[When the video feed clicks on, it shows Jack looking a little ragged.
He's got bags under his eyes, he's missing his signature black jacket,
instead sporting a red sleeveless t-shirt, one of the lenses on his goggles
is cracked and he's got a twig sticking out of his hair, which is also
looking pretty messy too. Despite that, he's grinning, in a lame attempt
at looking smug.]

What's happening, losers!? As I'm sure MOST of you didn't even notice,
your old pal Jack here decided to do a little midnight shopping last night!

[At that, he hoists a burlap sack with a hole or two in it and turns
towards a table nearby, emptying the contents onto it. There's a few random
kitchen appliances, the odd lamp or two, and generally things you might
find in your average living area.]

Aside one or two little snags, it all went PERFECTLY! And none of
you even noticed! Hahahahahah! Just thought I'd let you know if you go
to make yourself something in the kitchen and can't find your toaster,
or maybe try and look down the back of the couch for a missing remote or
something, it's here, and getting much better use than it would've if you
still had it!

I wouldn't try getting it back either. I got something else
a little more deadly than a toaster last night as well, and I'd hate to
have to make it crush any of you losers the first time I have to use it.

[Calling a bluff? Or is he serious? OH THE SUSPENSE.]

Anyway-

[Nope, that appears to be someone's hand and it is shoving its way into Jack's face, effectively knocking him out of view. Instead there's Raimundo, or if you don't know him, a tan-skinned kid with a Brazilian accent looking none too impressed with Jack's gloating.]

Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and preemptively apologize for this idiot. If something's missing from your place, come by and I'll give it back. I managed to loot some of his stash when he broke into my place.

[ooc: red is Jack, green is Raimundo. open to anything, even if you weren't robbed but wanna comment on this mess, or maybe you were robbed but he somehow managed to avoid waking you, go for it. s'all good.]

[ Feferi shows up with her camera propped up to have a good view of her on the bed. There's not telling how she manged it but safe to say some furniture has been rearranged! On the wall behind her are numerous sheets of paper upon which she's drawn a chart (below) and in her hand is a stick she found to point things out on said chart. ]

Some of you aren't really going to care about this. And that's fine! But for anyone who wants a little cultural lesson regarding some of those weird gray-skinned horned alien kids you're rooming with, then this is totally for you!

I guess this is kind of like some new rite of passage for every new universe or something? I'm pretty sure we did the same thing the last place I was in. Anyway, when it comes to romance, most humans seem to have a pretty common notion of what that means, no matter what world they're from. But for trolls it's a lot different, and there can be a lot of misunderstandings if you don't know what's up! I made a little write up completely with diagram.

( So here's the run down! It's kind of long. )

[he's made sure to angle the feed downwards a bit so as not to show his face (which may or may not be on purpose as he shows no indication either way, facial expressions hidden behind his mask) and the young man who appears on screen looks - awkward, given his posture and what he's wearing (which is pretty much Zero's uniform). first, his eyes dart off to one side before returning and then going off to the... other side... they return again, however, with something of a blank face. he feels so weird without his mask, feels so weird-

it's been a while since he's had to speak more than a few words to anyone.]

Out of the frying pan and into the fire, huh. I don't know how to feel about this happening on his birthday... the Empress won't be pleased. [aaaha. D|;;] I can't really use the excuse of 'I was doing something important' to get them to send me back, and as far as I can see - there doesn't seem to be a way. [or they just won't tell him which really, really agitates him.

how would Lelouch- no, how would Schneizel deal with this? gather the most information in the least amount of time. though, that... isn't something he's good at. he doesn't have anyone at gunpoint, so.]

I don't have a problem fighting for anyone. Between there and here, however... [he will likely not finish that sentence because Arthur wanders into vision and Suzaku reaches out to take him into his arms, something that he succeeds at doing before -

he gets. bit. on the hand. this makes him visually flinch, the jerk of his shoulders somewhat small as he waits for Arthur to dislodge his teeth from his hand. even through the fabric of the glove, that... kinda hurts. ow ;;;] I'll... do my best to help out as much as I can.

[ah!] I... do have a question, though - for those that don't mind answering, of course. It seems that there are people here from a lot of different... places - [that feels so strange to say sob- Arthur takes his mouth away and Suzaku somewhat relaxes.] - so, I was wondering: what was it like where everyone is from-? ['everyone' being... anyone who answers him, really aslkgls this is so awkward.]