[Paige looks much the same as she always does, hair tied up, sat with her legs up on the seat of her desk chair. There's a pair of glasses perched on her nose. Finally she can stop squinting at her screen!]

Warren...Can I talk to you about something?

[Paige is sat on the end of her bed. The background is plain, nothing special about her yet-to-be touched room. Her hair is scraped back from her face. She looks....surprisingly awake for someone with do much going on ( Read more... )

(The following is immediately after Paige is ported into the city ( Read more... )

[Have a rare, very thick Southern accented and maybe slightly intoxicated Paige's voice. It's the result of her mom, brother, AND almost boyfriend getting ported out in one week.]

These here apartments are sooo... the opposite a' secure which makes no sense on account of us livin' in this dangerous place. People just up an'-- poof! Gone. Finito. ( Read more... )

I think... I actually miss my brother ( Read more... )

[Paige is in her stone form. Why? It's a mystery. Just enjoy the weirdness of it all.]

I have a question.

What do you do when a friend of yours, who will remained unnamed, is potentially engaging in very dangerous lifestyle choices? I don't know all of the details but I'm pretty sure this person went on a date with James Bond. And that's really ( Read more... )

Work is going really well-- I'm getting to use my skills and knowledge for the greater good of the company ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I've been scarce since I've shown up in the city. First I was busy building this security system (which is completed and fully functional, by the way), then I had to plot out a good route for my morning run (approximately six miles in a nearby park) and now I've caught a cold ( Read more... )

[ The video screen displays Monet lounging comfortably on what appears to be a soft, modern-looking couch. She is sipping white wine. Although it's subtle, a person who is paying close enough attention might notice that although Monet's hand isn't moving, the alcohol is still bobbing softly against the wide-mouthed glass.]

Bonjour, Network. I ( Read more... )

[A distinctly frightened and Southern female voice is heard before Paige is seen.]

What in the heck--

[Paige has husked into her metal form, looking around wildly. She set the communicator down moments before and as has no idea that it's turned on. She is muttering to herself ( Read more... )