outer_divide | First Weaving: The Wheel Weaves [Video/Action if you want it]

Well this was new. New and mildly disconcerting, to be truthful. As she stepped naked from her pod, Lanfear couldn't help but look around with wide eyes, bewilderment plain on her face. Shaking her head, she rubbed her temple, shutting her eyes as she thought back. She'd been talking to Lews Therin's reincarnation...and then the Soulless and the Trollocs came. And then...nothing. The next thing she could recall was the inside of that small cell.

No, not a cell. That was even more apparent as she looked around the chamber. A pod. Like something Balthamel might have come up with. Something from before the War. When? How? Her eyes darted around the dimly lit interior, taking it all. No, not a room. This was some sort of...ship? A Sho-Wing? Or perhaps like one of the great Observation Spheres. Surely not, though, those had all been destroyed after she'd been sealed. And those were feats far, far beyond the feeble minds of the present Age to duplicate. What was going on?

Stepping forward, she almost stumbled on the footlocker at her feet, a sneer forming on her lips as she read the nameplate. Mierin Eronaile. With a snarl she grasped the Source and felt the heat of it filling her, the gentle thrum of Saidar pulsing through her and sighed. That was always easier than grasping the Dark One's power, less painful in it's own way, though the weaves were slightly weaker. But enough for this. Liquid fire poured from her fingertips, incinerating the plaque and leaving nothing but a molten puddle on the floor. That name no longer had any meaning. And none need even know such a name ever existed.

Still holding the Power, Lanfear began to weave her disguise, her shape changing from ripe maturity to the blossom of youth. Selene. That face would do quite nicely. Wherever this was, looking a little vulnerable probably would be a boon. Rifling through the contents of her box, the Chosen found her gown, the angreal she always wore, and a few other trinkets she'd had on her when she'd visited the Stone. And a strange mirror with some sort of crude type-set attached. Like something from...so, so long ago. Before the Hundred Companions had sealed her away and Broken the world in their madness. An act she still intended to repay if any of those fools descendants yet lived. But that was a thought for another time she mused as she dressed.

The mirror was a small thing to understand, but as she perused this "network" one thing became quite clear. She was not in her world anymore. How she'd arrived and how to return were both matters that would need addressing. Which meant dealing with the local inhabitants. And that meant leaving this ship and speaking to the wretches. Or...using this network. That might provide a few answers. Yes...a bit of false distress. That would do nicely. Her gown shifted, becoming voluminous and thick. A touch of modesty would do no harm, either...

[She begins her broadcast simply, a beautiful young woman with dark hair and thick robes appearing wide-eyed over the network. Her voice trembles, from fear or despair it might be hard to say. But this woman is definitely not taking this well. The angle of the camera plainly shows the interior of the ship, the woman huddled in a corner, staring at the recording device]

W-where am I? I...have no idea where I am. Light, I was just...out for a picnic and I f-fell asleep. And now I'm here. Where...wherever here is. Can someone out there help me? Please? I'm so frightened and I-I don't know what's going on. I have gold, if you need. Just help me...

[She leans over, peering uncertainly at the feed...waiting for an answer. Inwardly, her face is a mask of amusement. Someone with a kind heart, or a craven fool seeking easy prey would surely answer that call, a noble maiden in distress. The former would be easy enough to fool, and the latter simple enough to leave in a tattered heap. And either would leave her in a better position than when she started...]

(ooc: Feel free to actionspam as well as network her, all I ask is that any action come after her little "meltdown")

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Has Thor Odinson found his way to you yet?

No. He has not.

[Curious...a strong sounding woman?]

I doubt I could reach you on foot faster than he can fly. But if you wish I will maintain communication with you until he comes.

My name is Mulan.

That...would be appreciated, Mulan.

I am Selene.

Greetings to you, Selene.

Obviously you've just woken up. How are you feeling?

Weary and...uneasy.

[Quite fine actually.]

Is that normal? These...queasy feelings?

Perhaps. It's different for everyone, I think. But it's rarely very easy.

I...see. Have you been awake long? Do you know any more about how we came to this other world? As I've gathered that this is such.

A few months. The story goes that the ship was built by some unknown group, who crashed it here a long time ago. None of them are left alive, and there is no real record of who they were or what they were doing - what they intended for us.

That is a...distressing thought. Taken without my knowledge...from a nap, surrounded by guards.

[Or a conversation with Rand Al'thor...]

And I was walking through the wilderness with my traveling companion. I've no idea how our long lost captors went about gathering us so secretly. I would guess magic, but many others insist that they seemed to prefer technology.

[She shudders. Unknown magic and technology...]

I...that is a disturbing thought. But what of this world? Are there safe places?

I'm afraid that depends on what you consider safe. But the settlement most of us have come to live in is almost entirely so. And it has amenities here.

There is more about this world I could attempt to explain. It depends on how much you want to know.

I...would like to know about the environment. What manner of beasts should I expect? And what do you know of this dome?

Large ones, and they can be dangerous. Though...more than a few I know have managed to tame some for their own uses. [It still bemuses her even now to think on it.] If you stay in town though you will likely see none of them.

The dome I know exists as a barrier between us and those who dwell within it. They are our enemies, and consider themselves something of our rulers in absentia. Conflict with them directly is mostly avoidable but there are still reasons to be cautious.

I...will keep that in mind. Thank you, Lady Mulan.

[Stay in town, away from the dome. That makes sense...and she'd be worried if she wasn't certain of herself.]

You are most welcome. I am only sorry that I cannot answer your questions as thoroughly as some of the others might. But there seems to be an unofficial system in place to provide information to new arrivals.

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