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[The screen is focused on Rita, who is approaching along the beach from several dozen feet away. The communicator itself is sitting pretty on the doorstep of the beach house, like a puppy waiting for its owner. Or not.

However, Rita herself is covered in smudges of dirt from head to toe. It appears she's been out all night, doing...something. As she notices the device, she glares at it.]

Again? This isn't even a surprise anymore.

[That's all she says to it as she rather angrily and forcefully punches the buttons to turn it off, heading inside the house.

ooc: Backdated to very early morning! Following this, she got a bit worried. Someone has dug up Estelle's "grave" and having found nothing, is both pissed off and somewhat relieved. And may also seem slightly suspicious, but she swears she doesn't have a brain slug.

Also, off to work soon, so replies will come in a few hours.]

( text; future )

[The device is on, though she's just quiet and contemplative for a moment after writing her thoughts out.]

Isn't it kind of odd to write about the future in a place where time doesn't really pass? Not as we normally know it, anyway.

[Another long pause. Replacing one convenient technology with another may just be the same as replacing one problem with another. Will it all just happen all over again?

Rita looks like she really wants to say something as she fidgets a bit, but even after what she wrote, there are some things she doesn't want to face right away, either. Eventually, she sighs and glares at the device as though it's at fault, then ends the feed.]

I swear, each curse that happens just keeps getting dumber! When they're not making us do lame things like sticking notes everywhere, they turn everyone into idiots. Nobody would seriously spend money for a date if they were normal, and especially not on stubborn, grumpy jerks. Just for the record, I have absolutely no interest in that kind of thing anyway, no matter what that stupid curse made me bet!

...

...By the way, Old Man, I gave you to Natalia for free. So you'll be doing some chores for her when she needs it.

[The video feed is taking place in the study of the beach house, but if one views the timestamp in the corner, they'll realize this recording is from earlier today--11:31 am, to be exact.

As for the study itself, it looks like a tornado hit: Random books, papers, tools, and pieces of equipment are scattered everywhere (including but not limited to batteries, wires, light bulbs, screwdrivers, magnets, glass jars, pliers, a stun gun, and a half-eaten croissant--oh, that must have been breakfast).

Rita herself is approaching the device, which is standing on a table unnoticed. She rifles through the mess on the table, shoving several books to the floor...some of which might just look familiar to Leon. A few papers, a thermometer, and a glass rod are all dug out from the catastrophe, and Rita takes them to a semi-clear spot in the middle of the room. Her back is to the device, so it's hard to tell exactly what she's doing, but the sounds of tinkering can be heard in addition to the excited or frustrated noises she doesn't even realize she's making.

There is a skip in the feed and the timestamp now reads 1:18 pm. There are small flashes of light and little zaps coming from Rita's still-occupied spot on the floor. Once that stops, she tosses the stun gun to the side, then grabs the pliers and screwdriver. Her voice can now be heard softly.]

There we go. You're almost good as new, see? I told you I'd fix you right up--nothing to worry about. I'm not mad...you did the best you could. It's my fault for pushing you when you weren't up to it...There, doesn't that feel better?

[A person? A pet? Not exactly. Once Rita puts down the tools, she picks up a small piece of golden jewelry set with a red gem. Those from Terca Lumireis or to whom she's spoken about it will recognize it as her blastia. Not only that, but Rita is smiling warmly while she gives the surface a light pet.]

Yeah, I thought so. You look a lot better now. Ready for a little workout?

[Not bothering to move to somewhere more suited as a testing ground, Rita stands up, fastens the blastia around her neck, then starts casting a spell. Most of it is muffled aside from the final two words, Tractor Beam. Lightly glowing rings appear surrounding an approximately five-foot-wide area, rising up--and carrying all the junk on the floor within the circle into the air with them. It all climbs about six feet in the air, at which point the rings suddenly reverse direction and rapidly slam everything onto the floor. There is the sound of glass breaking and the video shakes slightly, but Rita doesn't seem to care--in fact, she's quite happy.]

All right! That's gotta be--what, double the radius I got the other day? Oh, now I need to check...

[And with that, the video finally ends. Anyone who's been in the study since then will find that she cleaned up the broken glass and the majority of the equipment, but most of the room is still a disaster.]

Hm...I guess those sheep are normal enough during the day not that they've bothered me at all yet, anyway. Natalia, are you free today? If you are, then maybe we can go ahead on that tour, just as long as we don't stay out too late.

[OOC: You didn't see that. Also, backdated due to mass sheep attack happening the night of the eleventh.]

[The communicator flickers on to focus on Rita, who looks tired and a bit spaced-out. All the excitement of coming to the City catching up with her, perhaps?]

Hey, did someone start growing a flower garden in here or something? All I can smell are roses, and they're giving me a headache.

[She sleepily rubs at her eyes then pauses, mildly confused. She inspects her hand, and one might see rose-red rings on her fingers.]

Huh? Is there something...I never had allergies to anything before--wait, is something burning?

[Of course, the device can't exactly transmit the smell, but smoke is starting to waft around the room. Rita frantically starts rummaging around and looking for the source.]

Where is this coming from? A-ow, that kind of...

[Suddenly, her hands burst into flames. She's momentarily stunned at her spontaneous combustion but recovers enough to do something about it, grabbing a blanket and smothering out the flames. She's pretty alert now, at least.]

What the hell just happened?! Is this one of those...w-wait!

[Another tendril of smoke starts to creep up. Rita wastes no time now, a blue magic circle appearing at her feet as she casts a spell.]

O caprice of innocent waters...Champagne!

[The spring of water forms beneath her feet, bubbling forth a small stream that halts the smoke. Rita sighs shakily, about to turn back to her device, when the smoke returns once again.]

C-come on! Stop it, already!

[OOC: Will be backtagging when I get in from work AGAIN sob. Anyway, her nursery rhyme is Ring Around the Rosy, which this handy site going around suggests refers to the bubonic plague. Too bad the City doesn't feel like waiting to cremate you...]