Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26208189-20150514044831

"Like I said," Trishia continued, "That's all I ask for. The files are with me. I could play a bit of it right now to prove my point."

The other line fell silent, a few snores and scampering. Then the sound came back on, and Sammy's voice came into play. "This is a support group!" They all heard. "Not a freaking revolution."

Trishia paused the video. "It's a bit entertaining, but I've grown out of it. I need your answer. I could postpone my ruining of your lives in a more... kindly manner that does not include your talk of revolution. Perhaps a manipulated photo, but, ah, those things will pass from minds in short whiles. It may seem cheap, but your reputations lie solely on the hands of the one who calls himself Yankee."

"Be happy I'm not asking for more," she hissed to the phone, "I could have The Yankee disclose his name, or even the annoying power of disclosing a secret crush. Now, I'm sticking for The Records folder."