elnysa | video; un: labyrinths

[ The feed flips on, and Ariadne peers into the camera, big brown eyes and "could be twelve, could be eighteen" sort of face, looking even younger than she otherwise might - she's a little hesitant at addressing the network like this but she figures this is the best way to find out for sure what she wants - needs to know. ]

This is, like, the biggest Skype call I've ever made. Hi. Uh. I'm Ariadne. Not the Greek one, just a Canadian one. [ Because Diana already thought she might be the Greek one. Just clarifying! ] I guess I'm just wondering if there are any other architects here. I mean, I can kind of understand why they'd need some, and I'm grateful and all, but I hadn't even finished my degree yet. There's gotta be someone more qualified here, right?

[ And then she hesitates, because honestly? That's not really what she needs to know. What she needs to know is something a little more... well, shady. And she has no idea how else to ask this. ]

Also, uh. If anyone's heard the term Somnacin, let me know.

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Um... sort of? It's hard to explain, but they had me designing some things that - weren't exactly possible, according to the laws of physics.

[ She's choosing her words very carefully. It's something she wants to talk about, on one hand, and doubts she'll get into trouble for here anyway, but she's also still highly aware of the fact that she did something both illegal and ethically shady, so she's hesitant to just spit it out on a public network post. ]

Really. Why on earth did they have you doing that?

[ She looks a little helpless, shrugs. It's an honest enough reaction, even if what follows is technically a lie. She never signed any paperwork. ]

I - I know it doesn't matter here, not anymore, but I had to sign a lot of NDAs about it, it feels weird to say much more right now.

[ "Right now", meaning on the network, where literally anyone can see, like a weird Facebook page or something. ]

[ He gets it without too much effort, saying: ]

Ah, well, I'd never want to make you risk breaking a promise, my dear. So perhaps I'll pivot to inviting you out to get that glass of wine I promised?

[ Yes, good. Honestly, she'll tell him a bit more about it - in private, and after a couple glasses of wine. One or two other people already know, thanks to the name tag thing when she first showed up, anyway. ]

That - sounds good.

Lovely. I'll pick the locale. Tell me, my dear, would you prefer a place with a bit of class, or a place with a bit of trash?

Uh... [ She thinks about that for a moment. ] I think I want to err on the side of class, this time.