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[JUNK. It's everywhere and getting shoved and pushed aside as Rita digs through it, muttering.]

Those...cursed coins from a week ago reminded me...Can't believe I forgot...Argh, where the hell is it?

[The camera moves around, coming into focus on not only the study but a pile of books and papers that get tossed on the floor. Whatever, they're not hers.]

Ugh! This is what happens when you put stuff away instead of leaving it out somewhere in plain sight! ...Oh yeah, so anyway...Did anyone ever find out if those lame curse tokens actually worked? I had one somewhere...Oh, whatever. This is a waste of time on something that's useless, anyway!

[It's not like it would do any good if she didn't realize she was cursed, after all. After one final sigh, Rita decides she's had enough and starts to leave when a pile of research catches her eye. It's Leon's, left untouched for a while. After eyeing it thoughtfully for a second...Rita kicks it all onto the floor.]

Whoops. Not here, either.

[The sincerity in her voice is lacking, to put it mildly. And with that, the video ends.]

[ooc: Yep, she did that on purpose. Although she knows it's pretty likely Leon's left again, she figured if anything would make him pop out from hiding somewhere, that'd be it.]

::malfunctioned private filter-->public::
[It's a gruesome scene: a person, shuddering uncontrollably and on the verge of death while hooked up to a strange machine. Rita hovers nearby and is lacking any kind of care for her failing and whimpering subject.]

Stop whining, already. It's not like the pain's going to stop. Ah-

[The blastia core she's fiddling with emits a bright burst of light; simultaneously, the human battery spasms violently, coughs foamy blood, then goes still. The light persists for a few seconds before it, too, fades. Rita doesn't even blink, a curious gleam in her eyes.]

Hm, that wasn't bad--Subject number 0027 lasted 36 hours with output increased by 13 percent. Shortening the duration definitely gives an increase in power, just as expected. Possible relationship to subject age; should run tests on subjects under 10 years.

[She distractedly mutters the conclusion to the device, then nods to herself.]

Time to dispose of this thing and start on the next one.

::filtered to Raven//hackable::

You're way overdue for maintenance, Schwann. I suggest you come by at some point if you know what's good for you.

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She's not looking...Now's my chance!

Ahem...If there are any dashing heroes out there who feel like rescuing poor little me from a cruel tyrant, I'm waiting! Yes, I'm in the clutches of an evil, abusive witch. She makes me work nonstop, for days at a time, until I just can't go on...She thinks slapping a little duct tape on me will make everything better...and I have burns in places you wouldn't believe!

No, I think she's returning--Will someone not come save us? Leon, dear? You're always trying to help us, aren't you? Ah-

There you are! The mixture's boiling and the voltage is steady, so it's your turn...Now where'd I put that blowtorch?

[ooc: Cursed with If These Walls Could Talk. Rita's tools and equipment are crying for help! Don't you feel sorry for them? ): Italics = tool, regular text is Rita.]

W-what the hell is this supposed to be?!

[It's Rita again, in the middle of the night--surrounded by scattered papers, books, and all manner of junk. She's holding up a fistful of papers and flipping through them furiously. Each one is written in a different language, all of which are foreign to her.]

Damnit--when he said harder to read--I didn't think it'd be like this! I can't even use these! What a useless waste of time...

Argh. At least these are salvageable. Still could've been gentler...He sure wasn't kidding.

[The last part is in reference to the junk, which is all a bit battered and broken but probably fixable with effort.]

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