8th Oration // Video

[dun_moch]

[Count Dooku addresses his communicator with wide, staring eyes. The view is shakier than usual: instead of levitating his phone with his powers for a steady, professional-looking shot, the nullified Count is holding it up with a trembling hand. The room behind him is small, stark, grey- the cell of a prison. Those who follow the news may know that Dooku was recently caught red-handed leading a bloody raid on an arms contractor to steal technology. Instead of his black clothes and cape, Dooku is wearing orange overalls. And his face is wet.

Count Dooku is crying.]

I... have been reborn.

[His voice is hushed, almost shaking.]

Now that I am forced to face the consequences of my crimes, I find my heart can no longer bear the stain of the terrible things I have done. After too many years of neglect, my conscience is awakened once more. The time has come... for the truth to be spoken. And for me to beg forgiveness for the many lives I have harmed.

( if you thought remorse would stop Count Dooku from being Extra then you thought wrong )

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[kidsmenu]

Bon soir. I am Claudia de Lioncourt.

[Small, blonde, extremely curly. A little more articulate and staid in her manner than your average twelve-year-old girl. She's wearing a flowery T-shirt and a backward, pink baseball cap.]

I am seeking information on how family relationships mature as a child grows up, in this world and time. In my old world, it would hinge on marriage, and childbirth, and separation from the ancestral home. But it seems that times have changed. Or perhaps they never were.

I'm given to understand that ImPorts don't tend to have children or anything, but I'm open to hearing stories gathered from the natives. Or your other cultures. Apparently, there is a saying, 'when in Rome.' And it would seem there are infinite versions of Romes to choose from.

[Video]

[canonized_demon]

 It's less like a video and more like a mobile Selfie; Alex at a small table tucked into the back of some place or another. There's the sound of drinking and eating, glasses clinking and the low murmur of conversation that strains just on the edge of ones hearing. The red-head in question is finishing off a pint glass herself, setting it down and resting her elbows on the table to peer into the communicator.

Someone's not great with technology.

"So it seems like if I wait for there to be a quiet moment before I introduce myself then I'm gonna be waiting a fuck of a long time. I'm Alex, got dragged here a few days ago and I guess I'm here to stay now. My starting digs weren't really what I was looking for, but this Maurtia Falls place..." She whistles, short and low. "This is the kind of town a girl could get used to."

Alex leans back into the booth, hands behind her head, although this takes her a little further from the mic on the communicator. "I was kind of a big deal back home, kind of want to be a big deal here too. Y'know, rich, famous, that sort of thing. But see back home I had a crew, a team, people I trusted...and so far here it's just me."

She leans forward again, scooping up the communicator and staring into it with amber eyes. "So...who else wants to be a big deal around here?"