Project Papillon [Network]

Interesting, but this isn't the Lucifer I knew and I don't think he was really cut out for marriage anyway. Neither am I, seriously, so like, back to normal now? Thanks?

I think it's safe to say the other shoe in this place has finally dropped. And while I don't think I'm alone in this, I have to say, I don't find it the least bit damn funny.

I have watched the videos embedded on my communication device. I do not know what to make of it. I can not decide if I want to laugh or destroy the frakking device.

...This is most unexpected.

Fairly sure I was the only Number Seven to survive.

Bloody hell.

Does anyone want to go swimming? It's so darn hot!

Seems I've got a job. And also that our hosts have the worst sense of humour I've ever seen.

Well, I did want an excuse to interrogate the locals... be careful what you wish for, I suppose. Seven hours a day in a room full of fake teenagers, within a week I'll be a bloody expert on them. It's not as though any of them care about the French Revolution, after all. I'll be gobsmacked if any of them can even comprehend the idea of teenage rebellion.

Gonna head out to the outskirts for a couple days, check things out. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to answer this thing or not, so be warned ahead of time. I might just leave it behind

Bold, to abduct the Commander of the Grey from the Queen's courtroom. Not particularly intelligent but bold to be sure.

What is this object? It is not magic. How does it function?

This is not a resurrection ship.

Someone want to tell me where I am, and why I'm here?