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[the feed begins, showing a woman with red hair, fair skin, teal irises, and scarlet glasses, glaring so intensely at the camera you'd think she was trying to burn it with her eyes. she's absolutely unhappy with the current situation for several reasons, the first being--]

I am sure someone is viewing this, and who ever is should know where the hell I am. If this is supposed to be paradise for the dead, this is the poorest rendition of it I've ever seen. And trust me, I've heard of one with Faygo rivers and trees that grow special stardust. I believe I'd take that over this.

[even after their subtle betrayal, she'd take the damn clowns' idea of heaven, and all the clowns in it. at least then she'd be in her own body, and would understand so much more about it.]

The matter of where can be addressed with ease, as can the matter of why I'm here, how I was brought, and who did so. What I do not understand is the "what" of things. Particularly, what am I? Am I some sort of slug? A strange relative of the cholerbear? Is this what reincarnation really is? If it is, I think I would've been more content as a ghost.

[she gives a thoughtful pause, then softens slightly. her answers would come in due time. they always did. no need to be so upset... her gaze focuses back onto the camera, but this time it is not so harsh.]

If anyone has any information regarding any of my questions, please contact me as soon as possible. I am willing to work with anyone who has an idea of what is happening to me. [her calm facade shifts into something a bit more manic, a grin suddenly splitting her face.] And if anyone has any intelligence on the pirate, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, please report it to me as well. [for what reasons? none that could be too good. before the feed ends, redglare winks, and offers few parting words:]

A good evening to you. Until we meet again.

[end feed.]

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[no one wants to know the marquise.

but being in the hotel is truly a dead end, for her, and for any leads on mindfang's whereabouts. she can't help but frown at the mention of another pirate, though-- one pirate is one too many.]

This is disappointing on many fronts. No information, but a new problem. [the frowning intensifies, and she rolls her eyes. pirates.] I'm assuming he's not particularly well behaved.

Given his history, I'm afraid not. We've had our disagreements in the past, starting with him stealing away my first wife, or rather enabling her to abandon me and our son. When events resulted in my killing my wife turned pirate in front of him, he swore a vendetta on me. Since then he's tried [and failed, though that second time did damn near succeed.] to kill me twice.

As for his exploits here, he's merely tried to turn everyone against me here by bringing up my less than stellar past and casting me in a rather negative light. I have little doubt that given time, he may attempt for assassination three once he realizes he stands more of a chance succeeding at it here.

[the more she hears about this pirate, the more she dislikes him. the man she's speaking to doesn't seem like the most trustworthy, but certainly more than whatever filth the hotel dragged in. she'd rather trust the devil than a dirty criminal.]

Charming. I'm sure he's squeaky clean, without a spot to his name. Disgusting... [the disdain pours from her voice, but there's only so much to be said about this captain hook.] I'm very sorry you've had to deal with him. If you need any assistance handling him, know I am more than happy to help.

[The disdain is quite obvious and he's momentary amused to think that he may have just met someone who might dislike pirates more than he does.]

Thank you. I'll keep the offer in mind.

[And now to change the topic, because having one about the pirate wasn't something he wanted to discuss at length.]

It's interesting to note that this place is capable of dragging those who died into it's halls. May I ask how your transition from death to waking here was?

[He was mostly asking for comparison reasons. After all, he's been trying to figure out if whatever brought him here after his suicide yanked him here en route to the vault or from the vault itself. Either way, he still looked as he had prior to his death, even if he currently lacked his dagger.]

[she's a special girl whose grudge will last so long it'll rear its head generations later. they'll certainly have to compare notes better.

but she just nods in response, and while the idea of a topic change is welcome, the topic of her death isn't. death is great to discuss, of course-- honouring the brave and mocking the cowardly can be done so well with words, but it's strange to discuss her ends. for a moment, she doesn't say anything, sitting still as stone, but then the hint of a wicked grin reaches her lips.]

You may, but I may not answer honestly.

[of course, that's a joke, and when she starts to think about exactly what happened, the smile falls, a sure sign of her truthfulness.] I'll spare you the full story. I was hanged on a rope I had prepared for someone else. I fell through the trapdoor, and kept falling, it seems, to this hotel. I'm not sure how it's possible, considering the circumstances. There was nothing in place to rescue her... So there would've been nothing to rescue me.

[The first line actually amuses him. Which shows both in his eyes and the small amused smirk on his lips. After she explained, his expression sobers some, amusement giving way to consideration and curiosity.]

Interesting. I didn't fall to my demise, my own death was self-inflicted, done to save my family. Yet after it occurred, I found myself falling into a room here and was made aware that somehow I had escaped death.

[she is certainly sympathetic for this kindred spirit-- it seems he died well before his time, and for a noble cause. that idea, though, sparks an idea, and it shows on her face. but she quickly reigns in such an expression, and looks to rumplestiltskin intently.]

How odd that this hotel pulled us both from our last moments. Still... perhaps it chooses to save the heroic. Those who have died for a worthy cause. [his being for his family, hers being... well, she would've ended mindfang's reign of terror if she'd succeeded. saving a planet seemed pretty damn heroic.] They do call themselves Generous, don't they? [it's said with a bit of a smirk. what a joke this was turning out to be.]

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