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[[Video]]
[The feed starts up and Vastra doesn't appear to be fumbling with the controls at all. Apparently someone did some testing before actually putting anything out into JournalSpace and looking like a right moron. Or she's just very good with video interface, either one.]
I have realized that aside from these bizarre 'experiments' we are semi-routinely exposed to, there is not much to be done in the way of entertaining those with more specific interests. Where I am from, I assist the local police in the solving of crimes and apprehending of said criminals.
From what I have seen, there is a nearly nonexistent crime rate in Luceti, which is frankly quite astonishing given the number of us and the wide range of species and beliefs. However, should anyone require some detective work, I am officially making myself available to investigate any valid cases brought to my attention. Should anyone wish to make an appointment to discuss a private matter, a message may be left under this particular entry. Conversely if you happen to be in the neighborhood of the battle simulator facility, I will be there until approximately three in the afternoon.
[She looks thoughtful for a moment, then frowns slightly.] How does one typically end these sorts of broad addresses? I'm not certain. [After another moment of pensiveness, she sighs briefly and just kills the feed. She'll figure it out eventually.]
[[Action]]
[True to her word, Vastra is at the Battledome for most of the late morning and early afternoon. She's thankful that she's discovered the place, and figured out how to work it, because she's more than certain that her skills are getting rusty. Anyone who comes upon her will find Vastra fighting (what else?) Cybermen in a spaceship-type setting. She's very graceful, but clearly also a fierce and slippery warrior as she slides around the marching metal men and drives her blade through their necks or eyes with deadly precision. She can take on two or three at a time, even. The look in her eyes is one of fierce concentration, but also careful restraint--as though she were angry, but refused to show it.]
[The feed starts up and Vastra doesn't appear to be fumbling with the controls at all. Apparently someone did some testing before actually putting anything out into JournalSpace and looking like a right moron. Or she's just very good with video interface, either one.]
I have realized that aside from these bizarre 'experiments' we are semi-routinely exposed to, there is not much to be done in the way of entertaining those with more specific interests. Where I am from, I assist the local police in the solving of crimes and apprehending of said criminals.
From what I have seen, there is a nearly nonexistent crime rate in Luceti, which is frankly quite astonishing given the number of us and the wide range of species and beliefs. However, should anyone require some detective work, I am officially making myself available to investigate any valid cases brought to my attention. Should anyone wish to make an appointment to discuss a private matter, a message may be left under this particular entry. Conversely if you happen to be in the neighborhood of the battle simulator facility, I will be there until approximately three in the afternoon.
[She looks thoughtful for a moment, then frowns slightly.] How does one typically end these sorts of broad addresses? I'm not certain. [After another moment of pensiveness, she sighs briefly and just kills the feed. She'll figure it out eventually.]
[[Action]]
[True to her word, Vastra is at the Battledome for most of the late morning and early afternoon. She's thankful that she's discovered the place, and figured out how to work it, because she's more than certain that her skills are getting rusty. Anyone who comes upon her will find Vastra fighting (what else?) Cybermen in a spaceship-type setting. She's very graceful, but clearly also a fierce and slippery warrior as she slides around the marching metal men and drives her blade through their necks or eyes with deadly precision. She can take on two or three at a time, even. The look in her eyes is one of fierce concentration, but also careful restraint--as though she were angry, but refused to show it.]
