[The sight that appears on your device's screens is that of a wall of smoke, and hopefully you had the speakers turned down because the fire alarms they use here aren't exactly pleasant on the ears. For a minute that's all there is, smoke obscuring vague shapes and the sound of the alarm screeching its head off, but if you stick with it you soon see a shape start moving in through the black clouds, the sound of coughing audible under the alarm. Finally, Reya emerges from the smoke, her hand over her mouth.]

Enough!

[She gestures and shoots two little red orbs off in different directions. There's a loud crack and the sound of glass breaking, and suddenly the alarm disintegrates into static, and the smoke starts to lessen, just slightly. A gust of magically conjured wind speeds it along.]

May Ithilids starve themselves on the brains of whatever sadist designed these infernal machines!

[She turns back to the camera, wiping soot from her cheek.]

I'm certain the one who wrote the instructions on the back of our food is either long dead or not very concerned with my plight, but I would like to inform those providing it that not every world uses whatever absurd system you people have for measuring the passage of time.

[Coughing as she tries to take a calming breath]

Since I find myself with the choice of continually risking burning down my residence, starvation, or throwing myself upon the kindness of others, I am hoping some among you might be willing to explain 'minutes' and 'seconds' to me, as well as the proper use of this 'mi-crow-wave' device?

Also, to those living with me, I apologize for the mess, [She glances over her shoulder] and the window. I'll clean it up as soon as I'm able.

[OOC: Basically, Reya tried to use the microwave, and coming from a world where time measurement is based on people's best guess she made a botch job of it. Roommates feel free to action tag]

Is there anything good about the Initiative?

All I've heard about is what they've done to people here, not to mention their bringing us here in the first place. [ She exhales sharply. ] And making us fight for them is horrible when they treat all of us horribly.

As for these weapons... how are they supposed to grow with us? I thought it took a lifetime of training to be able to master something like that, to have a weapon actually grow with you.

[Action]

[Gordon had taken to a pattern. Get up, work out (behind closed doors and hopefully away from any wry observations of Chloe's), head to the Hold, lose himself in the library. With the VR system still buggy they'd more or less halted training for new Transports, so he had a lot of time on his hands. It's easy to find him around the library, and in the anterooms of the Training facility, not to mention on the streets and at the marketplace, hoping against hope that he can find some actual decent COFFEE somewhere.]

( TL;DR, field equations and bad language. )

[Video]

Hey... A few questions for all of you. I've heard tell that the worlds we come from go into stasis relative to our frame of reference when we get here. Time stops for them, in other words. Can anyone actually verify this? Also I'm looking for someone. Woman about half a head shorter than I am, wears a bandanna, a little on the slender side, has a hacking tool that she uses for everything? She goes by the name of Alyx. Has... has anybody seen her here?

[ what up, exsilium. have you had your daily dose of teenager yet? no? let's fix that. ]

Hey, Scott, buddy—thanks for the calendar. It's awesome. [ covering his best friend's furry butt: just a day in the life of stiles stilinski. (it's his "birthday", he can lie if he wants to.) ] I can track lunar phases way more accurately now, which, y'know. Totally helpful. You know me... and the moon. And planets, all of the planets. Love 'em.

[ you might notice the way he's chewing on his shirt, his lips, the way his eyes dart around. it's not because he's lying—which he never made a claim to be good at, but hey—it's because he's two seconds from jumping on his bed and raising hyperactive hell. ]

Moving on—where can a guy score some Adderall around here? It's usually a prescription thing, but, hey, doesn't look like the Initiative kidnappers really care all too much about stuff like medication. Here's a little tip for you guys, if you're listening in, which, let's face it, you probably are: I can't fight your battles for you unless you make an effort for me, okay? Okay.

[ OKAY. ]

Man, I'd kill for a good movie. Video game. I'd even settle for a board game. Parcheesi?