[0001]: Still Alive [Video]

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[There is a series of pops and crackles from the feed, only temporary as the video flickers online. At first, there is a bright orange glow and the soft hum of some other device, however, the communicator device is jostled about a moment before resting on the face of a rather battered looking young woman. You would be too if you didn't realize a certain AI had booby-trapped a certain Stalemate Resolution Button. Her lips are pursed in a straight line as she turns the device about in her hand, her brows slightly knit in confusion.

This device is archaic in her standards--old Aperture archaic.

She looks up from the camera to examine her surroundings before speaking, hesitant, her voice not more than a hoarse whisper.]

H-hello?

[A pause as she looks up again. Maybe a noise caught her attention. She waits before looking into the camera again.]

Where this place?

[Red suddenly blots the video, followed by a somewhat annoyed grunt. Blood from a head injury, apparently. Both audio and video are cut off.]

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[He doesn't worry so much about how his name is pronounced. After all, Chell needs help settling in before worrying about something as silly as that.]

It's a patrol that serves to keep an eye on things outside of the village, so everyone can sleep a little easier. The Fae can be kind of tricky at best, and malevolent at worst, so it pays to be careful.

Anyone is welcome on it. Oh, that reminds me... Did you happen to have a crown made of rowan near you when you woke up? It's kind of an important ward to have. It's not foolproof, but it can save you a lot of trouble.

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[Hn. These fae, whatever they are, sound a lot like a certain AI. She frowns a little at that.

At the mention of a crown, Chell blinks.] I..am not sure. I had this nearby. [She holds up the communicator device.]