034 :: VIDEO

[prosopopoeia]

[ Her lab is wrecked. All of her work for the past year, all of her prototypes. Her computers. Her equipment. Marie almost can't care, just feels a numb stirring of something that she hopes is outrage, but can't be sure at the moment. Maybe she's just in shock. ]

Tu chatte sans valeur...

[ The culprit left no calling card, her security cameras have no footage. She's not even going to bother rebuilding the lab at City Solutions. All she can do is take her backed up data and move Underground. ]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ :3 ]

[ ......Except Li's expression is schooled to a brow-knitted concern, ]

Is s-something wrong?

[medials]

That... is not good.

[prosopopoeia]

[Oh Li. You twerp.]

No.

[prosopopoeia]

No, it is not. But it is done. Zhere is nothing 'ere to salvage.

[mortemscintilla]

[ The biggest twerp in all twerpdom. ]

Are you s -- [ He doesn't bother to ask Are you sure? He senses it (he knows it). Instead: ] Is there anything I can do to help? [ Like his alter-ego hasn't 'helped' enough. ]

[medials]

Want some help? With. I don't know - cleaning up?

[he's practically wincing when that comes out of his mouth.]

[prosopopoeia]

No. I will leave zhis to someone else.

[That's... not really like her.]

[prosopopoeia]

No. What's done is done.

[candothat]

Is any of it salvageable?

[mortemscintilla]

Well then... Maybe I could be of some help for the, um. Afterward.

[ pauuuuuse ]

I have a 1978 Montrachet in the cafe's backroom that no one's ever going to miss.

[prosopopoeia]

[.....]

Very well.

[prosopopoeia]

I 'ave data.

[A shrug. The equipment, not so much.]

[immortal_machine]

What will you do now?

[prosopopoeia]

Vacate.

[To somewhere more private.]

[immortal_machine]

I could help you relocate if you wish. It is only fair after you have helped me, yes?

[mortemscintilla]

Great.

[ Hush, Li. There's nothing Great about offering booze to a budding alcoholic. ]

I'll bring it over later. If there's anything else, you can always let me know. [ re: more expensive wines. ]

[medials]

Anything else I can do for you?

[candothat]

[He thinks he can guess the answer to this one considering Marie's paranoia, but hope springs eternal.]

You won't continue working at City Solutions?

[prosopopoeia]

Zhere will be nothing else.

[Harumph.]

[prosopopoeia]

I 'ave too many wine bottles.

[She can drink them all, or Peter can help. His choice.]

[prosopopoeia]

No, zhe managerial rotation 'as long-since been tedious.

[She'll take herself elsewhere.]

[prosopopoeia]

No.

[No offense, Rebecca, she's said no to everyone.]

Zhat will not be necessary.

[immortal_machine]

With our world's technology, I would expected your security to be difficult to break for the City's residents...unless there is another of our level here. I suppose forensics here is not particularly capable, but is there a chance of determining who broke in and did this?

Because if they can get through you, they may have a chance of getting in my way if I don't pin them down first.

[mortemscintilla]

I-I understand.

... Um. Please don't take this the wrong way. But I hope you'll stay out of trouble. [ Because you're a ticking French-accented hand-grenade 8( ]

[candothat]

I will miss working with you. No one else in the City is as intelligent or reminds me of Dr. McCoy so much.