07 February 2013 @ 12:52 am
Greetings.

[ As is usual for Data, his message is simultaneously sent in both video and text formats. ]

There has been a weeding recently and in one week is an event known as "Saint Valentine's Day", a holiday associated with romantic love. It is an occasion in which lovers express their love for each other in a special manner, most often depending on their culture and past.

But what is love? How would you define that feeling? I have been told about love before, but it is a most... complicated emotion and no explanation I have heard truly conveyed an understanding of the feeling.
 
 
[Elizabeth looks rather frazzled, and paying not attention in the slightest to what is going on around her. She doesn't even seem to be aware that she is being filmed through her open dorm door. Instead she's clutching a sheet to her like grim death. No, this is not alright. None of this is alright. Waking up in this place was purely awful.]

Lady Kat? Walsingham? Lord Burghley?

[as far as she knows, she's talking to an empty room. She doesn't want to move to far because this... this thing is not clothing. She cannot go out like this. As a woman she might rule alone, but she was used to people, used to her ladies being only a room away -- and her guards. But as far as she could tell no one was coming. Sitting on her bed, in the small room that certainly wasn't what she was used to, she drew her knees up to her chest.]

Anyone... at all? [she sighs, grumbling under her breath. Not so much scared as... frustrated and overwhelmed. This felt like being in the tower all over again just... cleaner.]