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[Chell stares at the camera of this little device she found in her pocket. It may not have the same white, modern curves of an Aperture device, but it was something meant to record and monitor, which mean there was someone(something) watching and listening. She glares at it, fury burning in her eyes. Her lips form a slight frown, which grows deeper as the feed carries on.

Her hand shakes and she cuts the feed suddenly, because she’s about to scream at the device and whoever is monitoring her (as if it could be anything else).

She was supposed to be free!]

...

[She takes a deep breath, and suddenly, the anger is gone. It would be safe to turn the camera back on, but she doesn’t. She sent her message. She’s just waiting now, for her to make contact, to tell her she was kidding and then start insulting her intelligence, her weight, her parentage, whatever she thought would get to her.

It wouldn’t. It never would. No one would ever get that satisfaction.

She starts walking down the halls, testing doors, looking for a way out. She’s not going to waste time standing around until she gets an answer, if any is to come.]

[Edit: And now she's smashing mirrors on her way.] 

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[ The continued lack of vocalisation is hardly an issue, why, Buckingham always thought that the very best part of any conversation was his part, spoken or otherwise. In fact, he will respond first by smiling amicably, the way you would when looking at your child with fond amusement after it has rummaged through your wardrobe for a pair of mismatched shoes, a comically large hat or, oh say, an utterly repulsive orange jumpsuit. ]

We have animals here who are capable, not only of speech, but of... eloquence. Mhh, there must be a balance, I suppose, were you to remain silent.

[ He tilts his head a little. ]

Are you unable, I wonder? Or unwilling?

~~[Now, now, Buckingham, the jumpsuit looks fine on other test subjects, it just looks stupid on Chell.]~~

[Chell is an excellent conversation partner for those who are in love with the sound of their own voice, lucky for her and lucky for you!

Her expression gets a little bored when the animal comment comes out, though. That wasn't an attempt to goad her into talking, was it? He'd have to do better than that.]

[And then when he directly asks... She smirks, and wiggles her eyebrows once. What do you think?]

[ ~~Ah, yes, of course, he ought to have considered. Naturally he could pull it off quite handsomely.~~

Why, he would never! He simply meant to marvel at the diversity of linguistic expression in this very Wonderland, that is all.

At the response, as it were, he merely clicks his tongue. Dealing with defiant silence? This is rather rapidly becoming a speciality of his it would seem. And so far, at least, it still serves to amuse rather than irritate.

Shall we see if she can be cracked, then? ]

Then perhaps I might interest you in a small trade? A name for a name, hmm?

[ He follows swiftly with a sign of good will, his own name (more or less) immediately volunteered: ]

Lord Buckingham, at your service.

[ He looks at her somewhat expectantly. ]

~~[It was hypothesized by a scientist who had her PHD in fashion! We should test that sometime]~~

[Chell, uh, we'll call that a look of disbelief. Closely followed by an eye-roll.

'Lord', really. Is this guy serious? He can't be, dressed like that - but apparently he is.
In a way, it's almost comforting to see a guy like this at the mansion - whatever it has to offer can't be that dangerous if this man - pardon, Lord Buckingham, has managed to survive with such an impractical sense of style.]

[Chell shakes her head, not out of refusal but dismissal, a 'you can't be serious' kind of gesture, and she keeps walking. She stops, but it's only to smash another mirror, which she graciously lets Lord Buckingham see. That puts us at, what, thirty-five years, right?]

[ Ah yes, Buckingham can see and respect that this young woman clearly has no desire for spoken conversation with him at the moment.

...A few seconds later Chell will receive the following text message: ]

Shall I make one up for you then? Do you suppose 'Esther' would suit you? Perhaps Sophie?

[Unfortunately, Buckingham, texting just makes it easier for Chell to ignore you.]

[ That is a shame, truly. Buckingham ponders what other names he might generously suggest or if perhaps another call is in order. Ah, but why have so much fun all at once? No, he thinks he will leave the lady to it. For now.

One last message then: ]

It has truly been a pleasure I look forward to speaking with you again!

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and then you have to check & make sure it's not just a png. CLEVER. very clever.

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??? ((dammit, chell))

tragic sigh;