01 [ Video ] || Action Open to Sigyn House peeps

[silentmode]

[ Having long perfected the art of stealth, Chane Laforet has been a silent presence on the network for a few days, now. She's gathered the information she could, done the proper exploring once the sun had set each night in this strange, grey world, and made sure to trust no one.
The communication device was unlike anything from her time or world, but was basic enough in design that she caught on after a few fumbles, that would have been more noticeable to the network had she not been a mute.

And so. A woman with short, black hair looks at the community with a determined, if slightly confused, expression, and holds up a set of FLASH CARDS, as if she's presenting a project to a bunch of colleagues. She holds up one note, which reads: ]

"I have misplaced the map I was given by the maid-woman."

[ Then shuffles it to the back, pulling out the next. ]

"Please, if anyone can reproduce something like this for me, I would appreciate it."

[ Her expression becomes slightly uncomfortable, as she's now second-guessing this entire decision. Nevertheless, she holds up another awkwardly floppy poster board. ]

"Can the people here see if some have no eyes? Some speak though I do not see their mouths."

[ And another one. This time she's holding it up in front of her face, so she doesn't have to feel as awkward... ]
"If I could be shown where to go to acquire the proper materials to arm myself,
that would be very helpful too."

[ Final note! ]

"Thank you for reading this message."

[ And she just slowly ... puts down all the notes, and sits, staring way too intensely at the video feed. She seems to be RIGHT outside the Sigyn House, so that should be recognizable enough, and is very under-dressed for the weather! ]

Comments

[silentmode]

Were their accusations true?

[madamemoiselle]

It depends on which ones you've heard. I drank someone's blood so that I could live, but I didn't kill him.

[silentmode]

[ That didn't really add up -- but instead of doubting Diva, she just feels the public here can be stirred into quite a frenzy, as it could back at home. ]

They had a strong reaction. Do they do that to others?

[ Oops that's another question ]

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I think they would. As far as I know, I'm just the first.

[silentmode]

That was what I needed to know. Thank you.

[ Because hey, you gotta kill to survive, often. ]

[madamemoiselle]

[Diva smiles, giving a small nod]

You're welcome. [She tilts her head slightly, clearly trying to read more into the text] Does it not bother you?

intentional typo she is a grandma

[silentmode]

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Their reactions?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I guess that too! But I told you that what they said was true, at least partially. That's fine with you?

[silentmode]

[ Lol what girl as if killing is some big deal ]

It's not my concern.

[madamemoiselle]

[She pauses for a few moments, but then just laughs. What she says is completely out of the blue, except in Diva's mind]

I like you, Chane.

[silentmode]

[ She didn't see why, but...her world was full of such erratic lunatics, she knew that Diva's reasoning for coming to such a conclusion could be perfectly sound, or entirely random and whimsical. She wonders, briefly, if the mess in her room was caused by somebody else. Maybe an attack?

In unfamiliar territory, she'd rather keep things amicable. ]

I don't understand why

but thank you.

As I've said, I will stay out of your way.

[madamemoiselle]

[She laughs] Should I be saying "you're welcome" or "thank you?"

[But it's a rhetorical question, and she continues without a pause]

But don't worry about understanding. I just do.