PRIVATE ☏ VIDEO TO DUMAGE MOULET | THURSDAY EVENING

[socialgraces]

[She uses the video chat option on their cell phones, realizing Dumage might not trust that it was Francesca, back from the dead, just from the sound of her voice. She certainly doesn't look her best, but at this point, she really doesn't care. She'll just curl up on the couch in her room, take a deep breath (because this is like most dramatic/awkward/intimidating/terrible/unpredictable news to give someone, and it's tying her stomach up in emotional knots. That's on top of the ones already embedded in her abdomen from the last two days. She makes quick to press the 'Call' option on the touch screen before she hesitates any longer.

When (and if) Dumage pops onto the screen, Francesca just gives her a small, very exhausted smile.]

Hi.

Comments

[socialgraces]

Well, just imagine how bored you are currently, and it's definitely worse than that.

[postergirl]

Maybe you should consider a vacation.

[socialgraces]

I'll consider it, but I don't see it happening. Unless you have some spectacular get-away suggestions.

[postergirl]

I hear Fiji is nice.

[socialgraces]

I'll keep that in mind. A vacation all by myself. How... uplifting. [Yes she's being sarcastic.] I think some people might be offended if I left the grounds right now anyway.

[postergirl]

Who cares what they think? They'll get over it.

[socialgraces]

I wish it was that simple. [She mumbles it out, sighing in frustration at herself.] I just need to relax and it'll be fine here. I'll survive, at the very least.

[postergirl]

Hmm. Not if Wynn has anything to say about it, it seems.

[socialgraces]

[She roles her eyes.] Come on now. I'm not taking it personally.

[postergirl]

Maybe that's the problem. When death can become something impersonal.

[socialgraces]

Like you said, we do this every day. We know what we're getting ourselves into.

[postergirl]

And he's been doing this for how many years, and couldn't have anticipated needing more assistance on the mission?

[socialgraces]

You're right. It could have played out better had we been more prepared. But that's easy to say now.

Besides, I had my reservations about this mission to begin with, and I went regardless. It's my own fault as much as anyone's.

[postergirl]

You had orders.

[socialgraces]

Yes, well, I can't change any of it now. I'm just trying to move on, whatever that may entail.

[postergirl]

... Of course.

I would suggest alcohol.

[socialgraces]

I will probably take that suggestion. Lock myself away somewhere and drink away my sorrows. [Her tone is slightly lighter than her words imply.]

[postergirl]

I could always send you something particularly exotic from the streets of New Orleans.

[socialgraces]

I appreciate the offer, but if I can't find something to adequately do the job here in the castle, I have a real problem.

[postergirl]

I was aiming higher than "adequately".

[socialgraces]

Well, last time I drank a little too much I made a fool of myself, letting my emotions get the best of me. I'm afraid it would be even worse this time around, given everything.

[postergirl]

Well, in that case, you need to make certain all other parties around as just as intoxicated, so they won't remember.

[socialgraces]

I'll have to work on finding a drinking buddy then. And you make sure to stay out of harm's way. [She doesn't want it to get all super serious, but she wanted to express her concern at some point during this conversation.]

[postergirl]

I always do.