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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[impostorsyndrome]

Heh. I hope I won't disappoint you too much.

[He has to add too much. He can't not be at least that level of self-deprecating. But he's smiling just a tiny bit too, until he sobers again for the next little concern here:]

I know you've got a lot of interest here. . . . You gonna be okay? It didn't sound like this was a walk in the park for you. I'm sure you knew what you were getting into offering to the network, but still.

[sighsheavily]

[she lifts her chin just a bit.]

I am most suited for a role such as this. I'm not a hardy warrior or adventurer...and my bedside manner leaves much to be desired, so caretaking is out. This, though? I will excel at. I've already decided to.

[and by her tone, success in this regard seems to be a foregone conclusion. it is within her scope, and it's as close as she can get to what she's truly meant to do for the time being. failure is simply not an option.]

[impostorsyndrome]

[Now he smiles more. It's impossible not to like her, with her drive and confidence that doesn't tip into foolishness.]

Just making sure. I'd feel like an asshole if taking me along were the straw that broke your back, or if anyone else does, really. But if you can take it, okay. I'm even more interested than I was because of how convinced you are that this is all on the level. You didn't come off like the type to be convinced by anything half-assed, so this must really be something.

[sighsheavily]

You're right. [her mouth tugs at a corner briefly before returning to neutral.] I still have many misgivings about the scale and scope of things, let alone the methods by which we are charged to aid. However, with what senses and resources I have available...I believe what I have seen to be true.

However...devil is in the details, as they say.

[impostorsyndrome]

Yeah. I'm someone who needs to draw my own conclusions, too. I think we have a lot of those types here, which is a good thing. I don't wanna be surrounded by idiots when it comes to something this serious. But it'll be a strain on you.

What are the risks?

[sighsheavily]

Endless, plummeting death primarily. [a beat.] I've been warned of a hazard regarding the machinery left here that are apt to stripping you of all earthly belongings should they be tampered with as well.

The there's the so-called "Perilous Desert"...

[impostorsyndrome]

Love it.

[FLATLY. What else can you say? He's not about to back out just because this sounds like it'll be, to put it very politely, an ordeal. But yeesh.]

How many times have you made the journey through all that? Just once so far?

[sighsheavily]

Just once. Hence my warning about limitations and strain; I don't yet know how this will fully effect me, so I can't be making too many promises out the gate, can I?

[impostorsyndrome]

. . . Good. That makes sense. I'm not gonna clamor to go first, or even anytime soon if it's too much. Just let me know when and if you're ready once you can tell how it's affecting you.

[sighsheavily]

If I don't respond to you sooner, you'll at least catch glimpse of an establishment I intend to establish for this very thing. Either way... [she nods.

and wowie, look at that!! an establishment for later!]