[A-Network]

[Video feed opens to a large woman squeezed into tight fitting black sleeveless ballgown, lounging on a red velvet settee, occasionally popping a grape into her mouth.]

A girl could get used to this.

Could.

[There’s a loud sigh as Ursula flops her head back along the settee, an arm draped dramatically across her face.]

It’s just all so [hand gesture with the opposite hand] blah.


[B-Rocket Network]

[Feed clicks on to Ursula, squeezed unflatteringly into a rocket uniform, twirling a pen in one hand. A tiny clamperl adorns her neck.]

Who would have thought the little land urchin had it in him?

[Her voice is sweet, hiding her inner rage. Her fist tightens, snapping the pen in her hand, though a pleasant smile remains on her face. The clamperl squeaks in dismay at the ruined pen. Ursula immediately croons at it comfortingly, stroking it with a finger.]

It’s okay poopsie, sometimes mummy doesn’t know her own strength.

[Under her breath]...anymore.


[C-Wildcard]

[Hit me up with anything! Very early voice testing with Ursula at this stage!]