Footsteps echo off stone walls for several long moments before there's the sound of someone fumbling with the communicator.

"Tch. It's on again. Stupid thing."

The footsteps continue for several long moments and eventually there's the sound of a wooden door creaking open.

"I hate this place. I want to go home."

[There's sound of something metallic rolling away before the com clicks on. Guess who's wrapped in warmer blankets and looking much better. Gaz yawns a little and opens a bleary golden eye as she cuddles into the blankets a little more. The warm atmosphere of Northern Lights is agreeing with the nearly frozen child.

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[The video flips on to show a lump under a thin blanket somewhere in the church. The lump stirs before rolling over. Gaz is curled up, asleep and shivering. Her skin seems paler then normal  as she pulls the blanket closer around her, hiding her pface, leaving only her purple hair visible. Someone doesn't like the blizzard. Or the lack of food.]

[Is that a foot? That little foot takes up the entire screen for a brief moment before it kicks the communicator. When the video stops spinning, Gaz comes into view. She's sitting at the end of a pew with her game slave in hand. She's oblivious to everything around her as she continues to manipulate the controls with practiced ease.

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[Guess who forgot about her plant and let it die.  Yeah, this girl. All that can be heard is soft muttering before something goes crashing against the wall. Moments later there's the sound of soft footsteps and the communicator being picked up]

I hate this city.

What's with the plant? It's such a stupid gift.

[She's seen peering down at the pot of dirt and it's seedling and frowning as she tilts in a bit as if she's trying to see if there's anything more to it.]

A video game would have been better.

One Year.

What is this. Make it go away. [ Gaz is glaring up at a doorway in the church and the newest decoration. Mistletoe. She knows what happens under it and isn't thrilled that it's everywhere.] I need a flame thrower. NOW. [ooc: Open to anyone in the church. She's not a happy so have fun?]

BZZT!

[Something just got smashed into the wall. Poor communicator.]

Stupid thing. Leave me alone.

[There's the ever familiar sound of someone being shocked and a soft grunt before the communicator is turned on. Two golden eyes glare into the screen as Gaz pulls the communicator away from her face to reveal that she's wandering around the church somewhere.]

Maxwell. Where is Father Anderson.