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redacted_error[The feed flickers, showing stone, no doubt the exterior wall surrounding the mansion. It would seem fairly ordinary, if not entirely uninteresting, except for the white stone was bordering a view of the sky with the town below. A painting maybe? But it is far too realistic. An orange rim surrounds the picture.
It worked. [The utterance is quick and soft, but there is no hiding the excitement creeping into her voice.
She backs up several steps, showing an electric blue frame, also depicting the sky and town--albeit a different part of it. She throws a rock towards the orange frame, and the viewer might expect the picture inside to break, vanish, or simply reject the projectile. Instead, it comes flying out of the blue frame. She repeats again, aiming for the blue frame, and it flies from the orange.]
The portal gun still works.
It worked. [The utterance is quick and soft, but there is no hiding the excitement creeping into her voice.
She backs up several steps, showing an electric blue frame, also depicting the sky and town--albeit a different part of it. She throws a rock towards the orange frame, and the viewer might expect the picture inside to break, vanish, or simply reject the projectile. Instead, it comes flying out of the blue frame. She repeats again, aiming for the blue frame, and it flies from the orange.]
The portal gun still works.
