Chamber 01 ( ) Video

[statisticallyterrible]

[A loud CRACK opens the feed as the communicator falls to the floor. For a moment, it lies there, recording the underside of a bridge, before there's a pair of noises, vnkoonsh vkshhh--for half an instant, an orange hole opens above the feed, showing through a different angle on the scene, before the recorder begins falling.

The feed tumbles as the device freefalls through a set of glowing holes, one after the other: first thrumming past a line of blue, then orange, then again, falling faster and faster until it's all a blurred tunnel of color. The noise of passing through becomes an oscillating hum, nearing terminal velocity, before another vnkmmp cuts through the drone, and the fall suddenly drastically turns sideways, rocketing through the air until it hits a wall with yet another CRACK.

After a pause, there's the faint sound of footsteps, another warped hiss of bent physics, and gravity reverses under the communicator, falling up through the portal to be caught by the woman standing on the other end. A studying look is cast over the device, eyebrows knit stern together to check for damage. The woman is covered in cuts and bruises, some old and some definitely not, with a worrying bit of dried blood matting her dark hair in a few places. Looks like she's checking to make sure this thing can hold up to her levels of wear and tear.

It only takes a moment for her to recognize that the recording's gone off, and a flash of hesitation passes over her face, before she casts a challenging look at the communicator, eyebrow arched. So she's got an audience--it's no surprise. She can only hope they're enjoying the show.]

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[raisethemoon]

[Luna, meanwhile, has been watching since the beginning. By now, she's leaning forward with obvious interest, cupping her communicator in the curve of her wing rather than holding it with her magic. She only speaks once she sees the woman's realized the device is on.]

That was most interesting. Was it magic?

[statisticallyterrible]

[That's an animal. It's a blue, sparkling animal, and it is talking. Chell's mouth twists as she studies the appearance of the creature on her communicator, taking it in.

All right. So that's a thing that's happening, apparently. Might as well get used to it. The perturbed expression gets mostly hidden away, and she wordlessly raises her other hand--clutched in it is a rather fancy, high-tech gun, its central shaft glowing orange at the moment.]

[raisethemoon]

Ah. I might have known. Humans do seem much more inclined towards technology.

Forgive my curiosity - I am Princess Luna, of Equestria. And I can assure thee that thou art not hallucinating my presence. [Yeah she gets that a lot.] My dear sister and two of our citizens are also trapped in this place, quite as real as I.

[statisticallyterrible]

[The fuzzy little kupo guys did a well enough job indicating this place would have some more bizarre inhabitants.

Still, the word trapped deepens her frown, and she taps at her head. This is all a dream, isn't it? So it should all be fake anyway.]

[raisethemoon]

[She shrugs, the motion jarring the communicator a little; it becomes engulfed in a faint blue glow instead as she folds her wings back at her sides.]

'Tis quite unlike any dream in my experience. As Princess of the Night, guarding my ponies' dreams is an old duty, one which I hath held for many centuries. But of course, I suppose it may also be something quite new - I had never encountered Dream Eaters ere waking here, for example.

[eternalfrolicbond]

Hey, are you okay over there? You look kind of beat up.

[Lea really wants to know what was up with the communicator, but he's more worried that the lady might need some help.]

[statisticallyterrible]

[You'd think she'd be less bewildered by the person than the talking animal, wouldn't you. For a long moment, she stares, mouth tight and brow drawn. Is it a trick?

Finally, she gives a slow nod, and a shrug. She's suffered worse, probably.]

[eternalfrolicbond]

I'm Lea. If you need help, I can come over and give you a hand.

[He wasn't totally sure where she was, but he was sure he could find her.]

[statisticallyterrible]

[Another pause, before she rolls her shoulder in another shrug. The feed turns to show the bridge she'd been using to give the communicator a test run, and a few nearby buildings. If he wants, he can try and navigate there. She doubts she really needs his help, though.]

[onehandsomeslickninja]

Where's whoever did that to you, and how much help do you want making them pay?

[This casual question is punctuated by the hiss of metal as he draws his swords.]

[statisticallyterrible]

[Right, she can't help but snort at that, and simply points a finger upwards to the dark, empty sky. Either that's where her recent tormentor is, or they're going to have a hell of a time punishing gravity for giving her a bad fall.]

[onehandsomeslickninja]

...you fell here, instead of waking up?

...I didn't even get a chance to use the 'falling from heaven' line and already it's spoiled...

[statisticallyterrible]

[Her eyebrows go up. Really? That was a joke, right? He's joking.

Thoroughly unimpressed, she turns her hand back and forth--he got it close enough, at least. Fell into here, fell then woke up, woke up then fell, it's all more or less the same.]

[dork_of_keys]

[After the abuse of the communicator, the first things Sora takes note of is that this woman's hurt. Sora doesn't like seeing people hurt, even strangers.]

Hey are you okay?

[statisticallyterrible]

[Is everyone here so weirdly concerned? A twinge of suspicion deepens her frown as she looks the kid over, and gives a slow nod. ]

[dork_of_keys]

[Well, most of the people present are the type to be concerned when someone shows up hurt.]

If you're sure...

[Closer inspection, at least as much as viewing over the communicator allows, makes it more apparent that the wounds don't seem to be serious. That some are fresher than others is a concern, but it doesn't look like she wants to talk about it. Perhaps another time...]

Anyway, I'm Sora. If you need anything, everyone here is usually pretty helpful even if some of them are kind of surly.

[There's an indignant squeak off screen. Apparently Bruce is assuming that Sora's including him in the surly bunch.]

[statisticallyterrible]

[A small snort. Surly, she can handle. It's the helpfulness that has her off kilter.

Still, she nods again, and glances over towards the direction of the chittering. Maybe the attitudes will balance each other out, a bit.]

[colorbymemory]

[Namine blinks in surprise at the opening of the transmission, then her eyes widen in surprise and concern.]

Ummm...The Potion is supposed to help if you're hurt.

[statisticallyterrible]

[Is it now. Chell sizes up the girl through the screen; she's less concerned by concussions than this sudden influx of apparent humans worrying over her safety.]

[colorbymemory]

[Yes it is, and why wouldn't Namine be worried. Chell looks like she needs a Potion.]

You can drink it, nothing to worry about.

[statisticallyterrible]

[She can't recall ever asking for Namine's opinion on the matter, but it's not like she can deny its truth besides. She reaches into the pack provided, and pulls out the Potion. This the one you're talking about?]

[sailorlaughter]

[Gaaaaaaasp!]

Can I do that?

[statisticallyterrible]

[Another one okay that's cool no big Hold on, do what? She blinks at the pink thing, uncertain what to make of the question.]

[sailorlaughter]

YOU know! The woooo-wooooo-wooooo-woooo-WOOOOOO thing!

[She whips her head up and down in time with the woo-ing.]

[statisticallyterrible]

[The... portals. She wants to go through the portals. More staring, then turning the stare onto the portal gun.

On the one hand, there's no reason not to. On the other... this thing is pink in far to many ways for Chell to handle.

Finally, Chell gives a shrug of acquiescence.]