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Re-Entry 19: Video/Spam
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[The communicator switches on to an extreme close-up of a brown eye, narrowed in confusion. After a second, it pulls back to show Felix's face, then even farther back as he holds it out at arm's length. He appears to be wearing... chainmail? It must be, because he's got a sword in the other hand.
He smiles suddenly.]
My, but this is a marvelous work of magic! What do you call this device?
[Spam for Dean]
[Something propelled him to cabin 4-18, but now that he's here, he can't imagine what. A quest? Some item? He's rummaging through the oddly cold box by the bed when he hears the door open. He turns, raising his sword.]
Who goes there?
[Spam for the CES]
[After some further cursory exploration, Sir Felix the Very Affected has decided to set up camp -- literally -- in the CES. He didn't find much of interest in the room, but he did find ale and a great deal of what looks like useless paper to use for tinder and kindling. He sits comfortably by his crackling fire, warming his hands.]
[The communicator switches on to an extreme close-up of a brown eye, narrowed in confusion. After a second, it pulls back to show Felix's face, then even farther back as he holds it out at arm's length. He appears to be wearing... chainmail? It must be, because he's got a sword in the other hand.
He smiles suddenly.]
My, but this is a marvelous work of magic! What do you call this device?
[Spam for Dean]
[Something propelled him to cabin 4-18, but now that he's here, he can't imagine what. A quest? Some item? He's rummaging through the oddly cold box by the bed when he hears the door open. He turns, raising his sword.]
Who goes there?
[Spam for the CES]
[After some further cursory exploration, Sir Felix the Very Affected has decided to set up camp -- literally -- in the CES. He didn't find much of interest in the room, but he did find ale and a great deal of what looks like useless paper to use for tinder and kindling. He sits comfortably by his crackling fire, warming his hands.]
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I could ask the same of you, friend. Not that I reckon either of us is likely to give a straight answer.
[He's still smiling when he says it, broad and bright, and doesn't try to lower his hand or raise his gun although neither does he take his eyes off the sword for more than a few seconds at a time to look at the strange room.]
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...my...
[He pauses and glances around, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.]
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[Now that the other man is distracted, Dean squints first one direction, then another, before becoming distracted by the only thing he does recognize in the room: the desk, and the array of items scattered across it.]
Go on then. Where are we, your honor?
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Dean, even now, never ever shuts up.]
I live here.
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A-ha -- but I had the key.