GREETINGS, MORTAL SCUM! [The voice on the screen sounds human, if humans had throats lined with sharp metal forks. The accompanying face is twisted, demonic, with glowing eyes and a wide, sharp-toothed leer.] MARK LILLY IS GONE. I'LL BE TAKING HIS PLACE. [Suddenly the picture changes, features curling from a hellish mask into that of a rather beautiful redheaded woman in her late 20s, perfectly normal – apart from the pink hue of her skin and the two tiny horns jutting up from her forehead.] Ahem. Callie Maggotbone, Mark's boss at the DOI. I don't know why he thinks his therapy crap will do any good in space, but he's tried dumber things. So I guess I'm here to "help," whatever that means. Just – give me a jingle if you need anything! [Callie beams and gives the camera a little wave before dropping the look from her face, suddenly snapping out of character.] Ugh. Who do I have to kill around here for a virgin's-blood latté? [OOC: Say hello to Mark's psychotic demon girlfriend, Callie! She's not always quite this bitchy. Really. Not always. Replies will come from ![]() |
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