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It could be argued that Zelda needed the sleep provided by a coma and perhaps indeed she did. Whatever the case, she wakes on what is, unbeknownst to her, the second day of a rather mind-bending flood. Slow to rise, she feels drowsy and heavy-limbed and maybe even a little euphoric in a strange way.

Three steps out into the hallway and she knows something odd is certainly afoot, but nevertheless she continues to the dining hall because she is, naturally, absolutely famished. The sea of unfamiliar faces she's met with is... unsettling, to say the least, enough that she packs up a plate and heads back to her own room to eat without even so much as a glance toward the table where her sister usually leaves those scrumptious desserts.

Network - Video
[ Addled enough to forget her manners, Zelda is already well into her dinner when the video begins, a half-eaten roll visible in her hand and her lipstick ever so slightly smudged. ]

I've just woken from what I believe to be some sort of spell, though I haven't the faintest idea who might have cursed me---and I would be much more concerned about that if not for the fact that I've just been to the dining hall and found it full of strangers.

[ Having no idea how long she was asleep, it has just in this moment occurred to her that the ship could have potentially experienced a total turnover in personnel. Her expression changes; there is clear panic in her eyes, and in her voice when she speaks next: ]

Has anyone seen my sister?!

Private to Hilda - Voice

[ She sounds frantic, undone and still utterly annoyed all at once:]

Hildegard Antoinette Spellman, answer me at once. I've just woken up, I've no idea what in the name of Lucifer is going on aboard this ship but I--- [and her voice breaks then, uncharacteristically so] I need to know you're still here, please...