☽ Video ◆ 001

[wickedkicks]

[The video blips to life, revealing the tell-tale plain décor of government housing. Specifically, centered on a very neutrally colored armchair; and at the bottom of the screen, the edge of a simple coffee table. A white wall the backdrop of the sparse settling.]

Ah! brilliant.

[A woman's voice... with a posh English accent. Momentarily followed by the owner of said voice. A very tall, very darkly clad, spectacled woman walks on screen, plopping down in the arm chair with perhaps more grace than would have been anticipated. She swings her legs up to prop her shoes on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. A long lollipop stem balanced between her lips.

Whoa hold up. Those are some crazy heels you got there lady! It almost looks like there's... guns on her heels? Wait are those seriously gun barrels staring into the bottom corner of the camera??

Her hair is as equally black as her outfit, styled up into the beehive look, a long red ribbon and little golden chain woven in. A few strands frame her face, but the rest falls down her shoulders.. and seemingly... keeps going... but it blends into her catsuit so well it's hard to tell where it necessarily starts and ends.

There is also a very impressive jewelry piece secured to her chest. Gold with a decent-sized red gem. There is most definitely a crescent moon motif happening; the jewelry piece has the shape in it and then the way it's all secure to her chest leaves a crescent shape cut-out in her catsuit. Clearly this is a woman of particular tastes.]

This is a rather curious little situation we find ourselves in, hm?

[She reaches up, plucking the lollipop from her mouth with a white-gloved hand. Watching it as she twirls it between her fingers.]

I'm not so sure I should give those in-charge the pleasure of saying I'm impressed. I was rather pre-occupied before suddenly being...

[She glances back to the camera.]

Here.

[Another pause, looking back to her candy, contemplative. Then pops it back into her mouth, and extends her arms up behind her head, arching her back some to get a good stretch... before settling back into her seat, nudging her glasses back up on her nose a little.]

Besides, thus far this has just been a lot of fuss! Does this government have any regard, what so ever, for our own personal schedules? I suppose that's rhetorical, given the present...

Though I have to ask...

[She reaches over to the coffee table, hand and part of her arm going off screen in order to reach the object of her attention. Soft paper shuffling sounds. Then she leans back into the arm chair, holding up a manilla folder, giving it a gentle wave.]

Am I supposed to be intimidated by the "Big Brother's watching" routine? Please!

[She tosses the folder back to the coffee table with a laugh. It slides on the smooth surface, off screen, and then another paper shuffling sound, a bit more scattered this time. The woman looks over at the sound, mildly surprised.]

Bugger. Ah, Well...

I do hope, at the very least, this proves interesting. My life was rather exciting back home... so I'm really not terribly turned on by these petty squabbles.

[She gives the camera her full attention, instead of the on-again off-again eye contact.]

Nor am I interested in baby-sitting. In the slightest. There were too many young faces back...

[She waves her hand, nonchalantly, eyes less focused on the camera once again.]

… wherever the hell I ended up. A military base. Judging by all the cute little outfits.

[Another sigh. Works on her candy for a bit, thinking. Then, a glint in her eyes.]

Though I will say, at the very least, the vehicles here are quite the sight! By far the most intriguing aspect of this little jaunt. Hovering cars, but with such classic style. I'd love to get my hands on one of those~

[She adjusts her legs, uncrossing and switching which foot is resting on top of the other. Yes, yes those are definitely guns on her shoes. No question. She rotates the lollipop stick hanging form her lips. Another sweets pause.]

Mm... well... If there is anyone out there, who has something even remotely of note to mention about this place... By all means...

[She motions to the camera, to whatever audience she has.]

I've got nothing better to do, apparently.

[Another pause, giving the room a quick glance, arching an eyebrow.]

Except perhaps redecorating. What a horrid lack of style! So bland and dull. Truly reflective of those who brought us here.

[She smirks, removing her lollipop from her mouth one last time in order to press her hand to her lips and blow a kiss at the camera.]

Ciao!

[The feed goes dead.]

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[bindsthedead]

Well, someone has assembled a kind of electronic pamphlet about all the information they don't tell us.

[The face on the screen is young, but not a child... and clearly baffled by Bayonetta's demeanor.]

[wickedkicks]

Oh?

[She glances back to the screen, cocking her head a bit. Hm.]

How would I go about locating this aforementioned pamphlet? I've been in need of some light, bedtime reading...

[bindsthedead]

I'll send it over- it's a file on these devices.

[and here it is!]

As for decoration... Well, we're free to add our own touches. I suppose the idea was to provide us with a blank canvas. [Although in Sabriel's case that mostly translates to 'bookshelves and defensive wards'.]

[wickedkicks]

[Bayonetta adjusts her position on the armchair again; shifting from her current lounging position into a more proper perch on the cushion. She sits up straight, legs crossed at the knee. Her eyes skimmed over the screen, reading.]

My my, this will be quite the read! Thank you, dear.

[This young woman on the other side of the screen must be a serious one. Clearly Bayonetta's cheeky comments won't always be received as intended. Oh well! It was a partial jab.]

Perhaps... But it's not a terribly satisfying first impression.

[bindsthedead]

You might enjoy the swearing-ins, then. [And Sabriel's lips quirk up in a smile.] They're always flashy, and putting so many people with abilities in the same room can have... interesting consequences.

My name is Sabriel- If you have any questions, I'll do what I can to answer them.

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[nakatsu]

are those real guns on your shoes

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[wickedkicks]

Do you need a demonstration?

[nakatsu]

they're real!?! how do you walk on them?!

[wickedkicks]

Confidently ;)

[nakatsu]

it seems pretty unstable to me

[resipiscent]

[Not gonna ask about the guns. Seems like kind of a personal question.

That last comment, though....]

The housing really does leave a lot to be desired at first, huh...?

[wickedkicks]

I should say so!

[She takes the lollipop from her mouth, gesturing to the wall behind her with it.]

Would it kill them to add a splash of color?

[resipiscent]

Heh. Well, I think you're permitted to paint. So all isn't lost.

[wickedkicks]

Permitted or not, this paint job has got to go! Hmm... [She taps her lips wit the candy, pensive] I'll have to find a company to come paint...

[She hesitates, and then frowns slightly.]

Bloody hell... I feel so domestic...

[resipiscent]

[He smiles gently. She sounds frustrated.]

I wasn't used to that kind of thing, either. But making your living space your own is something important, I think.

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[youbastard]

[ The accent Ellie hasn't isn't precisely posh but it's vaguely English of some kind. She kind of looks vaguely amused by how completely unfazed Bayonetta seems by all of this. It's a mildly impressive attitude for someone to have. ]

You'll find out quickly that there's not much babysitting that needs done. Most of the kids here can take care of themselves for the most part. [ Better than some of the adults really, which was sometimes a bit scary and sad. ]

The good thing is you're free to redecorate however you want. Unless you live in the government housing with other people. [ She's glad she doesn't anymore to be honest. ] Then a lot of the space is communal.

[wickedkicks]

Marvelous! That's one less thing to worry about. After all, I'm not terribly fond of playing house...

... Another reason I'm pleased to have all of this dreadfully dull apartment to myself. Living in with a bunch of children on top of that, would have been bloody ridiculous.

[youbastard]

No worries there then. They're mostly good kids at least the ones I've met.

I was pretty lucky with some of the roommates I ended up with, but the constant changing when people left and arrived got a bit old quickly. I was pretty glad to move out to the other housing after a while.

[wickedkicks]

Good or bad, children just are not my cup of tea. Though I suppose if they can manage to keep to themselves, that's the preferable outcome.

[She brushes one of her long red ribbons off her shoulder, a slight smile on her lips.]

Can't say I blame a girl for wanting her own space.

[youbastard]

I'm sure they will if you don't want them around. [ Poor kids. ]

Everyone needs a bit of space especially when they're playing revolving roommate. [ She offers a tiny smile ] Nothing against the people here, I'm just not really good with new people all too often anymore. [ zombie apocalypses do that. ]

[tucky]

[Yeah, 99% of this is going completely over Tiffany's head because she's too busy staring at those shoes. How even. They are so fucking cool.]

Where'd you get those? The--

[She brings up a foot and taps her own boring black boot.]

[wickedkicks]

[Bayonetta smiles, tipping her glasses up a little]

They're custom, dear. Afraid you can't get a pair like these anywhere.

[tucky]

Oh.

[So disappointed.]

Well, are they real, or are they just for show?

[wickedkicks]

They're quite real! I would demonstrate but...

[She gestures around with her lollipop]

I don't want to add structural damage repairs to be to-do list.

[tucky]

Why do you have 'em if you don't use 'em?