[Seras' voice sounds a little deeper than usual, and maybe a little bit (okay more than a little bit) panicked. Guess who woke up with entirely the wrong set of parts and spent the day trying not to completely freak out?]

Um... does the drive usually pick on indivual people instead of the whole ship? Or is it just me?

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[Seras is dressed up in a frilly apron, taking a batch of scones out of the oven barehanded.  She eyes them like they're going to try and bite her any moment now.]

I don't suppose someone could taste these for me.  My job this month is making them, but I can't eat them.

[Pokes one.]

I hope they were made right. I never was all that good at

[Seras is perched on a rooftop and dressed in a slightly oversized Dracula cloak with a MASSIVE gun balanced on her shoulder, aimed for a will far off in the distance. She's got one arm missing, but there's a shadowy... thing replacing it and she doesn't seem to notice.

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Officer Seras Victoria reporting here.  I'm looking for a woman named Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, blond hair, blue eyes.  Last seen in London, England, Earth.  If anyone has information on her or anyone else from the Hellsing organization, please let me know.

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