video, un: ardenbury

[sighsheavily]

Greetings, fellow outworlders. You may address me as Miss Ardenbury, if we are not yet acquainted, thank you.

[Cecelia is seated facing the camera, within one of those ever-so-similar rooms folks have been initially shacked up in, neither a dirt-covered ballgown disaster nor a puffed-up and pissed-off masquerader. still, she sits in a bit of a regal, this-is-business kind of fashion; this is not an off-the-cuff query or network bungle.]

While the good king is abroad on political business, I would like to bring to attention a happening that may be of value to some -- by which I mean to speak to those of the more skeptical variety, such as myself.

It is wise to test and doubt, especially when details are given only second- and third-hand, yes? That is wisdom that has done me quite well over my years, and it goes to follow here, as well. With that said, after a frank meeting with the aforementioned king, I have been elected to a new role on behalf of this wayward, fluctuating community.

[she pauses briefly, going over what she's rehearsed one last, quick time before speaking once more.]

I have been granted the means to witness the calamity affecting our worlds firsthand. It is neither simple, nor sustainable for much longer than a day at a time, and it is certainly not safe. It is, however...real. It can be seen and felt with your own senses.

With that being said, I am now the acting ambassador for this particular issue -- that is, the matter of providing the tactile proof of the king's claims of our shared plight. May it serve as assurance...and, perhaps, to those with the knowhow with multi-planar disasters, some insight on how to better mitigate this and even resolve it outright.

Others shall be given this task in the future, as they are deemed fit and worthy. For now... [exhale. she lifts her chin a bit higher.]

If you wish to see it, you will speak to me. And we will see about getting there so you may become one of many witnesses...and may this reminder continue to linger, as...distractions crop up and throw you off-balance.

[a beat.]

Hailing me from this device, under this handle, is acceptable. Encountering me within the confines of Camelot, too, will suffice. Know that I cannot accommodate every single person at once, for the strain is...substantial, and the destination a risk in of itself. I must be discerning in who I can ferry, you understand.

With that said... Any questions?

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[raven_sage]

That's right. If you are not familiar with the layout, look to the sky. Where the raven circles is where you will find me.

[sighsheavily]

Your familiar, I assume?

[raven_sage]

No. Sýnin arrived with me. My familiar does not like to take wing like she does.

[She moves the screen just enough so Cecilia can get a look at "Reisende", as Eivor has taken to calling it. It's an amorphous mass of...black in the shape of a bird, perched behind her. A single glowing yellow eye stares directly into the screen, already looking when it swings into view. It is almost unnaturally still.]

[sighsheavily]

[......................charming.

Cecelia stares for a beat before blinking. perhaps she lost the staring contest.]

Strange, I did not know companion animals could accompany someone here...I hope it didn't result in the poor thing dropping into the sea, same as the rest.

[raven_sage]

[She moves the screen back to herself; Reisende's gaze doesn't break as disappears from view, just in time for Eivor to laugh.] Ha! No, Sýnin was more fortunate than us in that regard. The...the closet they told us to look in for our belongings. When I opened the door I found my axes, my shield and a very perturbed raven.

[sighsheavily]

[her brow furrows slightly.] All the more reason to take wing as often as possible, I see...

[raven_sage]

It's true, Sýnin doesn't care for our new arrival. She spends more time flying around these days when Reisende is around. Isn't that—oh. [Eivor looks over her shoulder to address the familiar, then pushes the screen back. Reisende is gone from where it had perched. She swings it back to herself.]

Hate when it does that. Anyways. The shipyard by the docks. I will be ready.

[sighsheavily]

[Cecelia stares with a soft frown for a beat before it smooths out to a more neutral expression.]

...When I can arrange it, then. I shall forewarn you, of course, so I won't find you already burdened with other tasks or nonsense as the land dictates. Is that acceptable?

[raven_sage]

Agreed. I will be ready when you call, Ardenbury-thegn.

[Eivor puts the tablet down and slides it forward. The grey sky overhead is suddenly blocked by a close up shot of Reisende, already staring down intently at the screen when it comes into view.]

Ugh. Apologies. Didn't see it there.

[The screen flicks off, annnnd...move to my inbox?]