One Outfit
Around 8 in the morning, an unfamiliar gray figure appears on the network. Or rather, at first, gray fingers, fumbling delicately with the device. Soon enough these are pulled away to reveal their owner's gray face at a fairly good camera angle.
"Um. Hello." Wide yellow-sclera eyes blink. "My name is Kanaya Maryam. I, well, I am a troll, which just so we are entirely clear makes me relative to yourselves an alien." She purses her lips for a moment. "Ah. I would of course prefer not to be here, but I've been made to understand that leaving is likely not possible. Also if anyone is familiar with Sgrub, Sburb, or a similarly designated game, and how this incident is related to it if at all, that would be appreciated.
"I'm in room B-030. I should warn you, I don't have any of my usual tools so I'm not sure how helpful I'll be. But I suppose I have to make myself available for questioning and skepticism. In my experience humans tend to have remarkable difficulty dealing with the realities of trolls' esxistence for some reason." There the transmission ends, Kanaya sitting there with cheek in her hand awaiting a response.
"Um. Hello." Wide yellow-sclera eyes blink. "My name is Kanaya Maryam. I, well, I am a troll, which just so we are entirely clear makes me relative to yourselves an alien." She purses her lips for a moment. "Ah. I would of course prefer not to be here, but I've been made to understand that leaving is likely not possible. Also if anyone is familiar with Sgrub, Sburb, or a similarly designated game, and how this incident is related to it if at all, that would be appreciated.
"I'm in room B-030. I should warn you, I don't have any of my usual tools so I'm not sure how helpful I'll be. But I suppose I have to make myself available for questioning and skepticism. In my experience humans tend to have remarkable difficulty dealing with the realities of trolls' esxistence for some reason." There the transmission ends, Kanaya sitting there with cheek in her hand awaiting a response.