one. ✩ (video)

[gammas]

[ the video turns on and it's late evening in Central Park. there's a strange, huge green woman dressed in this spandex number with her wild hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. she has ridiculous amount of Valentine Day's heart boxes stacked next to her. you know, these things and is currently munching on a chocolate, grinning. ]

Okay, so we all have your opinions on the big V-Day. You either love it or you hate it or you just don't care and are tired of those couples canoodling.

But, let's face it. The best thing about Valentine's Day is when it's over and you get to spoil yourself like no lover could. One word: Clearance.

[ she waves her little heart box around as a demonstration and grins, popping another chocolate in her mouth. ]

No man could ever make me feel as good as a chocolate lemon souffle.

[ click ]

voice

[latrodectus]

[ Backdated to the fifteenth, before all the latest modplot stuff starts going down. ]

The day after Valentines has more poetry to it, I think. All the hearts marked down to half price, all the chocolates gone on sale.

And the chocolates. Buy them late, when they're cheap, forget you're alone on Valentines. Eat too many: that's why you're alone on Valentines. They sell you everything, in this country. Like I said, poetic.

We didn't celebrate the holiday, where I'm from. But I guess that's not so strange here, is it?

[ A pause. ]

I need a good rock climbing place. Let me know if you know one.

Voice

[headsideup]

[There's a faint sound of papers shuffling, items being placed into boxes, and general office shuffle going on in the background as a distinctly British accented voice starts speaking.]

Spring cleaning takes on a different meaning when the future's flexible, doesn't it? The save or toss it debate's complicated when you don't know whether you'll be here tomorrow. Then there's the filing system for what's kept. That leaves a story behind, too. A little personal Pompeii, preserved for whoever comes poking around once you've gone.

[She exhales softly, a chair creaking now as she falls back into it.]

Makes me wonder what kind of impression I'd leave behind if I popped out of this reality today. It's almost enough reason to tidy my flat up a bit more often.

[ENCRYPTED TO AVENGERS (who worked with Max Lord). Using whatever encryptions Max left for the job.

This part switches to VIDEO. She's seated at Max's desk in his office.]

( Encryted Part )