[Lucrecia sounds a lot lighter than she feels.]

So I haven't seen any pitchforks or torches at my door. Just a... shadow. Haha.

Anyway, I was thinking that...

Well, this world is just--no, existence... existence is a funny thing. I...

[She's silent for a long time.]

Guess I didn't have anything to say after all. I'm, I'm sorry to bother you

[Lucrecia is sitting out on a deck chair sunning herself as she flips through her notes.  She has decided she's had the very craziest dreams lately, but it's all over now. Best way out of the agony of it? Work work work! There's a list of names on one page, and she's slowly crossing a few out. With a sigh, she finally circles one, then sends out a ( Read more... )

Well, the world is a depressing place lately, isn't it?

[She's way too chipper for that statement: the good doctor is at Sergei's, and there's an empty brandy glass on the table as she debates round two.]

I just keep thinking... there must be something we can do for each other?

Me, anyway. I feel so useless here. You all have these... skills. I don't ( Read more... )

[A string of emotionally draining days has left Lucrecia holed up in her room, pestering the heck out of Turks that aren't her ex or his commander for food and supplies--hey, they need to earn their keep. She's been tabulating equations, memory jogged by a few key texts, and has now reached the point she is deeply involved in visualizing... some ( Read more... )

[There's a blip of a young, brunette woman in a lab coat, then blackness, then she reappears, accompanied by static and a frown. After so more adjusting, the feed brightens and she smiles.]

Hello... network? I'm sorry, I don't know what each of you--if there's anyone out there--wishes to be called individually so I'm forced to address you as a ( Read more... )