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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[sighsheavily]

You can, yes. And I encourage it. More perspectives will paint a clearer picture than just my shorthand -- which I am still laying out into place, myself. Doubtless there'll be more to consider upon revisiting.

[sulit]

Hmm.

[Well, it would have been nice to see some notes ahead of time, but she'll just have to make sure that she's stocked up on notebooks.]

Any points of interest that you want to relay ahead of time? Other than... [She waves her hand to make circular gestures in the air.] All the stuff you've said already.

[sighsheavily]

[she looks askance in reflection for a moment.

then:] The brink is still part of Avalon, and behind it is a deserted expanse. It was perhaps something more before, but is now barren. I was advised there is little to gain in attempting to traverse it, but...I wager as time goes by, and the powers we collectively cultivate grow, there may be something to it.

[sulit]

[There's a slight furrow of her brow at that, her lips pressing tight for a moment.]

And who told you that it was ill-advised to explore this expanse? Has anyone actually tried to explore it, or are they simply cowards?

[sighsheavily]

The information comes from the King and accounts of his countrymen making attempts. What few who crawled back alive are the ones he claims the testimonies are from. [but she hasn't met them face to face, so she can't account for their truthfulness -- nor does she try to.]

With what limited resources I have, I'm not yet inclined to test my luck out there regardless.

[sulit]

[There's a brief moment that she doesn't quite guard--an aside tilt of her head that might register as a barely restrained eye-roll, if she had visible pupils to roll. It's anyone's guess what evokes that response, but she adjusts her posture and moves past it quickly.]

Well, I guess I'll simply have to wait and see. [A pause.] This calamity; not if I can explore it. I won't cause any additional trouble beyond needing your escort.

[She's curious, but she's not stupid. ...Most days.]

[sighsheavily]

Very well. I'll be in contact, then.