[The camera flickers to a start, lens half-blocked by a slim finger as it is joggled into place. A sharp buzzing can be heard every time there is a muffled thump against the phone, until the communicator finally unlocks with an artificial click.]Hello…? Ah, Hello!
[As the video steadies, a young woman comes into focus, arms held aloft to keep the camera in place. The communicator wobbles occasionally as she uses a free hand to adjust her ruffled and somewhat cumbersome skirt.]My sincerest apologies. It told me to tap to ‘unlock’, which I did, but it seemed…unresponsive. To be quite honest, I can only hope that anyone can hear me, even now. But no matter! Even if one can only hope someone is out there, listening, it is far better to speak out than sit in the silence doing nothing at all, wouldn't you say? Well, whoever you may be.
[Feeling a little more confident in the device's usage, she pulls the communicator closer to her, no longer at a full arms length. While she seems relatively calm at first glance, there is an underlying urgency to her tone.]Well, that being said, I wondered if perhaps anyone saw or knew of an older man, peppered grey hair, a kind and caring look about him? He answers to U. Fauchelevent; he is my father, and I can hope that he may also be somewhere on this ship. I have not seen him since arriving here.
[Her concerned countenance gives way to a pretty blush at the mere thought of her next inquiry. It's silly, since she's already asked Eponine, who hasn't seen hide or hair of him, but that doesn't mean no one else might have.]And…if anyone has seen a young man, one who goes by the name of Marius, could I perhaps inquire of him as well? Well, I had hoped that--
[The video feed cuts off.]
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