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[Good evening one, good evening all. We hope this embarrassing domestic dispute does not disturb.

Paloma doesn't consider herself a vengeful ghost. Conflict is a thing to avoid, not draw nearer to, not attract outside attention to. It's a private matter. Publicizing the enraged screaming of one Edward Hyde is unseemly and regrettable; something must be terribly wrong.

The sound on the locket kicks in mid-tirade. A man is hollering.]

--right mind moves a pile of shit halfway across the world for some petty prank?! Disgusting, worthless harlot! You had better hope that your body is never returned or I will be the one to rip out your throat and stuff it down the hole that remains.

[The (bad, thoughtless, petty, ill-advised, heartbreak-fueled) plan was to keep her mouth shut and let him shout himself hoarse, but Paloma cannot resist the target he's made.]

Call me anything you want. I haven't done what you've done. You're like a child playing with LEGOS. [He won't know what those are. She doesn't care, she's too butt-inflamed.] 'Oh, I'll take off a piece and... put it back where I got it!' Bodies don't work like building blocks! Listen to you. Who's frightened? Tell me you'll carve your name into my liver and feed my guts up my asshole. You've said worse. Go for it. Just go for it.

[There's some incoherent screeching, profanities and hateful noise, and then a thud near the source of the broadcast - something thrown across the room, hits the wall, and falls to the floor. (A shoe full of shit.)] I would rather the other way around, seeing as you are so partial to spreading fecal misery all around the place - why not give you what you so desire? After all, you do so seem to love taking it in your mouth already, you must have a fetish for refuse of all kinds!

Did you-- you did, you just called yourself a shithead! [Laughing bitterly. She hasn't begun to be ashamed of this broadcast, but she will be, and shortly.] There are names for selfish, faithless, unreliable, fish-licking poxed thieves like you in Srathmarbh, but why waste time when we can just say 'Edward Hyde'!

[Gods all bless, the feed ends.]

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Oh, thank you, but--

If that was true, I wouldn't have shared... this. He doesn't deserve the attention and I should know better.

Unfortunately, sometime those types find attention one way or the other.

[ TL;DR men are weird. ]

And sometimes we help them along in ways we shouldn't?

Sometimes. Especially when there's something involved for us.

[She doesn't know this one, but Paloma likes her direct way of things. It is appreciated, today.]

The trick is not to let them make us crazier than we already are.

Would that not depend on who you're dealing with?

Who, and how often they're dealt with. Yes.

It can help to find out what satisfies them and do the opposite.

[They both know the 'them' in this hypothetical scenario.]

It sounds as if your work is cut out for you. But you sound as if you know what's best.

That's the most flattering thing I've heard all day.

Have we... met? I'm Paloma.

Quite frankly, if I was in your position, he would have a knife through his head.

[ Said cheerfully as possible for Alice. ]

My name is Alice Liddell.`

Oh. [That was very suddenly violent. Not in and of itself a shocking thing, but she hadn't expected it out of this nice talk. Ah, well.]

Mine is Paloma. Vasquez, if we're talking surnames. Are you already aware of Edward's... proclivities?

He attacked one of my children and myself.

[ Alice almost once wants to venture the guess that they could be involved? That would be presumptuous. ]

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