vial #4 [video]
[The video transmission is turned on just as the communicator is placed on a table. It focuses on what seems to be a very happy family: Cain Hargreaves sitting down on a high-backed chair, with his sister Mary Weather to his side, and his butler Riff standing behind him. Mary smiles brightly, in contrast to Cain’s polite smile and Riff’s neutral expression. The Earl speaks up first.]
Good afternoon, Death City. For those who do not know me, my name is Cain Hargreaves and I would like to welcome you all to your new home. [He bows his head slightly.] But this message is not about me... this is about my sister, Mary Weather Hargreaves, who was recently brought to this strange city like many of you have been.
[Mary curtsies at the camera.] Pleased to make your acquaintance! [Cain glances at her before turning his attention to the video transmission; his pride in his little sister is very much visible, even though he tries to tone it down.]
I realize that she has already made some new friends, being the clever girl that she is. [He has been stalking watching you. All of you.] But socializing isn’t everything. Mary Weather needs to continue her education in this world, so my purpose with this message is to find suitable tutors--
[Tutors? Mary looks a bit like someone just stepped on her toe] Cain! [She turns to Cain with clenched fists raised to her chest, giving Cain big, round eyes.] Do I really need tutors here too?
[Cain gives her a stern look, but it’s obvious it’s not nearly as stern as it should have been.] Yes, Mary, you do, but now is not the time to talk about this. We will discuss this matter later. [Ignoring Mary’s powerful pout + sulk combo, he turns to the camera once again.] If you were a tutor or a teacher in your world, and believe you would be suitable for this position, please contact me or Riff, and we will schedule an interview.
[Riff takes that as his cue and bows slightly at the camera, before walking up to it and turning the video transmission off.]
[Filtered to Watson | video]
[This filtered message comes a bit later, when Cain has excused himself away from Riff and Mary Weather. His expression is completely different from the previous video transmission: he looks serious and almost... sad.]
I need to talk to you in private, sir. Using the communicator will suffice, but Mary must not know about this.
((ooc: Green text is Cain speaking, pink text is for Mary! ...now with less HTML fail. Hopefully.))
Good afternoon, Death City. For those who do not know me, my name is Cain Hargreaves and I would like to welcome you all to your new home. [He bows his head slightly.] But this message is not about me... this is about my sister, Mary Weather Hargreaves, who was recently brought to this strange city like many of you have been.
[Mary curtsies at the camera.] Pleased to make your acquaintance! [Cain glances at her before turning his attention to the video transmission; his pride in his little sister is very much visible, even though he tries to tone it down.]
I realize that she has already made some new friends, being the clever girl that she is. [He has been stalking watching you. All of you.] But socializing isn’t everything. Mary Weather needs to continue her education in this world, so my purpose with this message is to find suitable tutors--
[Tutors? Mary looks a bit like someone just stepped on her toe] Cain! [She turns to Cain with clenched fists raised to her chest, giving Cain big, round eyes.] Do I really need tutors here too?
[Cain gives her a stern look, but it’s obvious it’s not nearly as stern as it should have been.] Yes, Mary, you do, but now is not the time to talk about this. We will discuss this matter later. [Ignoring Mary’s powerful pout + sulk combo, he turns to the camera once again.] If you were a tutor or a teacher in your world, and believe you would be suitable for this position, please contact me or Riff, and we will schedule an interview.
[Riff takes that as his cue and bows slightly at the camera, before walking up to it and turning the video transmission off.]
[Filtered to Watson | video]
[This filtered message comes a bit later, when Cain has excused himself away from Riff and Mary Weather. His expression is completely different from the previous video transmission: he looks serious and almost... sad.]
I need to talk to you in private, sir. Using the communicator will suffice, but Mary must not know about this.
((ooc: Green text is Cain speaking, pink text is for Mary! ...now with less HTML fail. Hopefully.))