‡6th Treasure‡ video;

[totallytrustworthy]

Hello again, Esilium. Long time no talk-- [Chloe's looking under the weather in terms of wear and tear only; her bright eyes actually bright today for a change. For the first time in months, as a matter of fact.] good god does it feel good to be free again. Never thought I'd be saying those words, but there you have it.

And don't worry, no more lectures on this end. No more daily mutineering announcements: I can catch up on what I missed in lock up by scrolling though the network on my own and I've got a more important issue that needs addressing first. [There's a brief pause before she adds, gently as possible:] Obviously anyone that wants to talk shop about what went down is welcome to, of course. Just-- you know. We're on the fast track to recovery around here from what it looks like, so I'm not about to force anything else down anyone's throats as long as that remains the case.

Thanks, by the way, for not unanimously voting for throwing us all out the airlock. [Nice to know not everyone wants them done in or worse.]


Right, though, to the point. I need someone willing and capable of doing tattoo work. Good tattoo work.

In this case I'm even willing to consider the magical sort so long as nothing additional goes along with it. Not really a fan of curses and poisoned apple nonsense.


Additional text addressed to Vanozza:

not sure if I should be thanking you for this or asking why you of all people are signing up to look after someone like me right now

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[givetheslip]

[She sighs.]

I'm no stranger to war. I've risked my life in battle. But at least when I was a soldier, I believed my superiors knew what they were doing—and I had a hand in my own fate.

[totallytrustworthy]

Never had that, really. The whole soldier's perspective deal-- not until now, anyway.

I'm more accustomed to managing myself.

[givetheslip]

Shortly before I was taken, I'd begun to do just that. I actually wondered if it wasn't so bad—I had little idea of where I wanted to go, and less of what I wanted to do. This madness seemed as good an option as any. Then.

[totallytrustworthy]

Short term plans, long term goals. It's simple. Easy. Or it's supposed to be, anyway, though things rarely ever pan out the way we'd like. Case in point: [Chloe motions down towards the monitor.]

Most of it depends on the freedom to roam, though. Sort of an impossibility in this world.

[givetheslip]

Simpler for some, maybe.

[She'll allow that that's possible. But for herself, it's hard to imagine things ever being simple again.]

Is there a place you'd like to roam, if you could?

[totallytrustworthy]

Where wouldn't I like to be right now? [Still, she sits for a moment before adding, sincerely:] Paris, though. This time of year. Not much I wouldn't give to be out there in the heart of it.

[givetheslip]

Really? It must be very different in your time than mine. I can't think of a great deal special about it as I remember.

[totallytrustworthy]

What, nothing at all? Come on, the Notre Dame, the view of the Seine-- you can't tell me that didn't exist back then.

ty for making me look stuff up on Wikipedia

[givetheslip]

I've no idea what that first one is, and the Seine is just a river. Are people fond of the landscape in your time?

you're so welcome I do it because I care UvU

[totallytrustworthy]

[Oh dear god she looks like she's just been shot.] Of course they are when it's that gorgeous. Jesus Christ, darling, remind me to take you along for a ride the next time they let us run wild through time.

You need to see it.

sobs brokenly at historically-based canons

[givetheslip]

I'm not sure I believe it, but please do. It would be nice to get away for a while.

[Even if they're fundamentally still trapped.]

I'd offer the same for you, but there's nothing very interesting about Leicestershire, and the actual place I was taken from was at war. [Not exactly a tourist hot spot.]

[totallytrustworthy]

That's all right, I've been to more than enough ren faires for one lifetime, thank you very much.

[givetheslip]

To....what faires?

[totallytrustworthy]

Renaissance faires. Bunch of modern nerds pretend there's no such thing as cars or television sets or proper toilets and run about in costumes from the 1400s or Lord of the Rings.

[givetheslip]

[Have a shocked stare and silence for a little while as Maria works this out, Chloe, because what.]

Why in the world would they want to shun their own technological advances? The toiletry is one of the better things we have here, if you ask me.

[totallytrustworthy]

Not a clue. Something to do with misplaced romanticism and a few too many cartoons, but I'm no expert.

Probably best if you ask them about it yourself.

[givetheslip]

I'm not sure I want to know.

[Except she kind of does.]

Dare I ask how they portray knights and combat?

[totallytrustworthy]

Like children-- slow, ungraceful, possibly inebriated children.

[givetheslip]

[INDIGNANT HUFF.]

That's positively insulting.

[totallytrustworthy]

That's ren faires.

[YOU'RE WELCOME.]

[givetheslip]

[Ugh.]

If we should ever have the opportunity to travel to a time and place with such a faire, I'd very much like to pay it a visit and show them how a real knight fights.

[Not that she was one. But she should have been and would have been were it not for her sex and Robert's death. Hmmph.]

[totallytrustworthy]

I'm sure they'd appreciate that. Probably even ask for your autograph. [Or your hand in marriage....]

[givetheslip]

[Noooooo]

I can think of a few other things I'd give them.