[video] Second Morph
[Camille is leaning on a counter of some kind. She's looking a fair bit less human today--corkscrew troll horns, big liquid drell eyes, cat ears, a vaguely Klingon-esque forehead and skin patterned with what looks like shiny blue computer code, though it's all gibberish. She's got her red hair in pigtails and is smiling though.]
Hello, Sacrosanct. Yes, it's me, Camille! Amidst all the, well, the insanity going on around these parts lately, I have noticed that this hunk of space tin is missing something very important--someone who can brew a proper cuppa and bake a proper danish.
Tragedy, I know. Well, I went ahead and did my civic duty and requisitioned this little hole in the wall here.
[She turns the camera to show the inside of a pretty standard cafe-like shop. Holograms and various maintenance robots are hovering in the background.]
Well, the staff leaves a bit to be desired, but I reckon I can whip 'em into shape right soon.
So, then, here is the important part. [Her voice softens a bit.] I know a good plenty of you are either going crazy or are scared or are dealing with the unpleasant what-the-fuckery going down in Zones 7 and 8, but it's starting to sound like everyone could use a good sit-down and some tea. Maybe a pasty or five. So, then, those of you who might be inclined toward a spot of tea and sanity, swing on by. Any time.
No charge, of course, not yet.
Hello, Sacrosanct. Yes, it's me, Camille! Amidst all the, well, the insanity going on around these parts lately, I have noticed that this hunk of space tin is missing something very important--someone who can brew a proper cuppa and bake a proper danish.
Tragedy, I know. Well, I went ahead and did my civic duty and requisitioned this little hole in the wall here.
[She turns the camera to show the inside of a pretty standard cafe-like shop. Holograms and various maintenance robots are hovering in the background.]
Well, the staff leaves a bit to be desired, but I reckon I can whip 'em into shape right soon.
So, then, here is the important part. [Her voice softens a bit.] I know a good plenty of you are either going crazy or are scared or are dealing with the unpleasant what-the-fuckery going down in Zones 7 and 8, but it's starting to sound like everyone could use a good sit-down and some tea. Maybe a pasty or five. So, then, those of you who might be inclined toward a spot of tea and sanity, swing on by. Any time.
No charge, of course, not yet.