[ Gwen is sewing.

There is so much time to fill these days that she takes these projects, uses them to pass her hours and keep her mind occupied with simple things rather than her worries and lord knows she has plenty.

In her lap, a dress is laid, more of a gown of silks in shades of royal blue and lighter blue. It is an impressive piece, one she is working on for many weeks on from the look of her fingers, she had poked herself with the needle more than once.

Still she works, sewing what looks like a golden embodiment on the edges.

Beside her is a cup of tea and actually, it's not the gown she wants to talk about. ]

It's rather brilliant.

[ she takes the cup, sips her tea. ]

Are they really tea-leaves? I have never heard of any leaves that can make something so wonderful. In Camelot we only have water and if you're fortunate you have milk.

[ and ale and mead and wine, but Gwen never tried those. ]

N-not that I mind the milk and the water. Or Camelot, really, I miss it quite often but -

[ she's doing it again isn't she? the babbling. She stops, smiles. ]

It is rather brilliant. Where can one find those...tea leaves? Where do they grow?

Being human for that long was...let's go with "a learning experience."

However everything seems to have been returned to normal, and no lasting harm has been done. Being able to fly again puts me in a good enough that I think I shall share with you now the results of some research I have been working on for a while now with Crucible. Behold!

[The dragon gestured dramatically, finishing a ritual he had stopped just short of completion before starting the video. The camera panned up to show the ever present rainclouds.

For a minute, it wasn't clear what was happening, just the normal gray skies. Eventually, however, it became clear that the clouds were brightening. Both in the video AND in real life outside of your window. After another few minutes, Exsilium was treated so something that it hadn't seen in a long time: Natural sunlight. Clouds all over the city are starting to break up, drenching exsilium in the watery sunlight of late winter that was till brighter than anything they normally got. The wet earth glinted, and eventually started lightly steaming as it heated up.]

Naturally it won't last forever, an hour or two on the outside, but it is a nice change from the normal gloom, isn't it? For appropriate compensation, I might be convinced to repeat this trick again in the future on request.

[It's been eating at him since he got here, and no amount of ignoring the problem had made it disappear from his mind. He'd tried to find information about it here, but he found these devices baffling and the library not much help in the matter.

He turns on the tablet and stares into it, face uncertain and anxious despite the mask of nonchalance]

Have...any of you ever heard of a group called Duratek?

I was told once, in my own world, that they sought to find a way to come there and steal our resources. They sent a man to sabotage our keep, like cowards, and killed many people within it. [One of which was nearly his father, and the memory causes more anxiety than he'd like to admit] I don't know if your United Earth would do such a thing, but their goal sounds the same to me.

They came from Earth as well, but I cannot find any mention of them. I wonder if maybe they are the same group in disguise. Maybe even hope. Because that may mean there are not one but two such threats to my land.

[When the feed clicks on, it broadcasts the voice of a teenage girl. One that's cold, angry, and deliberate, and becomes progressively louder as time goes on.]

I don't care. I won't do it. I won't-- [She cuts off, maybe as if she's changing her mind about whatever she's trying to do.

If there were to be any addition to that last thought, though, it's going to forever remain a mystery. After that small blip of words, there's nothing but silence over the feed. At least, nothing until...--

WHAM!

For the inhabitants of 901? Yes, that was the sound of a tablet being thrown against a bedroom wall.

You're welcome.]


[[OOC: Open both over the network and action for roommates! Responses will be somewhat ICly delayed :')]]

So who here would class themselves as a 'Wizard' and is interested in a fantastic creation known as Wiz-Con?

[Because this 16 year old sure does want to lure you all to her apartment.]

[An edit is tagged on five minutes later:]

People who are mages or sorcerers or any other type of magical talent also count!!

[His face appears on the feed, slightly off-center and highlighting an impressive scowl marring an otherwise delicately built face framed by curtains of long black hair. Mostly, this is because the person handling it isn’t quite sure what to do with this device.]

Grotty thing…

[It shifts again, this time centering on the young man that face belongs to. It's easier to see now that he's wearing black armor over a high-collared black tunic and a silver circlet on his brow. He eyes the tablet speculatively]

Listen to me, whoever you are. I am prince of the crown of Calavan and I will not be your pawn or anyone else’s.

They couldn't at least bloody ask before they took us away from our own worlds? Maybe you'd even get volunteers.

[It was frustrating, because he understood the nature of the threat. He'd probed the greeter and found that her story was true. Or at least, believed that it was. It didn't make him any less suspicious, considering the last people he encountered with this sort of device had sabotaged Calavere's towers and left dozen dead. It was luck that his father wasn't more severely injured.

Additionally, he knew he might even be better off here, out of reach of both the Witches and the Warriors of Vathris.

But that didn't make him any happier about it, either.]