[The video starts to record and at first all that it shows is a closeup of a teenager's face. He has blue eyes and blonde hair. After a second it zooms out as the operator realizes it is too close to his face, whoops. He looks apologetically at the camera on the netbook, setting it down on a bare desk]

Sorry about that, I'm not used to these things. I guess starting with an introduction is good, right? I'm Jason, Jason Grace. I just got here, but that's pretty obvious I guess. I was told this is a good way to make contact with people who were brought here too from...elsewhere, so I figured I didn't have much to lose. Even if I do feel a bit ridiculous talking to a screen.

[He takes a deep breath, he's not quite sure how to word all of this]

I understand we were brought here for a reason, that they need our help or something. Though, I was sort of already in the middle of a world saving mission and it just doesn't sit well with me that I have to be pulled from that to aid with this. But, since it doesn't look like I have much choice, I guess all I can say is bring it. I do get anxious just sitting around waiting so, even if it's just extra training with these weapons...let me know. Although I'm pretty handy with the one I got.

[Jason holds up the sword he picked up, it's double-edged and looks a lot like a gladius if you know your Roman weaponry. He doesn't seem too troubled by the fact that he has a sword and he sets it back down next to him. He isn't sure if this goes to the people in charge or not, but it couldn't hurt right? Anyway, he sits back a bit, trying to look calm]

Also, I'm curious if anyone has heard from some people I was traveling with. There were quite a few of us, but I'm mostly worried about Leo, Piper and Annabeth. If you haven't that's fine, it means they can continue the quest without me...if you have, well, I'd really like to know where they are.

[A recording; thick and crackly like old radio, and a voice dated to match.]

Listen up, folks.

There's something sour here—something none of us is fully keen on, far as I see—

[A plosive sigh.]

Hell, I'm working on that. Some folks're sending out calls for sharin' stories already and I figure right now that's the best we can do.

It's a hell of a lot easier when your problem's got a health bar.

[A small laugh; then, a few seconds of silence.]

In the meantime, though, any of you janes—or fellas—got a...littler problem what needs sniffin' out, you drop me a line. Or, uh—hell, just find me. I'm in number 110. 'Sides that, your guess is good as mine.

Look for the guy in the swell hat.

[A pause.]

And let me in on any clues about this caper. The name's Sleuth.

[Crackles, and—]

[Wichita looks annoyed, which isn't entirely new and different for her, but it's the kind of annoyance that comes off in waves, and she really shouldn't be forcing anyone to deal with her when she's like this, but she can't just ignore the only means of communication given to her after being stuck without any way of contacting anyone for so long. So she's sitting in her assigned room, on her assigned bed, with her assigned netbook, just watching the different transmissions for a while, hoping to catch sight of her sister. Because alright, she gets the whole multiverse thing now, thanks to being sucked into a mental institution for a while, but this?

This is a whole new level of suck.]

Little Rock? If you can see this, let me know. Please. I'm so, so sorry for leaving you like that, and--

God, she's probably not even here.

[ffffffffffffs]

And here's another long shot, but are any of you familiar with a place called Landel's Institute? It's known for filling itself with crazies who aren't actually crazy? Lots of brain-washing and fucked up monsters running around attacking patients at night?

-- Yeah, didn't think so. [grr. click.]

Oh, right.

[In the same hushed sort of tone in which you'd normally say things like holy shit or how the hell. Not in a bad way.]

I forgot, 3300-something. That was before Lost Property.

[For those who might have met Gareas upon arrival, you probably haven't seen this face. It's surprisingly neutral, a bit inquisitive, a little lost. He's speaking mostly to the sky; hardly seems to acknowledge the netbook's presence until the end.

It's early afternoon, time-wise.]

How the hell is it doing that, anyway? The sky. It's gotta stop somewhere, but you can't even see space from here, no matter how high up you go.

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[Oops. Well, this is what happens if you're not that tech-savvy and looking to make a simple voice transmission like with a good, old-fashioned radio. After a while...]

--working?

[Pause. Maybe now? Well, at least the screen seems to indicate it's doing something now...]

Hrngh. I really liked these things better when I just had to punch in a frequency and switch it on...

[You kids and your newfangled communication systems. Regardless, he'll arrange himself with it—not like he has a choice. His voice is deep and like gravel, audibly... worn, but strong and even.]

Anyway—if you're listening to this, I'm gonna assume you've involuntarily taken a detour, without having really heard a good reason as to why. I don't expect any of my buddies are around, but if you are, I would really appreciate hearing from you. [Said with some subtle urgency.] That said, I'd rather ask for information that you are able to provide. If you'd like to—no offense taken if you'd rather keep some things to yourself. I don't need to hear your life story. [Though he would probably take an interest and listen to it anyway.]

Where are you from, and what do you do? I'm especially interested to know about people that are with some sort of military... though I'm also curious what they could potentially need civilians for, if you consider yourself one. Maybe there's some pattern, or something. Thanks in adva—uuh. [Oh well, he interrupt himself just when he's about to turn the thing off—he should probably start...]

I'm a soldier—former US Army, and I work freelance with a PMC right now, as a combat instructor among other things... or rather did, before I ended up here. I'm a pretty good shot, but aside from that, I'm not sure why anyone would go to such lengths to capture me.

[HA. HA. Well, gotta give him props for not lying, at least. Just not... telling everything.]

[A young male blinks at the camera.

His face is a mixture of annoyance, anger, and exhaustion while his spiky blond hair is messier than usual and sticking to his head with sweat in places. On his face is dust and dirt as if he's recently come from some intense physical activity outdoors. The young man scratches his head in thought with the tip of an unusual looking knife as he finally speaks.]

I dunno if it's even on--HEY! HEEEEEEEEEEEY!

I've got some important questions, y'know! The people sorta rushed me and wouldn't let me talk much. I'm not even s'pposed to be here. How the hell do I get back to where I'm s'pposed to be? It's really important, y'know. I can't just be taking a break like this in some weird place while--

[He taps his cheek with the knife a few times and then reaches out to shut off the device, pausing at the last second.]

This isn't a genjutsu, so somebody better give me some answers, y'know!

[Sounds like someone didn't pay much attention. The sound of the device being moved is the last thing transmitted before static.]

Bonjorn lesgens ke mirum boite !! ["Hello, people in this strange box!"]

I do not know if I trust this device to [untranslatable] .But trying is better than not trying and so I still should?? Please forgive the poor writing I am still working on it . I am Apprentice [untranslatable] Loiec. Therefore from the egg, I am pleased to meet all of you. I am wondering to know where in this place I can find an apothecary .i am feeling quite lacking without proper medicines prepared .

((At the moment, his name is in the system as "Loiec k'Tiermant", rather than his actual name.))

-press this? Geez, this thing is confusing and has too many buttons. I wonder what'll happen if I just press them all...?

...

Dammit! First I get lost and now I gotta learn how to use this dumb thing! How the hell does it even work! I need to figure out where I am so I can get outta here, ya know!

[Hello ‘transports’, you are graced with an up the nose view of an angry red-headed woman. Once she realizes she’s got the device working she puts it at a more flattering angle and blushes, rubbing the back of her head.]

Ahaha, sorry about that! I don’t how to work this thing very well since I just got it.

[Her expression sombers into seriousness, her hand dropping back down into her lap.]

Anyway, I’m not here to tell you that. The weird lady I met said I could use this to talk to other people. I’ve got a lot of questions that I need to be answered, since the woman didn’t really give me a chance. But before that-

[For some reason, her cheeks get pink again and then the video turns around to show her surroundings with Kushina’s voice narrating in the background.]

Does anybody know if I’m close to the bank or not?