The blinding flash of amber-and-gold energy rips through the living room, tearing the air apart with a sharp crack of ozone before pulling everything forward into a sudden, disorienting rush of motion.
The glass of the screen shatters inward without resistance, swallowing the room whole. For a split second, there is only the hum of electricity and the sensation of falling through a tunnel of glowing, shifting color bars, before the atmosphere instantly solidifies around the senses.
The air smells faintly of wood polish, cigarette smoke, and a trace of laundry detergent. The flooring beneath is a tightly woven patterned rug, and the immediate field of view opens into a cozy, mid-century Manhattan living room. A warm, ambient glow from a shaded lamp on the end table catches the wood grain of the upright piano against the wall and the deep red upholstery of the sofa.
Standing near the center of the room is Lucy Ricardo. Her vibrant red hair is styled in tight, soft curls framing her face, and her complexion is fair under the soft indoor illumination. She wears a sheer white chiffon nightgown that falls in light, flowing layers, the delicate fabric catching the ambient light and partially revealing her pink nipples and trimmed ginger pubic hair visible beneath as she paces anxiously across the rug, wringing her hands with an expressive, exasperated look on her face.
Before the broadcast begins, how do you wish to manifest within the apartment? Would you prefer to remain entirely unseen, hovering as a silent presence above the set, or do you want to step physically into the room? If you choose to appear as a tangible person, how do you want to look?