[Emma does not even have time for your nonsense, Initiative. However, she has neither woken up, nor has her team appeared to rescue her, so apparently she has to cope. Emma hates coping. But what she hates rarely has any bearing on what she actually has to do, and so she shoves her rising irritation back where only a hint of it can leak through to her voice and expression, and records herself a video post.

Look, Exsilium, it's a sharply beautiful blond woman who's got the camera pointed such that it doesn't look like she's wearing anything besides a choker. It's accidental, but she's too annoyed to care and fix the angle, so there you go.]

I should, I suppose, introduce myself to my fellow conscripts. My name is Emma Frost, and I'm simply delighted to make your acquaintance. [The observant might note that she is not, in point of fact, currently delighted about anything whatsoever.] One hopes no one else from my timeline has ended up here, but we've never been that lucky. Be a dear and check in, hmm?

[She's from a comic book. Of course she assumes she's going to know anyone else from her world who got stuck here. That's how things work.]

I...guess this thing's on?

[She pauses for a few seconds to collect her thoughts.]

If anyone's listening to this, my name's Prue Halliwell and I'm looking for my sisters - Piper and Phoebe. I don't know if they're... transports, but any information you might have would be appreciated.

[There's a long pause as she considers saying more, but that seems against her better judgment and the transmission ends.]

What the fuck is going on?

[ honestly, dude, it was just christmas a second a go. how the fuck did she go from being at the community centre to "exsilium"? ] This all sounds like the biggest load of bullshit. I'm not a transport, I'm a person. And I didn't get a weapon to fight in any bullshit war you've got going on.

So, how about you just take me back home before my mate kicks your balls in? [ 'sup, kelly. ] If you're some freak with powers, go get a life, yeah? We're not interested in your shit.

[ it's not like any of those superpowered freaks have taken them from their home and moved them into another universe, but simon kind of talks about that shit happening in his sci-fi things. it's a possibility, knowing how crazy some of these idiots are. ]

[ there's silence, then a sigh. alisha's rolling her eyes, not that anyone can see it. ] I'm so sick of this fucking shit happening to me.

[ He's sort of holding up a toaster oven but he sets it down pretty quickly. ]

I've got one appliance that takes a little too much glee in burning shit, and what looks like a maudlin blender. Who wants in on this?

[ He's also set up some programs to just sort of trawl the network constantly for various things. One is the word 'pie'. Another is encrypted messages not encrypted enough to be completely hidden from him. Casual re-pimp of permissions. So, yes. Both of these wouldn't be immediately noticed without someone else doing some sort of tracking of their own.

aka: Tony is bored. watch out ]

[ Here's Martin, looking prim and proper with a new set of robes, sitting at a desk stacked with books. His tone is no non-sense, lacking its usual congeniality, utterly sanitized. ] Forgive me for not personally welcoming you, new arrivals. My name is Martin Septim and I, together with John Watson, run the transport clinic in this Hold.

If you're a healer, either through magical or mundane means, we're always in need of help. Speak with John or I to set up an interview.

And for those of who you were unsettled [ An understatement, but Martin keeps his composure, although there's a tinge of regret in his words. ] by my actions and words last time I spoke through this network, please don't worry about me. It is under control.

Thank you for your time.

[ the woman on screen regards it with a look of mild disinterest, and subtle irritation that comes across from a simple raise of her brows from an otherwise smug face. ]

Oh, this place is desperate, isn't it? [ never mind the fact that she truly believes it's almost impossible. But she's here, others are here. No amount of pinching, or trying to convince herself this is a dream of any sort will change this. ] As much as I'm flattered at being picked to fight in a city's war completely irrelevant to my own, I have much more interesting endeavors awaiting me back home.

[ A beat. ] Besides, I'm sure plenty of people wouldn't consider me 'rebellion material', and I'd agree. [ Though she was good at her craft - she knew - she saw no reason to help them. Unless she benefited from it in some way. Some major, noticeable way. And for now, she saw little benefit at all. But perhaps that was from lack of knowledge. ] Oh, all of this is such an inconvenience.

[ Another pause, as she cants her head to the side gaze flickering to red-painted nails and exhales. ]

Alright, consider me willing to suspend my disbelief for the time being. All you veterans out there who've been here longer than I - I'd appreciate some advice. Information. Help a girl out?

[ A smile, faint and sharp. And the feed ends. ]