Eleanor's Office

[chemicalromance]

You step into the designated office of your host. It's an executive suite, quite like all of yours, save for the fact that it's meant for one person... and it's safe to say that this room has probably seen better days. The room is lit, but the light tends to flicker. The tiling on the floor is cracked, water running through the rifts from a waterfall originating out of a hole in the ceiling in the right corner. Don't worry. It's fine. Eleanor doesn't pay it mind. She's got a desk set up in the middle of it all, with her bed pushed off to the side. She's minding to her own business.

To your left, the wall immediately gives way to long glass windows reinforced with steel to withstand the ocean's crushing depths. Through coral and bio-luminescence, Rapture squats in the distance, like crumbling, electric obelisks.

Make yourself comfortable.

Comments

Week 1 Tuesday Evening

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan feels absolutely intimidated stepping into Eleanor's office, but he couldn't back down, not now. He had a mission.

Holding an envelope in his hands, he cautiously approaches her desk.]

Good evening, ma'am. I wanted to apologize for my outburst when we first met, it was improper of me and I should not have acted the way I did.

I... I was wondering if you could do a favor for me. It is not a large one, but one that's very vital that I have it done.

[chemicalromance]

[Fascinatingly, she looks almost small from where she sits.]

It's alright. The outburst didn't bother me.

[She's remarkably relaxed given the whole, you know, disrepair thing.]

What did you need of me?

[hotpaprika]

Thank you for your mercy, ma'am.

[He looks at the envelope in his hand, before nervously presenting it to Eleanor. He didn't like having to resort to requesting this from one of his captors, but who else could he ask.]

I... I wrote this for my Mina, and I would like you to send it to her. If... if I am to remain here for the rest of my life, then I would at least like my fiancee to know what has become of me.

Please, Eleanor, I cannot bear to imagine Mina wondering of my fate for the rest of her life.

[chemicalromance]

[He holds out the envelope... and it is sucked from his hand, plucked by invisible fingers that float it over to Eleanor's grasp.]

Mina... [She inspects the envelope with a look of contemplation. It's difficult to say how she feels about it.] And, in this envelope is an explanation of what has happened, I assume.

You'd like me to send this?

[hotpaprika]

[The note being torn from his hands was a shock, but what he's more flustered by was the accusation Eleanor gave him.]

Not all the details, of course. Just that I'll likely never see her again. [Technically not a lie. He had purposefully hidden a lot of the gruesome details, both from his home situation and his situation here. But while it is in shorthand, he did gave details to Mina about him being stuck under the Atlantic Ocean.] Please, Eleanor. If I am to be trapped here for the rest of my life, at least let my fiancee know what has happened to me so she's not grieving the rest of her life.

[chemicalromance]

I see.

[Stiffly, she sets the letter on her desk, between them. If so concerned, Jonathan is completely free to take it back. Eleanor is staring down at it. Pondering it.]

I... don't know if I can guarantee anything. But I'll make sure to bring this to the mayor, and see if it can be sent off. Rapture is... secretive, you see.

[Have to be careful about who learns of it and who doesn't.]

[hotpaprika]

[His eyes light up. Sure he wasn't... excited that the Mayor is going to read this, but frankly he half expected her to burn the letter right in front of him. Besides, not a lot of people here seemed to be able to read his shorthand, so perhaps he could luck out with the Mayor as well.]

Thank you, a thousand times thank you, Eleanor. I assure you there is nothing too secretive in the letter, I just need my Mina to know that I will always love her, even if cannot be together.

[chemicalromance]

[She seems... bemused at the show of gratitude. Like she isn't sure how exactly to take it.]

Personally... I would likely hate to know that someone I loved was lost to me. I can understand the fear. So, this is likely the least I can do.