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[With a slight ping, the video feed comes on, looking at the ground. With a few sounds of exertion, eventually followed by a sigh of frustration, the feed shakes and then there are reddish-violet eyes looking into it with an intensity borne of confusion.]
How in the world-- oh! There it goes! Okay!
[Asellus seems to have gotten ahead of the curve; she's explored before even noticing the Forge, and has bartered her coat and the ingot she'd had in her backpack for a decent amount of money-- the initial amount quoted to her had been low enough to be scandalous, and it had taken a slightly... less than polite usage of Charm to get what she considered fair for it, but it was necessary. She felt bad, but she needed new clothes. Sticking out like a sore thumb was not okay.
So here she is, in a simple blouse and a heavy-looking dark pink skirt of common weave. Astute observers will notice the sword along her side, and there's a deep green cloak that will have to serve as a coat until she can afford better hanging barely in the frame, on a hook on the wall. She might look like any typical hoyden, with that short hair, but for the fact that it's green.]
It's been a long time since I've seen snow. I'd normally complain about this-- [And here she holds up an arm, her manner of doing so suggesting that she wasn't used to the style-- big, puffy lower sleeves were a liability in battle, and the less said about the skirt, the better.] --but it's really pretty cold out there, huh? Probably best to be uncomfortable but warm, rather than be comfortable and freeze to death or something.
So, I guess by virtue of the snow, I can make a pretty educated guess and say that this isn't where I'd intended to teleport to. I don't remember a whole lot about the process, but I must have fainted or something, because I woke up in this room. Hardly a surprise, as I've never been that good with magic. But anyway.
[The camera swings around in a vertigo-inducing circle before resting on Asellus again. Welcome to motion sickness, dear viewers.] Since this isn't my room-- not that I'm complaining, it's very ascetic-chic and it is really, really cold outside, leading me to want to avoid being kicked out on the street--, I've obviously got a few questions. Anyone care to step up and help me out with them?
How in the world-- oh! There it goes! Okay!
[Asellus seems to have gotten ahead of the curve; she's explored before even noticing the Forge, and has bartered her coat and the ingot she'd had in her backpack for a decent amount of money-- the initial amount quoted to her had been low enough to be scandalous, and it had taken a slightly... less than polite usage of Charm to get what she considered fair for it, but it was necessary. She felt bad, but she needed new clothes. Sticking out like a sore thumb was not okay.
So here she is, in a simple blouse and a heavy-looking dark pink skirt of common weave. Astute observers will notice the sword along her side, and there's a deep green cloak that will have to serve as a coat until she can afford better hanging barely in the frame, on a hook on the wall. She might look like any typical hoyden, with that short hair, but for the fact that it's green.]
It's been a long time since I've seen snow. I'd normally complain about this-- [And here she holds up an arm, her manner of doing so suggesting that she wasn't used to the style-- big, puffy lower sleeves were a liability in battle, and the less said about the skirt, the better.] --but it's really pretty cold out there, huh? Probably best to be uncomfortable but warm, rather than be comfortable and freeze to death or something.
So, I guess by virtue of the snow, I can make a pretty educated guess and say that this isn't where I'd intended to teleport to. I don't remember a whole lot about the process, but I must have fainted or something, because I woke up in this room. Hardly a surprise, as I've never been that good with magic. But anyway.
[The camera swings around in a vertigo-inducing circle before resting on Asellus again. Welcome to motion sickness, dear viewers.] Since this isn't my room-- not that I'm complaining, it's very ascetic-chic and it is really, really cold outside, leading me to want to avoid being kicked out on the street--, I've obviously got a few questions. Anyone care to step up and help me out with them?