[The feed clicks on without the usual burst of static from Liadrin's communicator to something that has been previously recorded and is only just now being broadcast onto the network. ]
Liadrin-- or rather, her younger self-- is sitting nestled up against the younger living Kel'thuzad, cradling a book and discussing the problem of magic in this world and the lack thereof. After a few moments of this sappy nonsense, the recording ends to show Liadrin in her present-day form, staring wide-eyed and horrified into the comm with her mouth wide open.]
.......
[She screams as the feed goes black.]
WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE LIGHT IS THIS!?!!
[ooc: This was recorded during
the timeswap log and rolled around in her communicator until now. She is not happy. ,_, ]