DEMISE

[After her adventures in the sand, Vriska has finally made it to the shelters. She is ready to contact the rest of her species and let the whole shelter know and anyone who is listening that she is here and ready for whatever this universe throws her way.

She holds the communicator about an arms distance away. Allowing the camera to get her torso into view. Currently she is hovering just a tad bit off the ground, of course still bitter as ever about the loss of flight taken away from her. However there will be a different time for that. For now she must speak.]

Hey there anyone who is listening or Death City or this shelter. I thought I would get my introductions out of the way and give my opinion on this unfortunate situation I have found myself in. For one I hate this place already! Biiiiiiiig spoiler there. Secondly how dare they take away my flight and powers, there will be nothing but hell to pay for that but for now I will try to make the best of it.

Thirdly! Trolls, I know you are here some of the Ancestors and part of my friends. However I don't know who is here so about we have a roll call.

Fourth, My name is Vriska Serket.

Five, this place is nothing more than a big adventure apparently I need to be paired up with someone...hahahahahahahaha I don't see that happening in the future. Which brings me to six I still have all the luck and I will not take the bait that has been placed in front of me. For now I'm on my own!

Seven, once this storm settles I plan to go on a mission of my own and lastly number eight! I will be sure to obtain powers all my own here and be the best that I can be. Because I am who I am!

Alright I'm done now. Byyyyyyyye!

[And the communicator clicks off. Of course she still remains sitting on the floor of the shelter, glancing around at the others who share the same fate of her.]

[Ooc: Action in order to interact with her in the shelter. Either or works for me!]