[There is a healthy amount of clicking and scuffling. She'd fallen on her ass in the transition, of course, and is still gathering her wits after very much not having them. She's pretty rumpled-looking as well, and caked in dried blood.]

Ugh, at the rate this place goes I don't think my head'll ever stop spinning.

[There's quiet for a moment; she ( Read more... )

[The feed opens up to a rushing sound: wind, maybe, present but not so loud that it covers her voice. She's been watching the network, the comings and goings of Nuadoria's inhabitants, and isn't sure she likes what she sees]So this place, what, recycles its hostages? One person vanishes and another pops up, like the first person's flavor wasn't ( Read more... )

[A video feed starts with the image of a girl looking very unhappy. She’s sideways at first, then upright as she tampers with the device]

Would some imaginary person please tell me this is just some stupid dream, already? I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time for a lot of things, but especially not this.

[The video log jostles at an ( Read more... )