Jan 03, 2011 21:39
[The image on the video feed is a little shaky. It depicts a woman in her mid-twenties sitting awkwardly--like she doesn't quite know how to arrange her limbs--on a chair in one of the dug-outs with a coarse brown blanket over her shoulders. Her long, brown hair is loose on her shoulders; an untied ribbon hangs limply in the thick ponytail. Besides the blanket, she's wearing several strings of white pearls and a tattered white dress with spaghetti straps; no shoes. There's a slightly nibbled sandwich in her other hand and steam rising from an untouched cup of coffee on the table. Her voice is confused, anxious.]
Ah ... hello? Is there anyone who can hear me? The man who brought me here wasn't very talkative. He started to explain a few things--something about the danger of the darkness, and that I'm in a country named Canada?--but.
[She puts the sandwich down and rubs her arm.] I think he was a bit frustrated with me because I'm not exactly mobile yet, so I-- [she laughs nervously, with a slight edge of hysteria, oh god, is anyone even seeing this? Is this just another mad vision?]--I had to be all but carried away from that little field where I woke up.
At least, I think I've woken up.
If someone, anyone, could respond to this so that I know this experience isn't another dream inside the crystal grotto, I'd be very grateful.
And -- if -- if anyone is there, my name is Lucrecia Crescent. Dr. Lucrecia Crescent.
c: sunny gurlukovich-emmerich,
c: abraham van helsing,
c: urahara kisuke,
c: minato namikaze,
†: aizen sousuke