I'm looking for a man I haven't seen in some time. He's from my world, Rune-Midgard, and is dressed as a gunslinger. [ no but wait no one will know what that looks like. ] That is, he's wearing a heavy gray and white coat. Corosa, is his name— blond, with... [ awkward pause! ] One arm.

If anyone has seen him, I would appreciate the news.

But that aside, has anyone put any thought to starting shops or businesses here? If we're to be here until this war is finished, then I think Charles Xavier may have the right idea with his school, and the clinic we've already established.

There are a great many of us from a great many different places, and I can only assume we each come with our own skills and talents. United as we are by displacement, perhaps we might be convinced to lend each other the assistance such a venture would need. I know I've met at least one cook and one waitress that might benefit from working together.

[Shortly after this. The time is 3:12AM. Ionae looks to be outside somewhere in the city. Also her face is covered with blood, leaking from several long cuts along one side of her scalp. She just kind of stares for a few seconds in confusion before shaking her head and visibly regathering her thoughts.]

Ugh...Is anyone even awake? Someone attacked me...don't know where a doctor is.

My head hurts.