[When the feed begins, the setting clearly isn't one of the government assigned houses; the apartment is far too stark and modern, with a few pieces of expensive looking art visible in the background (God knows how a new imPort afford Van Gogh). Max herself is dressed simply, hair loose and make up toned down. She has no jewellery except for a simple gold chain visible beneath the collar of her cream blouse.]
Good evening imPorts. For those of you I haven't had the pleasure to meet yet, my name is Max Briest, and I work for a homeless shelter located in Heropa, called Atlas Hugged. [a beat] I wasn't responsible for the name, it's a little too on the nose for my preference, but that's out of my control. What is in my control, as it is my job, is fundraising for the shelter, which is where I ask you to come in.
Before you click away, I promise I'm not asking for money. [She smiles, wry and self-deprecating, because of course that’s what everyone would think! She knows this sort of thing can be annoying.] We might have help from the government, but we hardly have the resources of someone who has lived their whole life in this world, so I couldn't be expected to ask money of you.
[Is that a passive aggressive dig at any charities that do ask imPorts for money? Who knows.]
What I am asking is for any help you might be capable of providing. Volunteering time is the most obvious, we could always use more hands on deck. For those of you with jobs at any high earning companies, you may be able to encourage them to donate money, or gifts in kind, such as clothing, medicine, or food.
However I do have a project in mind for the near future, both of which require the help that only imPorts can provide. While we may not have the resources here we do at home, what we do have is celebrity status, and as… uncouth as it may seem, that's something charities are able to take advantage of.
My first request is for creators. For any artists, writers, musicians, or designers who'd be interested in creating something to be sold to the general public, with a percentage of the proceeds going towards the shelter. Due to the quite turbulent nature of imPorts - we never know how long any of us will be here - I believe anything created by imPorts could become quite a high commodity if marketed right.
[There's an easy confidence in her voice, like she knows exactly how to market it right.]
If you have any interest in helping out in this way, please don't hesitate to contact me.
[There's an ease in the way she speaks that suggests this has been pre-planned, but it isn't stiff as if she's reading from a script. She just went in knowing what she wanted to say.]
Now, while I don't necessarily have a deadline for this, I would like to host an event in order to promote and yes, sell, the work of imPorts, alongside works from those native to this world. As such, I will be hosting a privately funded gala for imPorts and locals alike, on the first day of Spring, which should give everyone enough time to prepare any works they'd care to donate, and to plan their outfits and dates. [Her smile is amused, because clearly clothes and dates are also important.] While it isn't a costume party in the traditional sense, there will, of course, be a Spring theme for those inclined to dramatics.
[There's something almost a little self-deprecating there, as if she's including herself in that. With that done, she pauses to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, having reached the end of the message she wanted to give, and she's now she left to wrap it up.]
If you’ve made it all the way through this message, I'd like to thank you for your time, and hope that you'll contact me if you have any interest in helping out. There will be more details to come about the gala, as the date draws closer, but for now, goodnight.
[And with that, she switches off the feed.]