[The bracelet comes on with a young woman - a short one, no less - in a blue dress, and a a blood-splattered apron. She stands there tensely, contrasted by her blue dress and blood splatters against the desaturated scene. A look of mixture of disbelief and resentment comes across her face.]

How very curious... What is this nonsense about "color"? What sort of color? It's not that simple of painting white roses read, that is for certain. What sort of place is this Asgard?

Hmph. [She mutters under her breath, meant to be hidden from those who would watch this aren't meant to hear it.] This isn't an improvement, at all.

I suppose it would be too much to ask to have a real answer? Or perhaps I've finally gone mad.

[IMPORTANT OOC NOTE: Alice is resetted, sort of speak. She will not have prior memories of her CR or her time before. If you have questions or concerns, please leave me a message on my HMD. Thank you!]