[Zenobia is laying on her bed, wearing a nightgown rather than her normal garb. Little does she know that the vine has wormed its way through her window and is recording her.]

Hehehehe. [She hugs her pillow, giggling and sighing.] Oh damn... it is so wonderful. Eeeeeeeeeeeee. [She rolls around on her bed, kicking her legs and generally acting childish, before accidentally rolling off of her bed and on to the floor.]

[After taking a moment to recover from the fall and reposition herself so her wing isn't being pinned to the ground, Zenobia decides to just lay on the floor for a moment, giggling to herself, blushing, and clasping her hands together. She still has no idea that she's being recorded.]

((OOC: For those of you in Beaumont, feel free to go to Action and respond from the hall or directly step into the room. For everyone else, there is video :D ))

[the feed starts up close up on a girl's face. Kyoko is grinning, looking a bit frightening. after a moment or two she takes a step backward.]

I'm bored. Really bored. And it feels weird to not have anything to fight anymore. Surely some of you people from other worlds are good fighters, too, right? Any of you wanna try being my sparring partner?

I'll warn you, though. I won't go easy on you.

I'm sure you all know my birthday is coming up soon! And for you aliens—that's the Fourth of July, the day I declared independence from some loser.

Haha, so! Who wants to throw a surprise party for me? I want to be really shocked, y'know! [ A wink! ] Or you can just tell me what presents you're all gonna get for me. People I've never talked to are allowed to get me presents too.

[ She pauses and has a puzzled expression. ] ... It feels like I'm forgetting something today...

[There is a look of absolute bliss on the woman's face. Her features soft, her brown eyes dark and liquid in a face turned golden by the sun. Those who know her, who she is and what she does, will know this look well. Perhaps it will strike a chord in others as well, those with addictions that consume their minds and wrack their veins.

The dreamdust stains on her face are dark, as always, and her attention is clearly not on the vine, though she is very slowly drawn by the glitter of the mirror, her gaze pausing one the grass and on the flowers, the birds hanging from the breeze, but she is drawn. Her reaction is one of languid curiosity, rising from where she is seated to take graceful steps--(catlike from the balls of her feet, the curves of her legs visible in the flutter of her loose skirts)--towards the glass.

She touches it slowly, letting her fingertips walk the reflective surface, teasing the vines of the leaves with a sensual amusement, a smile curving her lips. But her dark eyes dart very suddenly to the glass and she coos,]

Please, don't be sorrowful, my loves.

[The way her mouth moves does not match what the vine translates. Her English is quite fluent, but she is not using it now, speaking from the heart--(the burning bright aether of her soul)--in her mother tongue.]

It was wrong, that your nightmares be brought into the waking world. Please. [She breathes this word, as if being rejected in her care might break her heart; and it would.] Please, tell me if your heart is wounded.

[She closes her eyes, leaning against the mirror, listening to something that only she can hear.]

I can help you, darling. Please, speak.


[[ooc; see abilities, as well as past examples of what Fela has done. It is perfectly fine to move to action. If she ends up putting your character to sleep (which she can do, easily) and moving your character's dreams, please remember it's your character, you must detail the setting for me to work with. I am also perfectly fine with just talking. stoned!Fela is entertaining to play.]]