one;

[punchingly]

Who: Margie and YOU
Broadcast: Video!
Action: SS Bishop
When: August 19, afternoon.

[ Video; ]

Ah...it works. Hello.

[ The very bulky woman on the screen smiles slightly and waves to the camera; she doesn't really have that much to say, it seems -- she follows up her 'hello' by holding up a piece of paper with some badly drawn cats on it.

The people in the picture -- there seem to be 5 in all, two of whom seem extremely familiar -- are very cartoon-like, and it's clear that she is no artist. One of them -- a cat with blue hair -- has hearts drawn around him, one is singing, and the other unfamiliar one seems to have a permanent scowl. ]

My miqo'te have gone missing. [ Because that explains everything? ] They are small, and have ears... [ She waves her free hand up over her head, indicating cat ears. ] And tails. One carries a large book, one a bow, and the other three carry around large swords.

If found, please return to Margie Detemps. That's me. Thank you.

[ She reaches, as if to turn off the camera -- and then pauses. ]

Oh...and, what is everyone's favorite rock?

[ Yes, she nods. This is a good introductory question to the world at large and obviously a very important one. ]

[ Action; ]

[ If you want to catch her on the ship, she can be found wandering around with the same poster in her hands, looking in the most weird places she can think of to place a smaller person than herself. In containers, under doors... ]

Comments

[punchingly]

[ Oh, so you are here! Noting that down on her sheet -- and also adding "gold" beside the picture, this is an important fact. ]

It is not too far a metal. I think it counts. My favorite rock is actually electrum.

[notkittenaround]

Pray tell?

[punchingly]

Because you can make many things with it. And it's hard to find.

[notkittenaround]

[ The Ul'dah immigrant ponders the wealth of mining opportunities laid bare - yet it is difficult to prosper in a field so dominated by the Syndicate. ]

Then it seems the wisest choice. An ore of great use, and little provision would do well on any marketboard.

[punchingly]

[ This born and bred adventurer looks only at the potential places she can go with mining; money doesn't really seem to be of any interest to her. ]

Not many people would put raw ore on their tables and consider it decoration, it's true...

[notkittenaround]

Well, some would say so.

[ She certainly wouldn't be offended by a shiny pile of metal in her house. ]

[punchingly]

Do you have rocks laying around your home, Marhi?

[notkittenaround]

I prefer stuff refined, and inlaid in what I possess.

[punchingly]

You sound like you have a lot of experience with refined ores, then.

[notkittenaround]

In selling, if naught else. Ul'dah is rich with them.

[punchingly]

I suppose I could simply inlay my own ores if I wanted to get rich, but...it is more fun to just go wherever I wish, and mine what I want.

[notkittenaround]

If ever you find a surplus when we have found our way home, know that I will gladly pay an amount most reasonable.

[punchingly]

I would simply give it to you, Marhi. We are friends.

[ This is why Pava and Margie are poor. ]

[notkittenaround]

... Indeed so.

[ This is why she has a fund for indebted scions. Admittedly she hasn't had much use, save preventing Miah from ending up in an unsavoury place. ]

[punchingly]

[ Admittedly she's not entirely poor because Pava would have an aneurysm if they got thrown out of their home. They have to have somewhere stable for Mireille to come home to when she...bothers to. ]

We will need all of us, to fight this system. I do not think we can do it alone.