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[wineandwomen]

[When the feed comes on, Cross can be seen kneeling on the floor in a meeting room. Maria's skirt can be seen off to the side as her master listens in on the conversation before him. Cross is safe from view behind Maria's curtain but he won't linger long just in case someone moved and headed in his direction. After a few minutes of listening in to

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[angryaffliction]

[Holy shit someone doing something useful.]

...Listening in?

[wineandwomen]

I was, yes.

[What he does with that useful is yet to be seen.]

[angryaffliction]

Anything worthwhile?

[Alex has no patience or sense of subtlety.]

[wineandwomen]

Yes.

[Oh Alex. Cross will only tell you what he wants to.]

[angryaffliction]

Good.

[About fucking time!]

You're some who's looking for a way out too?

[wineandwomen]

[He's been doing this since he got here months ago.]

I wouldn't say that. I don't enjoy what I would go home to.

[War, house arrest, apprentice under suspicion of treason, possible death.]

[angryaffliction]

I see.

[Oddly enough there isn't the usual rough accusation in his tone. It sounds like on some weird level he understands- after all, his home is a hive of infected under martial law of an absolutely insane black-ops group. If it weren't for Dana he'd probably just meander off into the world and find some cave and brood for all eternity.]

Anything of interest to those of us who are?

[wineandwomen]

[He would wander off and be away from it all for eternity if he could but damned if there weren't ways out there for finding him, be them Timcanpy or Black Order members crawling the globe.]

Not particularly though it might give more incentive for you wanting to leave.

[angryaffliction]

Gonna elaborate or are we gonna play twenty questions?

[Alas responsibility has that unfortunate knack for catching up to us all :(]

[wineandwomen]

What in the world is twenty questions?

[Shh... His Victorian-ness is showing. Don't point it out.]

[angryaffliction]

[You can hear a heavy thud from Alex's end. It sounds like a battering ram hitting a giant, three foot thick door. It's actually a quarter-ton virus facepalming.]

It's an expression. Just means I don't want to have to ask a million things to get one answer.

What were they talking about that we should be worrying about?

[wineandwomen]

[Good lord man. Take it easy on your skull. No need to get yourself all bloody over some uh, minor generational gaps.]

...Ah. Then shouldn't it be called million questions?

[Back to trolling.]

Well, depends on what you worry about.

[angryaffliction]

[It's okay, nothing valuable was damaged.]

I have no idea what it should be called.

I want to know if they're dangerous or not.

[Sense of humour? What's that?]