another. And another. And then, the ghosts started coming out of the woodwork, and the poor ghost-phobic child panicked. She's in the grocery right now, trying to hide from the darn things, since magic doesn't seem to be working and all. Contact her for moral support y/y?]

[The dreamberry flickers on, and she frowns. There's something lost within her eyes.]

... I want to confirm the disappearance of a man that goes by 'Raven'. He is approximately a hundred and seventy centimeters in height and broadly estimated to be in his late thirties, give or take. Green eyes, black hair.

He wears a purple overcoat, carries a katar-turning bow on person, and has his hair up in a... a stupid ponytail. He is... the single-most useless old man to ever walk upon the face of this freakin' world, and probably won't be anymore freakin' useful back in the world he came from, and he-

[She cuts off, because the vaguely professional wanted-person's message has just become something else entirely and what the hell is she doing-

There is a small pause, before something falls off the desk to her right and clatters against the ground loudly. The fingers around the dreamberry clench angrily, and in a sudden gesture, she slams the dreamberry face-down on something wooden. The camera spins.

... her next words are slightly choked.]

... never mind. Forget it.







... you stupid-

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[Edit:// This transmission has now been filtered from Estelle. ;A;]