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03 November 2009 at 07:12 pm

[Zelda opens her eyes and moans softly. She is lying on the ground, sprawled on her side. Around her, tall shelves full of books rise up from the floor. She is in the library, and her back is to the windows where the view of the ocean would tell her she is underwater, if she cares to notice.

But for now, her attention is on the strange device attached to her head.]

L…L…Link? Link? Navi? [She fingers the device. It has a screen that covers one of her eyes. There are words written on it…words that don’t make sense. Why is she accused of these crimes? What about Ganondorf?

Ganondorf! Of course! He has taken her prisoner! This list is probably some type of joke from him. Ignoring it for now, Zelda removes the device from her head. After a short inspection, she reasons it must be a Lens of Truth, a magical device able to show her secrets of the visible world that cannot be perceived by the naked eye. There are strange buttons on it too. She begins pushing some absently as she secures the object back on her ear, not really realizing that it allows her voice to broadcast over the network. As she does so, she calls out to Ganondorf.]

Ganondorf! I know you are responsible for this! Show yourself immediately! Mark my words – when Link comes to find me, you will pay for your evil deeds!

((feel free to run into her at the library if you wish))

03 November 2009 at 08:22 pm
[A video feed comes on, showing a girl with all the signs of having woken up not too long ago]

Excuse me, but could I bother someone to tell me the date and time? I missed the morning announcement and my display doesn't seem to be working properly...
video | open | possible action for people near the hospital
02 November 2009 at 04:30 pm
[ There's a lot of white noise - rustling and static and snow - before the video flickers on. It's sitting at an angle, pointed upwards at a tall man, blood-stained bandages all over his upper body. He's sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, being very careful not to wince. He looks around; his face is equal parts angry and suspicious. ]

Rosiel... [ The name is spoken venomously. He tugs his leg and looks down, and there's a sound of clanging metal when he moves it. It's out of view of the camera, but it sounds - and judging by his movements and expressions, looks - like he has something heavy chained to his leg. ]

Pretty elaborate set-up to go through for a poorly conceived mindfuck, if you ask me. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

[ He picks up the device - almost gingerly, like he's afraid it might bite him - and then peers into the camera. There's a bit of a startled expression when he realizes it's recording.]

Who's out there? Answer me right now. I know what's really going on here.