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[ghostling]

[At first the camera is focused on an empty chair but after a moment a hand made of shifting red and purple energy with black bones and stars encased in it grabs the back of the chair and pulls it out.  Soon Ghost, or as a few have come to know her as "Ciara", settles into the chair.  She doesn't look any different.  Well, aside from the fact that her uniform has a boob window and her expression is more friendly than usual.  In fact, she flashes an easy smile before speaking.]

This is certainly unexpected.  But that seems t'be the way of things here.  I seem to have some vague memories of bein' here befo', younger me.  Probably told y'all to call me Ghost or Ciara.  [She gives a soft laugh and shakes her head.]  Ne'er was so quick to trust back then.

In any case, allow me to properly introduce m'self.  Name's Dalila Galloway or Ghost if you prefer.  [Another smile.]

Anyway, onto the real reason for this.  Despite havin' memories of this place I'm findin' m'self a li'l lost.  Is there someone who would be a dear and show me around?

Comments

[strategic_guile]

That sounds like you have a sense of fashion to me, even if it isn't the mainstream.

[ghostling]

Mos' wouldn' call it fashion though. Jus' me lookin' lazy. [But she at least tries to go with colours that look good together rather than just haphazardly throwing some clothes on.]

[strategic_guile]

A matter of different tastes.

[ghostling]

Yeah. [She nods.]

I take it you're a bit mo' fashion conscious though?

[strategic_guile]

It comes with the job, so yes. [Hand smooths down his front, over his shirt.] If you look like the best dressed, they think you're the boss.

[ghostling]

Please don' tell me you're a politician. If y'are I'm so out of here.

[strategic_guile]

[He blinks at her, and then he laughs.] Jesus, no.

[ghostling]

[She laughs, looking relieved.] Good, because you'd instantly becoming unattractive.

[strategic_guile]

Well, I'd certainly hate for you to find me unattractive.

[ghostling]

That would be a shame.

[strategic_guile]

[More obvious smoothing and preening here, but then he laughs.] Well, back on the subject.

How about I show you a few places further from the Hold to eat at?

[ghostling]

[She lets out a soft snicker at his preening.] That sounds lovely.

[strategic_guile]

[Good, because he offers her his arm and a playful smile] Then let us go.

[ghostling]

[She takes his arm.] Lead on.