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[A surprised yelp, splintering wood, and at least a dozen candies in rainbow colours rolling across the floor greet the video.

Rita herself is sticking out of a hole in the wooden floor, her entire torso below her shoulders lost from view. Something small, pink, and blob-like scurries around in the background, but Rita ignores it in favour of screeching and futilely attempting to get herself free--until it decides to rest on an important book.]

Hey! You! Don't you dare eat that, or I'll-!

[-Slam her fists on the floor, apparently, since she can't get out of the hole. The blob is nonplussed.]

Move it before I blast you, you--you freak! O flickering blaze, burn!

[ooc: Artes in the house. ._. Forward-dated to later this afternoon!]