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010 // video

Nov 29, 2010 11:50

[The video is of a young man, dressed in some combination of Western and Middle Eastern wear, with a black mask covering his features. He might be in his late teens, he might be thirty--it is difficult to tell. What is immediately noticeable is that, unlike the Erik seen until now, he is... seen. In full view, and apparently comfortable with that ( Read more... )

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Private-Video thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 02:56:58 UTC

Hello Erik, my name is Martha. May I come see ya so we can chat. I'm a friend, and I mean ya no harm.

Private-Video ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 03:20:52 UTC

If you did mean me harm, I doubt it would do you much good. Come, if you wish. It is an interesting claim, if nothing else.

Private-Video thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 03:28:37 UTC

I'll be there in a few minutes, Erik. Are you hungry, do you need anything?

Private-Video ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 03:31:43 UTC

I am. Are you one of the shah's serving girls? No, you speak too promptly for that.

Private-Video thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 03:33:41 UTC

No. I'm a doctor, actually. Food preference? What do you like best?

Private-Video ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 03:50:14 UTC

Mmm, my friend and a doctor. You aim high, but you will not fool me. I will eat anything, mademoiselle; it hardly matters.

Private-Video thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 04:00:12 UTC

Ya must have a favorite!

Private-Video ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 04:11:47 UTC

[Erik thinks.]

It is some time since I have had proper glace... mmm... I believe you call it 'iced cream.'

Private-Video thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 18:44:48 UTC

Ice cream, got it. Flavor preference?

Private-Video ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 18:48:10 UTC

Something strong, or with texture.

And do not poison me.

Private-Video-Spam? thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 19:05:18 UTC

[A quick grin.] Trust me, I don't plan on poisoning ya. I'll be there in five.

Spam ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 19:18:52 UTC

No one who did would announce it.

[Erik clicked off the device and looked around the room he found himself in. Dreary, he thought. He liked rich interiors, but this was funereal. More a set than a living space. He pulled the furniture around and rearranged as best he could; when Martha arrived, he'd be seated in one of the chairs, legs crossed and at home, as if granting an audience.]

thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 19:27:47 UTC

[When Martha normally met with Erik, it was in a place other than his room, but she still knew where it was. In her room, she'd had a small kitchen, and everything that had been in her cabinets and freezer tended to restock itself monthly. Restocking it monthly met that Martha actually had several pints of Ben and Jerry's in her freezer. At home, ice cream tended to be chocolate, vanilla or strawberry, but while she was in New York, Martha had discovered that she rather had a taste of Chunky Monkey, which was what she brought with her today. It had the strong flavor of banana along with large chocolate chips and walnuts for texture. She also had two spoons and used them to knock on the door.]

ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 19:32:11 UTC

[Erik rose and went to the door, opening it with a subtle flourish. An experience performer, this man. Not yet the hermit Martha knew, beaten by the world; this man felt superior to it, but still somehow a part.]

Mademoiselle, welcome.

thegooddrjones November 30 2010, 19:34:33 UTC

[Martha grinned to him quickly, and her eyes moved over him for a moment, trying to figure out where he was from in her file on him. She knew that he was younger, but it was a question of how much younger.]

Thank you, Erik, I've brought some ice cream.

[She offered the container to him,]

May I come in?

ingenue_bait November 30 2010, 19:38:14 UTC

[His attention was caught by the curious, colorful container. He took it, peering at the writing for a moment.]

You may.

[He stepped back, confident in the way only a young man is when he has reached physical maturity and had not yet had it knocked down by the world. He went back to his seat, and sat, watching Martha carefully. She would note that his mask no longer covered the bottom of his face; he could eat.]

I do not take kindly to this abducted, as I have said. Nor do I appreciate being lied to.

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