001; [video]

[saw_utopia]

[The transmission begins with a little static. It clears up within a few seconds, revealing a very formally dressed, blonde woman. She seems to be walking cautiously with an occasional glance at her surroundings, fully aware that the fiery red dress slinking over her figure will offer no protection

Comments

1/we shall see

[andvainglorious]

2/grumpiness abound

[andvainglorious]

3/although by 'grumpiness'

[andvainglorious]

4/I really mean 'insanity'

[andvainglorious]

[a_thousandyears]

... Saxon?

[saw_utopia]

[She's still curled up in a dark corner somewhere.]

Lucy Saxon, yes.

[a_thousandyears]

... Know a Harold?

[saw_utopia]

I do. Why do you ask?

You would think Seifer had learned his lesson to stay away from women in slinky dresses by now, but-

[inyourgarden]

See any street signs?

flsdkjf FFFF

[saw_utopia]

A few.

[inyourgarden]

Some names would be good. Unless you were looking forward to spending quality time with the monsters, then by all means don't let me crash the party.

[saw_utopia]

Marshall Street and Ingles Trail, thank you.

[rules_the_north]

[Only heard a little part of this, being distracted otherwise.]

Saxony?

[saw_utopia]

... Saxon.

English

[rules_the_north]

[Giving the screen a look.]

Wh're from?

English

[saw_utopia]

[Oh dear God what is that accent.]

The United Kingdom--England.

[dreamgranter]

Oh. You're his wife, aren't you?

[saw_utopia]

[Feigning ignorance. :Dd] Whose wife?

[dreamgranter]

[... yes, you're definitely his wife. :|] The one who calls himself Harold Saxon.

[saw_utopia]

... Yes.