[ Visual ] Reconnecting and a little Advertising

[faderbroderson]

Godric is slouched in a chair in his living room, looking out the window. He seems melancholy, but it's difficult to say if he's truly having a bout of depression or if he's only being reflective. Such is often the case with Godric. After a couple of seconds, he turns his full attention to the tablet.

"I'm afraid I haven't been very social of late," he starts off casually, "but I've noticed we have a number of new faces. I thought I should mention that I run a staffing agency here, for anyone who may be in need of a job but is unsure where to look. I also own a hotel, the Hotel Carmilla. I've converted it into something of a getaway, with free room service and access to the pool and spa. There are masseuses, manicurists, essentially everything one needs to feel pampered. Should anyone be interested, there's always an Extra at the front desk to check you in."

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands.

"For those of you who know me, how are you getting on?" A little smile steals over his face. "I think I owe a number of you belated thanks for your thoughtful Christmas gifts."

Kaylee might notice that his couch, which can just be seen in the background, now sports a lovely white slipcover, and the scarf she got for him is hanging over the back. He pauses, and then says in halting Chinese, "River, little admiral. How are you?"

His pronunciation isn't the best, but passable enough to be understandable. He could use some practical conversation.

016: When It All Goes Wrong Again [Visual]

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It was obvious that something was wrong from the moment that DG switched on her tablet. She was caught somewhere between distress and anger and, although the latter seemed to be winning out at the moment, it could still go either way.

"Glitch has been glitched," she said, speaking with all the bluntness of a person who was too worried about a particular someone to worry about offending anybody else. Her hands bunched into helpless, furious fists at her sides. "Those twisted hamsters have made him forget everything. He doesn't even know his name!"

If she had been a different sort of person, DG might have been overwhelmed by the enormity of that announcement. But she wasn't that sort of person. At the moment, she didn't know what she could do, but she knew that she was going to do something. She was going to get Glitch back if she had to hunt down every last one of those furry monsters.

She had to pause for a moment before continuing, fighting to compose herself. There wasn't time to get upset. Glitch was still out there somewhere.

"I'm going to need some help," she managed, "He doesn't want to listen to me. He's going to get himself into trouble."

That was a fact. The problem was that DG didn't realise just how much trouble Glitch was in. She had no idea that the hamsters weren't responsible for his current condition.

"... Cain? Can you meet me at the workshop?"