<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/9b/d8/159bd8603767a84d1b47b7e2fdce9c45--melanie-martinez-makeup-melanie-martinez-style.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Constance De Vil<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th of October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Roger Rabbit's Strip Club<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zander, Adon<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Adon came over and did his mopey shit, making Constance roll her eyes. "Oh for the love of....can you cram the mopey shit for a while? You're not Mopey the dwarf last I heard right? So you fucked up, who cares? People aren't even talking about it anymore Adon. Now sit down." She motioned to the chair opposite her. "I have something I need your help on, yes you heard me right...your help. If you're willing, we can all get the fuck off this Island finally and make our lives more useful than useless." She began and looked at him/her.<br/><br/>"You have a lot of...connections when it comes to this place. I need your help in finding a power source large enough to set this thing off." She brought out her brother's contraption. "Once I've fixed it of course, all I'm asking for is cooperation enough to get us out of here, nothing more. So are you in or do you want to keep living your life here as Donna?" She asked him, cocking her head to the side.