( video. )

( G'day, garden dwellers. As is perhaps something of a familiar sight by now: it's Ellie! In a tree. She's actually still climbing this one, and she's deliberately caught the vines attention to direct it towards some eggs. Apparently she's invading the orchard, today. )

Hey, Em. That's the kind, right? ( Muttered to herself: ) Dunno why you'd ever want different kinds of eggs.
( She suspects it might have been a ploy to get her out of the house and away from trying to remember the recipe for Anzac biscuits, most of which involves plaguing Em with endless questions about cookies.

With a glance at the vine, she shrugs a bit. May as well get them either way - eggs are eggs, right? So she's back to adjusting her weight, starting to move further along the branch, and then there's an almighty snapping sound, followed by an undignified 'agh!' and the sound of more branches breaking.




And this new sight would be Ellie on the ground, looking slightly winded as she looks up at the tree. Ow. Ow. Nothing broken, but what the hell, traitor tree. ) God.



( action. )
( Ellie is dusting herself off, rolling her shoulders and circling the tree. And scowling. We can't forget the scowling, now, can we? )

[A young woman with a leathery wing growing out of her left shoulder appears in the mirror. She seems absolutely fascinated with her surroundings as she runs her hands over the vine and the mirror's surface.]

Er, hello? I'm not sure how this works. Can anyone hear me? My name is Zenobia. I seem to have been freed from my imprisonment and transported here. I'm not sure what's going on, but I assume I have this "Queen of Hearts" to thank? [Zenobia bows deeply, looking sincere even with the excited grin on her face.] I'm indebted to you.

And... can someone explain exactly where I am? At first I thought I was in some sort of paradise, but then I spotted some odd looking mechanical constructs. Are they dangerous?

[Whoever hears this, they will probably jump because it's so loud.]

Who is responsible for this?! No one just ups and kidnaps me! No one! Especially not when I was in the middle of something important.

Whoever the hell you are, show yourself. Now. And I may just grant you the mercy of a quick death.

[Vitalia is attempting to keep several small potted plants away from a small party of the new robotic overlords (some of whom are carrying the shards of ex-potted plants). This is fairly difficult with only one arm available.]

Oh dear... These automatons certainly do make a nuisance of themselves, don't they? I've lost several specimens to them now! I shan't begrudge anyone their efforts at progress, but I do wish their creator would be a bit more responsible with them. Honestly!

I've overheard some of you saying you could reason with them... Might I request a bit of assistance from you? I'm afraid I've met with no success in my attempts at discourse.