Message 15: Roll Call

[unrecovered]

[Kind of hard not to notice that a whole bunch of people - namely, the people who randomly appeared a week ago - have now up and disappeared.]

Who's still here?

Comments

[juniorganymedian]

Mr. Wooster expressed much the same sentiment. Ms. Bassett is a... most fanciful young woman. You may count yourself lucky, perhaps, that she did not take to insisting your stolid demeanor indicated ardent feelings for her.

[unrecovered]

No, she just thought I had a season pass to Fairyland.

I'm guessing she does that a lot.

[juniorganymedian]

Yes, sir. While I certainly could not discount the possibility entirely, I would note that Ms. Bassett is in the habit of writing and reciting poetry in the vein of 'kittens and their velveteen mittens' being the leading indicator of when a gentleman is 'smitten' with a young lady. Although, given your preference for cat-like Spirits, perhaps they are telling in your understanding with Ms. David.

[While he has some sympathy for Wash to have suffered Madeline, Jeeves is far too amused by his suffering - particularly given the extraordinary display Wash and Ziva had given on the open communicator - to not needle him politely.]

[unrecovered]

I'm pretty sure making out with my girlfriend in front of her is what put me out of the running. I don't think the cats had anything to do with it.

[Carmen pops into frame and paws at the screen. You called~?]

[juniorganymedian]

[Jeeves gives the cat Spirit his soupiest expression. You stole his clothes Carmen. He does not like you.]

I meant as an indication of the initial ardent feelings between you and Ms. David, discounting Ms. Bassett as a third party, sir. It matters little, however. Ms. Bassett's fanciful notions should, I hope, be laid to rest with her departure.

I noted the disappearance of several of your comrades, as well. My condolences on their loss.

[unrecovered]

[Aw, that's okay, she likes you anyway. Plus, she set you up with a smoking hot date. You should totally be thanking her.]

[Wash just pushes the cat gently out of frame before she can cause any more trouble.]

Hopefully. [Because he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. That had been...embarrassing, to say the least.]

[He's glad he has his helmet on for that last part, at least.] Thanks.

[juniorganymedian]

You're welcome, Agent Washington. Thank you for undertaking this endeavor to sound off those remaining, as well. I'll make note of them in my records. [Because keeping a record of people present does seem like something they should have.] Good day.

[He doesn't particularly want to deal with the demonic cat - his idea of 'smoking hot' and hers differ widely, Carmen - so he signs off with a polite nod to Wash.]

[raisethemoon]

Art thou implying thou dost not?

[unrecovered]

Considering you're not a fairy, I'm going to go with no.

[raisethemoon]

Yet I am so delicate and graceful.

[unrecovered]

And subtle. You forgot subtle.

[raisethemoon]

Of course! My kingdom's bards sing hymns of my subtlety!

[unrecovered]

The shortest hymns ever. Of all time.

[raisethemoon]

Because they are subtle!

[unrecovered]

...yeah, I got it.