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001 :: Video
[ She'd been paying attention as much as she could when the kedan explain the console to her, but part of her had thought that it couldn't possibly be that difficult. All you have to do is hit the button. Easy. Right?
She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]
Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.
She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]
I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.
[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.
Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]
We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?
[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.
A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]
Okay-bye.
[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.
It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.
Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]
She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]
Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.
She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]
I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.
[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.
Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]
We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?
[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.
A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]
Okay-bye.
[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.
It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.
Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]
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She brightens instantly. ]
Okay!
So... [ She leans against the console with her elbows, her hands out of sight just in case. ]
What's your name?
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Billy Costigan. You?
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[ OUCH. Elle chuckles. ] You're a private guy, I can respect that. Me, though? I'm an open book. You can ask me anything. [ And see how fast she lies. ]
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[Nothing comes to mind immediately.]
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You... don't want to ask me anything?
[ What sort of bullshit is that? Nothing? Nothing at all? She's interesting enough to warrant questions, guy-with-money. NOTHING? ]
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[He's used to not invading peoples' privacy.]
Uh.. What did you do before you came here?
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I was an agent! Kind of like the CIA, only way cooler.
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What kind of agent?
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[ Had she stuttered or something. ]
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With what agency?
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But I'll tell you this. The world totally owes us. We've saved it, like, so many times.
[ They must have. The Company's done a lot. At some point, Elle's sure they stopped the planet from blowing up or something. ]
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Fine.
What about the money?
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WO-3C.
[ It occurs to her that this means he'll see her in person, and she starts mentally compiling a list of things she needs to do beforehand to make herself more presentable. ]
video; action spam or handwave/assume?
Handwave sounds good!
Cool. Thanks.