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[ a slightly different face appears on the feed. This is... Elizabeth's loft. Elizabeth's username. But damn if it doesn't look like her younger sister. There's a hint of mischief in her smile-- but mostly, she seems overjoyed.]

I'm not one hundred percent certain how I got from my tower to this place, but I am certainly not complaining. From what I've researched, this is supposed to be some kind of punishment-themed afterlife, correct? Which makes no sense to me-- because this place is amazing.

I lost hours just listening to the music. And there's so much to read! It's like a cross section of time and space. I mean, a lot of the books are porn which I've never seen before so it's really both disturbing and educational.

What I really want to know is: did anyone get here without dying? Because I think that's what I did, somehow, and I'd like to know how much of an anomaly that is.

[Now she looks a little sheepish, and though there is color in her skin the blush shows rather brightly]

Oh, and there's something else. I'm not sure exactly where I am, but there doesn't seem to be... anything I can wear here

[She's in some kind of sheer small red robe, from what can be seen from her collarbone up.]

Who ever owns this place doesn't have anything that fits me. It's all too small. In places. Or too big, in others. Plus... I don't know how I feel about fishnets and tall heels, in Little Hades. I'm afraid I would be far too embarrassed.

And This isn't some kind of a clever sex thing-- I actually just need someone to bring me something I can wear. And perhaps show me around. I can't wait to go exploring!

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[Christine thinks she's imagining things when she sees this. Truthfully, she thinks it might just be a part of the ridiculous hangover she's got from partying a little too hardy at that party. When it hit her that she actually missed Hancock and was upset he was missing the fun and that it would have been a grand time to push him into the pool and then listen to him gripe about getting too much water up his lack of nose...Christine got a bit carried away, not wanting to examine those feelings further.

Now her headache is just about on par with when she got smacked over the head with a frying pan and wound up in that coffin. With Hancock.

(Why does everything seem to circle back to Hancock, lately?)

Okay, she can do this. Clearly, Elizabeth has no idea what's going on. She looks so much younger and more innocent and Christine knows what happens to innocent angels in Hell. She doesn't want her dear friend to suffer.

She does her best to smile at the camera and assumes that Elizabeth won't recognize her.]

Hello, there. I might have some clothing that could be a bit more to your liking. I can answer whatever questions you have about this place, where we are. I know it quite well. Show you around, anything you'd like.

My name is Christine, I'm a friend.

Oh, uhm, hello there!

[Nope, no recognition at all, but her eyes light up and an unhindered smile crosses her lips.]

Thank you so much! I've been stuck in here -which is kind of the story of my life?- when all I'd really like to do is go see... well, everything. I think there's a cafe right downstairs, even. I wonder what the pastries taste like...

[Focus, Liz.]

It's so nice to meet you, Christine [She beams; for whatever reason, this person seems trustworthy to her. Perhaps a small part of her altered mind still remembers her friend.]

It would be fantastic if you could bring me something to wear, I'm about this big?-- [she swings the camera-- yup, smaller hips, smaller chest, narrower shoulders.]

I'd also love to go dancing, if you know somewhere nice? I'm sorry if I seem a little scatter-brained-- it's just so wonderful to be free.

[Wow, this girl is so much more talkative than Christine is used to and she is not ready to deal with this many words at once.

She's a bit of a curmudgeon today. Briefly, Christine wonders if this is how Erik must feel when she goes off on silly tangents.

Be nice, be pleasant. She can do this. ]

There's a café downstairs, yes. Don't eat the pastries.

[Christine spends enough time at Little Parasites to have seen that sometimes, when people eat the pastries...weird stuff happens.

Weirder stuff happens.]

I know of a few places where you could go dance...but yes, some of my clothes should fit you just fine.

Don't worry about it, my dear. I understand how exciting it can be to finally be free.

I'll be over, shortly.

...Don't go anywhere.

[Since when is she everybody's Hell Mom?]

[Confusion and disappointment glimmer briefly through her eyes.]

Aww, why not? The baking smells delicious.

And where exactly would I go with no clothes? [giggle.]

[Once she's there, armed with a suitcase filled with some of her more conservative clothes, Christine does not immediately go upstairs. She gorges herself on coffee, first. A little bit of that soothing, caffeinated beverage is what she needs, right now. Will hopefully soften the pain of this nasty hangover, slightly.

When she finally heads on up, Christine knocks on the door and waits for Elizabeth to answer.]

It's Christine, let's get you dressed so we can go on an adventure.

[That's okay-- Liz is just rabidly combing the Hellnet for any and all information she can absorb about this place. At the knock, she hops up from the bed and trots over to the door. She only opens it a crack, peering through for a moment before swinging it open wide.]

Hello!

[She steps aside, seeming like she's barely managing not to vibrate.]

It's so very kind of you to help out a complete stranger like this. [Grateful as much as puzzling.] You wouldn't happen to be an angel, would you?

[This is like looking into a mirror.

And not in a good way.

That childish innocence...

Christine swallows a knot in her throat and forces a smile as she enters.

Given the way she's dressed today, all in dark colors, she certainly doesn't look like much of an angel, especially with her wings concealed. Most of her clothing that's been modified to accommodate them is in that suitcase for Liz.

Still, this has presented her with an...opportunity.]

Not even close. [She points at her yellow demon eyes.] But I promise that I won't hurt you. Here. [She hands over the suitcase.] I think you'll find some clothes in here more to your liking.

[What the damn Hell is she doing, pretending to not be an angel in front of Liz. Sure, she's used to putting on the ruse of being a demon but this is different.]

Wow, really? I just had a feeling... [She doesn't seem overly concerned, though; more perplexed and curious. What exactly where the qualifications to become an angel, or a demon? She'd have to read all about the trial process...

But back on point:]

Oh, well thank you, regardless. It's nice to have someone as a bit of a guide. I guess you could say I never really got out much.

[She takes the suitcase and sits on the floor with it in front of her. Eagerly she pops it open, and begins carefully sorting through the clothes.]

These are lovely. Are they all yours?

[The young woman beams at her secret friend, and her hands come together in front of her small bust for some slight fidgeting.

Actually, there seems to be a very slight deformity on her left pinky-- it's obviously too short, and is covered by a silver thimble, which the young woman twists upon her shortened finger.]

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[The qualifications are arbitrary and open to interpretation. Christine has seen far too many people perhaps sentenced in the wrong way.]

I know the feeling. I was rather trapped as well. But, ah, yes. These are all my clothes. Not much, I know. I've been traveling for a long time, couldn't exactly haul an entire wardrobe with me.

[Christine kneels down beside her friend and picks up one of the blouses. It'd probably fit Elizabeth's build the best but...it's been torn right down the middle. And mended, of course. But pulling out the beige shirt has hit Christine with an unexpected emotion. The shirt she'd been wearing on the morning she finally found her love...

Yeah, no. This isn't even an option. Christine doesn't think she can handle seeing Elizabeth wear that shirt all day. She crumples it into a little ball and hides it one of the deep pockets of her velvet coat.

She watches Elizabeth for a moment, trying to distract herself from darker thoughts before curiosity ends up getting the better of her. ]

What's with the thimble? If you don't mind me asking.

It's alright; I simply appreciate the honest help. I'm pretty sure some people may have had less virtuous intentions... but, they would have been disappointed!

[She still seems to like white things, in terms of clothing. But while the Elizabeth Christine knows often favors red, this young girl seems to favor blue. The skirts are so pretty! This one, or this...?]

Oh, this? [She holds up her hand, sheepishness mostly concealed.]

It's to cover up my hideous deformity [she laughs briefly and brightly, obviously joking around.] To be honest, I have no idea how it happened. I suppose I was born like this? There was never anyone around to ask about it

[Meanwhile Elizabeth seems to have found a pretty blue sundress that manages to be cool enough for the heat, but still much more modest than most of the young woman's current wardrobe.]

What do you think of this one? It's not too risque, is it?

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