phone call: all ☆ october 11th.
[This call comes a little after the meeting has ended, with enough time that you might have had a quick snack or made it to your room to lounge around and relax. Her voice is amiable and warm, almost cloying.]
That was an interesting meeting, wasn't it? Suppose it was a little much, hoping for a vacation. I've only been here two days, but that's more downtime than I'm accustomed to. Uncertainty is an occupational hazard, as are nutjobs stalking you down trying to get your autograph or be your arch-nemesis, aliens trying to blow up the planet, and zombies -- which, by the way, I was pulled away from while dealing with. Talk about being inconvenienced, huh?
[Veering away from the specifications of her little zombie apocalypse, her tone is still beyond friendly, but a bit of annoyance creeps in.] Anyway, from what I gather it's magic that brought us here. I just so happen to be a magic user myself and I'll be doing whatever I can to help return everyone home. Which brings around the real point of this call: if anyone else is adept with magic that may be useful in activating the portal that we arrived in or otherwise returning us from where we came from, I'd like to speak with you. There's a chance that if we pool our abilities together, we'll get somewhere.
[There's a moment of silence. An afterthought:] Also, if someone would... be so kind, I'd appreciate it if you could lend me a hand with familiarizing myself with the current style of clothing for women. The way I normally dress isn't really... [She trails off. Zee's never been much for formal wear, unless it's necessary. Or clothing from nearly a hundred years ago.] I'll be heading downstairs for a bite to eat, shortly. And maybe to raid the library, afterward. If anyone would prefer to talk with me there, I'm hard to miss.
That was an interesting meeting, wasn't it? Suppose it was a little much, hoping for a vacation. I've only been here two days, but that's more downtime than I'm accustomed to. Uncertainty is an occupational hazard, as are nutjobs stalking you down trying to get your autograph or be your arch-nemesis, aliens trying to blow up the planet, and zombies -- which, by the way, I was pulled away from while dealing with. Talk about being inconvenienced, huh?
[Veering away from the specifications of her little zombie apocalypse, her tone is still beyond friendly, but a bit of annoyance creeps in.] Anyway, from what I gather it's magic that brought us here. I just so happen to be a magic user myself and I'll be doing whatever I can to help return everyone home. Which brings around the real point of this call: if anyone else is adept with magic that may be useful in activating the portal that we arrived in or otherwise returning us from where we came from, I'd like to speak with you. There's a chance that if we pool our abilities together, we'll get somewhere.
[There's a moment of silence. An afterthought:] Also, if someone would... be so kind, I'd appreciate it if you could lend me a hand with familiarizing myself with the current style of clothing for women. The way I normally dress isn't really... [She trails off. Zee's never been much for formal wear, unless it's necessary. Or clothing from nearly a hundred years ago.] I'll be heading downstairs for a bite to eat, shortly. And maybe to raid the library, afterward. If anyone would prefer to talk with me there, I'm hard to miss.