malnosso: (The Intern)
G-Good morning, Luceti. For those of you wh-who are new here, my n-n-name is Molly.

I have been living in the enclosure f-f-for a f-few months now. As of my last m-message on this network, I t-told you all I would b-be serving in a new capacity.

[ Referring, of course, to this post. ]

Once again, a-anyone who w-wishes to trade inform-m-mation with me may do so. T-Today, I will be in the clothing s-s-store all day. I will answer a-any questions y-y-you might like to ask me, up t-to a point.

Anyone wh-who wishes to trade information m-may do so. Information th-that can be traded i-i-is limited t-to anything you have learned wh-while on a mission outside o-o-of the enclosure. Information I possess w-will be your reward in t-t-turn. The terms of this exchange a-a-a-are non-negotiable.

[ The message ends there. True to her word, Molly will be in the clothing store all day, sitting on a chair that was not there before in the corner. When not talking to someone, she will be found reading a book and generally keeping to herself. She will not speak to anyone unless approached. Lucetians may reply to this post via video, go see her in an action thread, or, of course, do both. ]
malnosso: (The Intern)
[ The message is locked to Luceti residents. It's a unique sort of filter rarely, if ever, seen on the residential journal system.

But, Luceti, you have a new resident. She switches on the video function, and somehow manages to look fairly calm. Those who assisted in her dramatic rescue attempt will perhaps recognize some of the changes about her; there are faint scars around her wrists and neck, noticeable only to the sharp-eyed or those who would know where to look. There is, however, one far more significant thing of note about her appearance: her wings. They are not as small as those of the residents, but they're not quite so big as the full-sized wings Lucetians might be used to seeing on those from outside the enclosure. They're a somewhat awkward medium size, and when she adjusts them with a sharp flap, a few feathers flutter away. They look strangely unkempt considering her otherwise neat appearance.

She sits at a table, the journal propped up to give a clear view of her, in a nondescript location. When she speaks, it's very different - those familiar with her unique style of speech will probably be surprised to hear the very slow, very clear, and very deliberate manner of her speech. Pronouncing words as slowly and clearly as she is may or may not be more irritating than her previous severely pronounced stutter. ]


Hello, Luceti. M-My name is Molly. I d-don't know which of you s-s-still recall who I am.

[ It's been a long time since her introduction almost two years ago, now. So dark, so bleak. She was so young, so scared. She feels so much older, now. Worlds older. ]

I must thank those of you wh-who c-c-came to get me. It was ap-p-p-- [ … ] I am grateful.

You must b-be wondering what I'm d-doing here. This m-may come as a surprise to many of you, b-but from this day forward I w-will be living am-m-mongst you in the enclosure.

[ This won't be the first time such an arrangement has occurred. But it certainly is under very different circumstances. ]

I c-cannot tell you wh-where, for my own safety. [ Her voice is carefully neutral, though it frosts on the outside edges, and her expression is not kind. ] But every so often, you w-will find me in a sh-shop in the central square. The c-c-clothes shop, t-to be exact. Wh-while I am there, I will b-be willing to talk t-to anyone who w-w-wishes to speak to me, a-a-a-- [ A breath. ] And answer your questions.

Those of you wh-who wish m-m-may bring me information you g-gather on your excursions outside of the enclosure. Those who d-do will b-be rewarded with information in exchange.

[ She lowers her eyes. Her hands twitch, briefly, as if she might raise them but thinks better of it at the last moment. She adjusts her head, moving her neck just so -- as if some phantom feeling were there, causing her discomfort.

But the moment passes, and she looks into the camera again. ]


I w-will t-take your questions now, if you have any.
malnosso: (The Eccentric)
Goodness, this is certainly quite a mess. All this fighting! It's a good thing these things are all quite harmless and incapable of killing or this would have got nasty quite quick. Well, I suppose that's what I get for attending other things, aha. Now I know how the Great One felt when I bungled one of his Shifts when I was a young lad. In any case, Molly? Be a dear and come over here if you will.

( In which Molly says something that Bil thinks is silly. )

Now then, I urge you not to be too hard on the poor girl. I bear a bit of the responsibility myself. We'll have this all cleared up in no time. Now then... in any case, since I have your attention.

I must congratulate you all! Intentionally allowing yourself to lose on the draft was a stroke of brilliance. I must commend you Sir Albert, as I am sure it was your brilliant idea. After having won so many battles with my assistance, it certainly did the Commandant no favors to have you defeated so utterly spectacularly. Astonishing, really. I am ashamed that I hadn't thought of it myself.

In any case, this is a stroke of luck for all of you. I've arranged for some of my people still loyal to me to set up a special program where you might prove your usefulness to the Malnosso as being more than test subjects or soldiers. You will, of course, be rewarded for your efforts. This is rather excellent timing, seeing as my ability to smuggle in additional resources inside the enclosure has, quite sadly, been severely limited. I'll no longer be able to take any requests, I'm afraid. Of course, I realize this all sounds a bit suspect, but I do urge you to give it some consideration when it comes up!

Ahem, but that's all I can say on that. Mum's the word and all that.

[Note: Please specify your responses to Molly or to Bil in the subject, thank you!]

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