Video;

[inmemoriae]

[There's a sound of a breath before the video comes into focus. She might look a bit familiar to anyone that's met the other Zelda--but only marginally. She's dressed in a white dress, a bit ragged, bare shoulders only serving to highlight a golden hawk necklace draped about her neck.]

I know many of us are here without planning for it but...How many of us feel we need back home? How many of us left something important behind, something we needed to see through to the very end?

I suppose this is not the best way to introduce myself, but I--shared experiences can help one feel more comfortable. I am...My name is Zelda. If anyone has met others from a place called Hyrule, I would appreciate knowing they are here, that they are safe...

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[mettatronic]

[Ooh-hoo-hoo, do so, dear! Mettaton loves being stared at!

Seriously, he's very aware that she's doing that! Aaaand for it, he keeps eye contact pinned...!

Brows held high in a look of utter restful self-contentment. A quirk of a brow on the echoing of the word "glitz".

But then!]

Oh?

[His eyes flit widened slightly in... mock(?) taken-abacked-ness...! A hand flitting, likewise, up in front of his mouth.]

Now, don't tell me you don't have the everlasting source of sparkle that is star power-driven programming back where you come from! [Smile back on clear - index finger pointing up with a light snap.] Or -- gasp! -- that you've never even owned a TV, you poor, poor dear!

[...Did you just -- yes. Yeeeees, of course you did. You actually said "gasp".]