The Outer Divide RP ◄

[There's a purple-haired, robe-clad elven man woman elf tapping at the video screen as if they only had a vague idea of how the communicator was supposed to work. After a moment, they set it down on the ground near their feet, camera facing upwards. The ship, as background, is recognizeable with all the video movement. The elf looks down upon the communicator, looking not particularly happy.]

Probability, on some level, has at least failed in one of its repeated and oft-fantastically-sucessful attempts to throw me into a pit of inconvenience. And yet I can only imagine that this object's activation will only lead to deeper such holes.

[The elf facepalms, apparently taking a moment to think.]

I am indeed aware of this being some sort of recieving and transmitting device, before one makes the assumption that I am speaking to myself. I lack my familiar presently, so it would serve no purpose regardless. I request information, to fix my absence of knowledge regarding this environment. It appears to be Screened against any divination, leaving conventional information requests my immediate recourse. Though if one desired to make things this difficult, one could have not stored my component pouch and spellbook in such an easily-accessible area and been done with it.

[They throw their hands into the air, frustrated.]

To be blunt and repetitive, though the situation somewhat calls for it: Where am I and how would one leave?

[To think this could be escaped with a Plane Shift or (less likely) Greater Teleport, but, well, Conjuration...]