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i; accidental video // be more cruel, love, and so be kind

[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.]

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[It's not very often for the march warden to allow his curiosity to gain the better of him, but it does. Is this woman aware that the video is on? It would seem as if she doesn't considering her demeanor now. The poor woman looks as if she's scared out of her wits or at least frustrated. Such emotions are quite common for all those who reside within the tower.]

...My lady? [He calls to her quietly in hopes of not startling her.] Is all well?

[The words are at least familiar. But as to where are they coming from...

She looks up, alarmed, wondering what man would dare enter her presence without invitation when she wasn't even dressed properly.]

Who goes there? [she honestly has no idea where the voice is coming from. She can't see anyone.] Are you a spectre?

I'm here. [He states with no clue as of how she's capable of communicating with him and the rest of the Network. Was there a computer terminal somewhere near? There must be.] Search for a "screen" of some kind, and you shall find me.

[Haldir still doesn't know how to explain this sort of technology. He never really liked the computers much. Especially since they're a "gift" from the Administrators.]

[There was that same look down at herself, this sheet would apparently have to do. But apparently there was nothing else for it. How Norfolk would laugh. How her ladies would too.]

Alright... [strange faraway voice, she'll do what you say.] Screen as in... glass? [she kept walking, tentatively poking her head out the door, trying to see if there was anyone else around. Then for a 'screen' that he might mean.] Screen, screen.

[hopefully she was getting closer to him. Hopefully.]

Yes, like the glass of a window.

[He could hear her getting closer by every second.]

Keep going towards the end of the hall.

[If he wasn't currently on one of the upper floors, Haldir would've just appeared before her.]

You're... very kind to me, Master Spectre. [Well, glass of a window, she could work with. Could keep looking for until she finally... found it. Or what she thought was it. Good god it was a foreign as everything else in this place. Staring at it a moment longer.]

Is... that you? [Never mind his appearance she couldn't... figure out how a portrait could move in such a way. Very slowly she touched the screen where his face was and then dropped her hand away.] My God, what devilry is this?

[Blink, blink. April watches the woman for a few moments, before she speaks up.]

... Hello? Do you need any help?

[Elizabeth looks around alarmed at the voice. She can't tell where it's come from, and it certainly isn't her room. Getting off the bed, she took the sheet with her. Wrapped up in it rather than... whatever this was.]

My lady...? [it was a woman she heard, someone at least. That was better than sitting in her room empty.]

Ah, hello! Um... [Let's see, April has no clue if she would know what a terminal is, so best to explain this in a different way.] ... Look for a device that has a moving picture, in the hallway. I'm talking to you from there.

[She keeps going until she finds.

Well a moving picture. She's a woman whose seen only of court after all. Seen many, many beautiful things at court too. But she's never seen this -- and for a moment she stares.] How... how are you -- what devilry is this?

[April gives her a small, sheepish smile.] It's not, um, devilry... It's a device, which allows people to talk to each other if they're not in the same area.

[She can't help but touch, it's too unreal.]

But I can see your face, clearer than a portrait. Your voice. How do you make letters speak?

It's, ah... A bit hard to explain from here, but it's all to do with electricity and technology... [Pause as she tilts her head.]

...Um, is it okay if I go and meet you where you are?

[ Oh hey! This is a perfect opportunity to show others he can be a helpful person too! ] Welcome to the tower.

[She's sort of figured out where these... screen things are now. Not that she's fond of them.]

... Could you... explain to me what this place is? [clinging to her sheet, so damn uncomfortable. But that can come after she's sorted this all out.]

It's a... tower. Where apparently there's these 'admins' or whoever who like to have fun with us residents.

Resident? Who would dare take advantage of a -- [and then she bit her tongue. Because she didn't know enough. Think, Elizabeth, think. No guards, no soldiers. Not even a lady. A Queen alone was a queen defenceless. That was foolish when she knew no one's intentions.]

Who would dare take advantage of a innocent woman in such a way?

[ ... ] The world is full of bad people, lady.

[She sighed.] I know that. That is neither new nor particular to any place.

I mean in particular, why myself and why here?

None of use known why we're here. [ He shrugs, adding-- ] You're not special-- just like us. You're a prisoner.

[That. That wasn't alright. That forced her straight up, mind numb with fear that forced her to think in a way she hated.]

By whose authority are we -- since we are all the same -- imprisoned? By what charge?

And what verdict will be passed? [she really means to ask will they be executed. Because that in the end is what she understands imprisonment to mean.

No. God no. Not again. She'd done so much to be thrown back into that awful uncertain place, she could not bear it.]

[ Another shrug. ] Well... there are some admins around. Here, let me give you this-- [ Here, he'll be sending this to her. ] It'll explain some things. I don't think we're going to be executed permanently. Apparently death doesn't work right here.

[Give her a minute, she's got a lot of reading to do. Not that she does it all now, skims half of it the way she does statepapers.]

So this is not in the fashion of a normal imprisonment at all. If there is no verdict passed... [right, throwing that analogy out the window. She sighs.] Yet apparently we must undergo tortures.

This is most strange.

[ All he says in response? ]

You're telling me.

[Oh, he can see into one of the dormitories. Someone must have just left the terminal.]

[--shoot, it's a woman.

He quickly makes to click away but--]

[Those names. That's...that's uncanny.

He keeps watching, despite his morals. He can make out red hair in the video.]

[As she figures out her way to the terminals, it becomes evident that this woman is the spitting image of-- of someone he'd lost long, long ago. And she has spoken of others who have similarly been lost to time (but none so important to him as she).

There's a very heavy weight in his chest that's slowly pulling his heart down into his stomach. Not her. Not here.

Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's trickery of the Tower (of course, that's what he thought about America, as well). Maybe she's like Ruler -- some unrecognisable new version of an older entity. Maybe she's just some random redhead woman from centuries ago that happens to look and sound like her.

Maybe she's anyone except the person England is trying to convince himself he's not seeing.]

[When he finally brings himself to respond on his end, he opts for just voice. He's-- he's not ready for a face-to-face confrontation.]

My lady.

[Despite himself, there's a slight tremble to his voice. He thus clears his throat before continuing.] It may- pardon, if I may offer some advice-- you might be interested in the contents of the trunk, at the foot of your bed.

[It doesn't take a genius to see how she's holding that sheet around her.]

[She's utterly elated when he replies, because he's telling her something useful.]

Oh yes, yes of course. I should of looked there first. [But this was a little too much when she was in a room like she'd never even seen.] My thanks, my lord. [whoever he is.]

... May I ask what place it is I've found myself?

[Oh no he wasn't prepared for that. He's thankful she can't see the way his hand comes to rest over his heart.]

I do not require thanks, rest assured.

You've found yourself in a place called 'tower designation animus'. Have you read the notes by your bed? They're hardly very detailed, but they inform you of the basics.

You've been more help to me than most so far. It is very appreciated. [she really does look miserable at the moment, but the smile is there and it is thankful.]

No... I have not yet, I shall do so after I get... dressed again.

It would be nothing short of cold for me to withhold assistance where I can give it. [At least when it comes to the tower. He doesn't want her getting killed.]

If you would like to get dressed first, I shall be here when you return. There's-- quite a bit you'll need to know from here on out.

--and, ah- ensure the door closes properly behind you. [It's a trivial concern (hell, her ladies dressed her every day), but he doesn't want the whole of the network seeing her.]

[Lancer gives a quick whistle at the pretty redhead on the monitor.]

...Sorry, don't think I've met anyone who goes by those things.

[The whistling just makes her stiffen. No man would dare --]

Well, that is that then.

I'll keep an eye out.

[A pause.]

You just arrived, didn't you?

I did.

[she's fiddling with the sheet.] Wherever this place is.

It's a Tower. I've heard that it's called Animus. The people who run this place brought all of us here. They claim that our worlds were destroyed...

[He pauses, letting all this sink in.]

But I don't believe them.

[her mind latches onto a single thing.]

Destroyed... what to you mean destroyed?

I mean they make it sound like our worlds are gone and everything on it is dead. And that we're the only ones left.

[He still can't completely buy it, even given the nightmarish visions that the viewing scopes had shown him.]

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