[The lady looking curiously into the camera could have just stepped out of a time machine, or a nuclear bunker that's been sealed up for the last sixty years. She's dressed in a luxurious velvet evening dress and her pin curls are draped elegantly round her face, which is full of nervous excitement as she glances round her. She's still a little bewildered by her surroundings, but she's clearly trying to make the best of them.]

Is this on? [A small, delighted laugh.] I never thought I'd be able to film anything like this - that's just for big time Hollywood people. This place sure is great, having this sort of technology readily available. It's so futuristic.

[She pans the camera round the Square briefly, before the shot returns to her face, looking a little more confused now.] Is there one of these buildings that's better than the others? To live in, I mean. I can't tell just by looking - is there one that the right sort of people tend to go for, or do I just plump for one and make the best of it? ...If there's one that's known for housing troublemakers, I'd rather avoid it.

[Now she adopts her most charming smile.]And if this really has worked and people can actually see me on this, then I've been awfully rude in not telling you my name. It's Ruby. I've figured by now that I'm probably stuck here, but if there actually is a bus back to New York that I could catch, I'd appreciate being pointed in the right direction.

[Oh look, another video. Only this seems to be possibly accidental or at the very least not very well managed - the device appears to have fallen from somewhere onto a carpet and there's not much to be seen save some table legs, a few empty but clean bookshelves, and a pair of socked feet.

That appear to have, somehow, a part of the metal chair legs wrapped around them.

The chair jumps, slightly, and the device jumps with it - now we can see Charles! He...doesn't look happy. In fact, he looks rather like the chair decided to hug him. Very tightly.]

Erik. Lehnsherr!

[Charles grunts with the effort of apparently trying to free himself from this chair. How does a chair manage to do that anyway?]

You cannot simply haul people from public [thump] establishments [thump] and then TIE THEM TO CHAIRS [thump] without their consent and say it's for their own sodding good [thump] and LEAVE THEM THERE!

[Charles is clearly attempting to tip the chair or knock it into something and having a bit of difficulty with this. Maybe because he's so busy being incensed.]

What are you going to do, anyway? [thump] Yank all the fillings out of everyone's teeth [thump] in the grocery until they tell you what you want to know? [thump] Since when do you care about strangers [thump] to begin --

[The back legs of the chair don't land at quite the same time and suddenly the chair tumbles to the right. That sound? Isn't pleasant. Though he doesn't seem to have broken anything.]

Bloody fucking hell.

Erik! Get back here and let me free of this damned chair or so help me I will never speak to you - [With a grunt of effort Charles manages to get the chair onto it's back and off of his arm, but this also knocks the feed out.

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ooc; AND BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT and forgot to mention, Charles is clearly affected by negative-tea! Feel free to have had your character notice the grocery store full of people bickering at each other and then Erik dragging Charles out of there by the coat.]

 [What is this? A video? A video in which Charles is neither screaming his head off nor waving his intellect around at all and sundry?

Bless.

Actually this appears to be accidental - there's the noise of a tea kettle being quickly removed from heat, that buildup of a whine abruptly cut off and sloshing of water in a metal container. Most of the frame is occupied by the kitchen counter, a deep blue ceramic teapot, a jar of loose leaf tea and half of Charles' upper body - button up shirt with rolled up sleeves pushed past his elbows - sort of puttering around in the immediate area.

Loose leaf tea goes into a small metal tea straining ball, ball goes into the teapot, kettle pours hot water into teapot, kettle is returned to stove out of frame. Charles reaches up into a cabinet to obtain a cup, takes it down - 

and drops it, suddenly, where it rolls off the counter and quietly shatters on the floor. His fingers are turning blue and he turns his palms upwards.]

Ow?

[Charles uses his hands to push himself away from the counter (his face isn't visible at this point) though doesn't get too far, if the soft thud is any indicator. There's a sound rather like a door slamming and then opening simultaneously in the next second.

The feed ends there.]