1st Video

[ella_of_frell]

[ When the NV turns on, Ella isn't really paying attention to it - though her intention might have been to use it, that thought is derailed by the chatter of several others nearby. ]

No - no no, I don't need - Excuse, me could you please stop pushing baskets at me, I don't want your brochures. Really, I appreciate it but - [ They are totally not listening. ]

No, thank you that's kind of you but could you just ... take... these -- but I - [ Yea, Ella, keep trying to talk over the company representatives. With a clatter, she drops the NV, and it now shows a crooked image of Ella with her arms full of baskets from AGI and SERO both, looking a bit lost, frustrated, and confused. Yet she perseveres! ]

I'm just trying to say - this is really too much so - oh! [ Aaand the bundle of baskets in her arms abruptly topple over when she loses her grip, tumbling onto the floor, papers scattering everywhere. Those representatives? Totally off to harass another newcomer. Help her? That's silly. ]

Could you h- oh, no, of course not, yeah, no walk away, that's just great... thanks. No, thank you,I've got it, not that you were lifting a finger to help or anything...

[ Sighing, Ella kneels to gather up what was foisted into her arms, though she catches sight of the NV recording. ]

... Is it always this...chaotic?

[ Maybe she can give this stuff to someone else. What she really needed was warmer clothing. ]

Comments

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[ella_of_frell]

Feet, inches, miles, yards -- do you have those measurements of distance in this era?

A little, yes. [ She hadn't decided on anything yet. ]

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[servingmichael]

It doesn't matter the era, I know the unit of measure. This island is about seventy-one square miles, although the underground caverns and mall make it larger.

[That didn't bother him - Chuck could probably talk her into it.]

Good.

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[ella_of_frell]

[ Plenty of places to go to avoid Hattie then. ]

That's not too bad. More of a chance of running into her in that underground mall, actually. [ Especially since the only clothing she had was what she was wearing. But it wouldn't be the first time she went to a gallery and had to avoid Hattie. She could lose her in the crowd, easy! ..maybe. ]

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[servingmichael]

[Plenty.]

What would she be likely to do, if you did?

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[ella_of_frell]

Well... [ Haha, if what Eponine said was accurate, drag Ella back home and force her to be a maid. ]

Probably complain and moan at me. Seems to be her default, for such a spoiled brat.

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[servingmichael]

Would she hurt you?

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[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella doesn't really think much on it before answering. ]

I think she'd be sorry if she tried. [ Or Ella would, if Hattie went sapphire-form in response to Ella hitting her back or something. ]

But no, she wouldn't. [ ... probably. Hitting the help wasn't exactly unthinkable with Hattie, or her mother. ]

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[servingmichael]

[One brow lifts, studying her.]

I would say she likely would.

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[ella_of_frell]

You needn't concern yourself with her anyway. [ Waving off the concern. If Hattie tried treating Ella the way Eponine did, where people could see, it would be bloody. Unfortunately Hattie was more clever than that. ]

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[servingmichael]

I'm not - I'm concerning myself with you.

[His loyalty to Michael, to following what Michael asked of him, ran deep.]

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[ella_of_frell]

Okay - well, you don't have to do that either. I'll manage just fine. [ More than likely anyway. Not that she could do anything if the command curse kicked in. But she liked to retain her independence where she could anyway. ]

Thank you though.

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[servingmichael]

I know I don't have to.

[But he was willing to.]

You're welcome.