[Lucrecia is sitting in an out-of-the-way table at Sergei's with a random book on comparative interdimensional cosmology she hasn't even touched, and a bouquet of flowers from Deck 13, mostly bluebells, in a tall glass of water. There's a red strip of cloth, she's obsessively smoothing against the table at intervals as she stares off into space. It ( 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... )