asgardeventide | 1st Dance

[There's an intense fiddling of the camera feed.]

Hello? [fiddle-fiddle] Oh...dear gods, how do you work this damn thing? Do they seriously expect me to learn something like this so quickly? If they claim to know about me and my world, they'd know I can't grasp these human technologies well...

I wonder, am I supposed to just....[finger in the screen] poke this gemstone? Why would anyone make a communication device out of a piece of jewelry...?

[the feed finally settles into proper view] Wonderful...I think I have it. Can anyone see this?

[She smiles sweetly, but her words carry a dangerous undertone] This has probably been asked many, many times, but if there is a way to return home, I'd appreciate being let in on it. I have very important duties to attend to.

Possibly life shattering, impending-doom-of-the-world duties. I realize I should be extremely grateful for, ah, being given the opportunity to help make this dank world flourish with my talent, but I fear my own duties are more important.

Alright? Alright! Thanks so much. [and that may be the most sinister smile you have ever seen]

[She thinks she's cut off the video feed. Nope.]

Honestly. This so ridiculous. What a bunch of amateurs.