Okay, time to complete the switch...
Adam: Now it's MY turn to be evil! XD
(Concept Space, interior. The Authoress is at the Computer, playing Tetris. She's so absorbed in the game that she doesn't seem to hear a single insult that Dives is currently hurling at her.)
Dives (absolutely furious): Bruja! (Witch) Cabra! (Goat)
Adam (walking in with a bunch of envelopes in his hand): Tsk tsk, such language. If the Authoress were listening, she's wash your mouth out with soap.
Dives (glaring daggers): Then I'd bite her *bleeping* fingers off.
Adam (smirking): Yes, that's the spirit. The more you resist her, the more fun it'll be to break you.
(Dives is about to retort with some even more colorful words when the Authoress waves a hand at him, causing his mouth to zip shut.)
*not bothering to look* Where's the mail I told you to get?
Adam (somewhat annoyed): It's just the same old junk mail. (starts sorting through) Credit card offer, free coupons, magazines... (raises eyebrow) Hello, what's this?
*still not looking* What's what?
Adam: Fancy-schmancy little envelop from Shinra Corp. (sniffs it, frowns) Ick, they put perfume on it, too. (opens it, smirks) Oh, how very interesting indeed.
(Now the Authoress pauses the game and looks up.)
*smiling slightly* The next part of the plan has fallen into place, then?
Adam (grinning widely): Yup. "Rufus Shinra and Roisin Lieselotte cordially invite you to their wedding." (reads on, grins even wider) My, he sure is in a hurry!
(At this, Dives' eyes widen slightly, and the Authoress catches this. She unzips his mouth.)
You look surprised, Dives.
Dives (slightly forced calm): Of course. Didn't think anyone wanted that little whore.
*shrugs* Stranger things have happened.
Adam (waving the envelope): Want me to RSVP this for ya, Authoress?
*turning back to the computer* Sure. Give Roisin my regards, too.
Adam (wolfishly): I'd love to.
(A flicker of...well, something flashes across Dives' face as Adam vanishes from view. The Authoress looks at Dives expectantly, as if waiting for something. This obviuosly gets on Dives' nerves.)
Dives (sourly): What the hell do you want?
Honestly? I'm... *smiles* not sure yet.
(This throws Dives off a little, but he quickly recovers.)
Dives (suspicious): This isn't part of some convoluted plot of yours?
It was a whim, mostly.
(Now the Authoress' look is much more intense and focused. Dives does NOT like this one bit.)
Your...previous owner insists that there isn't one bit of you worth saving. But I'm an optimist. Besides...
Dives (even more suspicious): "Besides"?
(The Authoress breaks her gaze, lost in thought.
*shakes head* Never mind. If you ever knew anything about [The Experiment], you certainly wouldn't remember it now. *smiles* Just thank me later.
Dives (scowling): And why the *bleep* would I ever thank you?
*turning back to the computer* You'll find out. *aside* I hope.