001 {video}

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[The first few second of video is an awkwardly angled shot of a very tired, very pretty blonde woman, clearly trying to work through how to use her damn phone. She looks like she's recently been through the wringer, face a mess of healing scrapes and a few shadowy bruises. So, she's just not here for any kinda crap today, phone. Behave.]

Oh lord, I’ve never been good at this computer stuff. What is- oh, eeugh.

[Sookie finally gets a good look at herself in the camera, and that angle is doing nothing for her, yikes. She takes a moment to adjust the angle, until she’s satisfied that she looks actually presentable to strangers and not a damn mess like she’s been for the past week.]

I’m Sookie, ah, Sookie Stackhouse. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so scattered, I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, if you can understand. [She frowns, a little embarrassed at herself. Get a grip, Sook, it’s just a camera.] Ah, so, I’d really really like to know about churches around anywhere? I’m Methodist, but I’m no stranger to a Baptist service, or any of those big nondenominational-

[And then for just a moment, the Fellowship of the Sun flashes across her mind’s eye, and her stomach lurches. No. No megachurches.]

Actually, no, just small congregations are fine for me.

Also, they're telling me that I've got to be on some TV show called, ah.....[She takes a moment to look at something scribbled onto her palm.] Virginia Lakeshore? Anyone know anything about that? How would I wiggle my way out of that, exactly?

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[instars]

So you'll have to quit.

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I'm not showing anyone my boobs.

[instars]

It's just fat.

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They sure are, and no one's gonna get to see them.

[Unless, you know, it's a one on one thing, but that's not even in the realm of possibility in the near future. Ugh.]

[instars]

You know Sam.

[She can stalk like the best of them. Also, staying on topic: not always her thing.]

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[Oh my god, what's going on? Who are you?]

Wh-yes?

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I invested in his place.

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What? What place?

[Look, lady, whoever you are you're just consistently talking nonsense.]

I'm sorry, what does this have to do with the first thing?

[instars]

His restaurant.

It doesn't.

[Sookie please.]

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[Lord grant her the strength to not lose her shit.]

No? He opened the bar all on his own, he didn't have investors. Not like there's the money for investors in town, anyway.

[instars]

I wasn't aware you were perfectly comfortable telling me about the state of my bank account.

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I....didn't. [She huffs, dangerously close to her last nerve. See, look, it's right there next to the mole on her arm.] I'm sorry, do I know you?

[instars]

Well, it says I invested in Sam Merlotte.

No. You don't know me. I'm Saya.

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Alright, I'm sorry, I think there's some serious confusion here.

[That, or she's taking some kind of crazy pills.]

You're talking about his bar, Merlotte's right? In Bon Temps?

[instars]

No. Here.

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[Squint.]

He's....[She holds up a finger. Okay, wait a hot second.] Exactly how long's he been here?

[instars]

Four months? Five?