- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[detriments]

[Finally, a dent in that infuriating pride of his. Christine's expression seems to mock him accordingly, feigning innocence so contradictory it's practically a parody in itself.]

I can say whatever I want, Frederick. And I can do whatever I want. You should know that by now.

[If not, well-] I'd be happy to help you.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It's unnecessary.

[He grits his teeth as he says it; the phrase can be applicable to many concepts, and he doesn't clarify which one (or ones) he intends.]

How you're acting, what you're saying -- you wouldn't expose such opinions if you weren't committed to them. And what does that reveal, Christine? What does that reveal about you?

[His gritting softens, exfoliated by the curiosity and need to see this side of her.]

It's more than mere control games, what's bubbling beneath your pretty face.

[detriments]

[She just smiles and shakes her head lazily, rolling her eyes. It's like chastising a child.]

Still trying to analyze me. I'm not here for that.

[She's made herself clear, somewhat. It's all about control, and it's about showing others it's in her hands, no matter how much they try to pry it from them.]

You'll get your answers soon enough. And when you do - [Her voice softens, dangerously:] You'll find that it's too late.

[The feed clicks off abruptly.]