} 024 - [TEXT] - Private to Adam (fake-warden creeper Adam, not Adam Monroe)

[creatingalegacy]

We need to talk. Face-to face.

Now.

Comments

Private

[hopeless_hacker]

Something up, Amanda?

Private - I figure we can just spam here

[creatingalegacy]

It's something, alright.

Meet me on deck in ten minutes or I'll find you myself.

Spam - we can!

[hopeless_hacker]

[Well, he might as well go. He's already become aware that he's losing control - small flickers in his physical form, a sense of something slipping in the back of his mind - but he's got no reason to think Amanda knows why he'd be reluctant to go up on deck. This once, with her, he can risk it. So in ten minutes he's emerging onto the deck, hands in pockets, casual as anything.]

Spam

[creatingalegacy]

[As Adam approaches, Amanda fixes him with a hard stare...and she does not look pleased. Not in the least.]

You know what it is that I do, don't you? Of course you do. Everyone does.

[She's working up to the accusation, seeing if she can catch him off-guard.]