[Locked to Luceti Residents]

[malnosso]

My dear people of Luceti --

An invasion, all under the guise of a fantasy. What’s been done will not be forgotten. Certainly not by you, and not by the denizens of a dozen other enclosures who suffered similar attacks at the same time. As we speak, programmers and engineers hard at work combing through the barrier’s nuts and bolts. If the Cultists and his Lordship exploited some natural weakness in the dome, they will find it. Patch it up. Curious, isn’t it, that the Count chose yours to invade with his own two feet?

But there are other matters to discuss. I spoke with some of you only a few months ago. Let me announce more completely what I, back then, only intimated. I’m Carol, and I intend to spend some time in our little town. If you like, you can consider my resolve to continue my work here a sign of good faith. I remain unarmed and -- I assure you -- wholly peaceable. In this way, I hope I may have faith in you as well. After all, we are kin in a strange kind of way.

It is my duty -- as well as my pleasure -- to be Luceti’s liaison with the Organization. You must have many questions, concerns, and many many curses. Bring them to me, and we’ll see what can be done. We can talk here. But if any of you find the journals distasteful, you can also come have a seat with me at the sweet little tea shop. I’ll be there for the afternoon.

[As usual, this voiced post has a neatly typed 'written' section as well.

A thread with CJ can be found here.]

Comments

[liaising]

Time, miss. [And then, a little cheekily:] And by cooperating with my own liaison.

[onlyeffie]

{EFFIE GONNA SMACK A BITCH.]

Is that so? [Her sweet twitter comes off parched. She's in no shape to be having this conversation.]

You must be quite old.

[liaising]

[Meanwhile, Carol laughs off the comment with a sweetness as overbearing as it is entirely genuine.] Not terribly, really. But I came here quite young.

...Are you quite alright? You sound ill.

[trinkett]

Effie paused to take a sip of water. Damn those rogue scientists. They'd cost her, she was certain; the Malnosso hadn't swooped in to fish her out of their laboratory. That was surely a sign of hesitation.

"Just a bit of a cold, my dear. I'm really tops right now. How are you feeling, hmm?"

Ready to drop dead yet and free up a position? Hmmm?

[liaising]

"Excited. Nervous. You know how it is, perhaps, with first day jitters...?"

It sounded as though the woman had not a dissembling bone in her body. As though.

[trinkett]

Effie was able to see through that sort of facade. She put it up herself often enough.

This was like sniffing the air and smelling the blood of an old and ancient rival.

"No -- no, I find I always feel calm and confident on the first day of whatever new position I'm embarking upon. Sorry. I don't understand at all."

[liaising]

"Perhaps it's just me, then. It feels like only yesterday I was walking these very paths as a citizen and not a visitor. Have you been here long, miss?"

[trinkett]

"Six months, perhaps. One loses track in such a provincial place."

Also one loses track when one has been a captive war marionette of rogue Malnosso scientists. Effie needs to take another drink of water. Her throat is starting to feel raw and she can taste blood again.

"When were you here?"

[liaising]

"I last lived here...oh -- something like four years ago?" A pause. "We can write, if speaking taxes you."

[trinkett]

"Let me make one thing clear: I am not taxed." Lies. "I feel fine."

[liaising]

"Ah, just so. Perhaps it's simply your natural voice I'm hearing, then."

[trinkett]

A sputter. "NO. Just...a bit hoarse after a speaking engagement. That's all. Is it the business of the liaison to continually ask after our health once we've assured her all is well?!"

[liaising]

"I worry; that's all. I've learned to take great care with the health of my charges."

After all, Carol had been the unlucky liaison assigned to Vaskoth when it had fallen to disease.

[trinkett]

That IS a bummer, Carol.

"Well of course one would." She will never not be irritated with you, Carol, though Effie is careful to keep her hoarse voice light and sociable. "I take great interest in the health and well-being of all around me. I am even organizing a charity for a poor ill child, here!"

She means Aang and her plan to collect wigs for him.

[liaising]

"...Who's ill?"

[trinkett]

"No one you have to worry about, I assure you -- I have it ALL under control!"

[liaising]

"Medicines can be arranged, in some circumstances..."

[onlyeffie]

This would not take medicine. Just wigs. Fancy wigs. And hats. "Please don't trouble yourself. And let ME know if YOU need anything."

Because that might be step one in GETTING YOUR JOB, Carol.

[liaising]

"...I could do with your name."

[ruthlessismore]

"Trinket. Effie Trinket." Double-oh-seven. "A pleasure," she gurgled before taking another emergency sip of water. This throat would never heal at this rate.

[liaising]

"Miss Trinket. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[trinkett]

Oh the fakeness is strong with this one. "The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I insist. My pleasure."