[A full week down there in the catacombs? Sonic's not claustrophobic, but he IS boredom-intolerant. A full week in the oppressive dark and murmured silence is making him crazy. He has to do something to wile away the time. So what does he do?]

YAHOOOOOO!

[He's riding the underwater cistern currents on a board he attached a rope to! Those in camps near the ancient waterway's edges can watch him as he zooms past, rushing up and down hills, around eddies and whirlpools, and rocketing out of spouts into the open air. All the while pulling spins, flips and tricks. It looks like fun, but are the shots he'll need in the end really worth it?]

[Huh. If this didn't feel like home, he didn't know what would.

Off to the side of everyone else, and for the most part minding his own business, would be a particular armored soldier lounging with his feet propped up on a piece of rubble. A position that likely wouldn't be very comfortable to those who weren't wearing armor, considering he was sitting on a very debris-ridden spot and leaning back against some of the rocks like it was some sort of make-shift chair.

And though he appeared physically exhausted, the rush of data flying across both his netbook - and most likely his visor's - screen showed that the Rookie wasn't taking the time to relax completely just yet.]

Well, the people here wanted a war, so I guess we've got one. [For those listening over the netbook, there's a large amount of static, and the video makes a point to flicker and pixelate before the Rookie casually raps the screen with his knuckle. Mostly out of the whole 'if technology doesn't work, hit it' habit. Not that it did much to solve it.] But at least we didn't come out of this completely empty handed, if those videos involving the Masked soldiers are of any use to us.

[There's a slight pause then, before he's propping his arms up behind his head and adding in a little more quieter. Though his next couple of words might be a little hard to make out over the network, with the occasional pops of static appearing over the feed.]

Suppose the real question now is, how ready are we?

[ This teal haired lady is looking pretty worn-down. She's obviously not been sleeping much-- or maybe she's just looking a little pale and weary. But who isn't down here, right?

...
In any case she gives the network a tired frown before clearing her throat and speaking up. ]

It occurs to me that the Initiative has been providing water and food for us, but there might still be concern of how clean it might be, considering what's been happening up above.

[ Oh god. Okay.... coming out with this is very hard for her, and she hesitates. She shakes her head and continues on, expression more focused. ]

I believe I can help put at least that worry to rest. It is... a natural ability of mine to purify waters. If the Initiative will allow it, I can maintain the quality of the supply they keep for both the Transports and their citizens. It would be a very simple procedure for me to preform. [ Yeah like... literally just touching it. ]

I do have one other announcement, and this is for a friend of mine who's in a poor state. Please, this is very important to his health: does anyone here have anything that could simulate sunlight? I've been searching around the catacombs and I've had no luck in finding something to help him.

It's- well, I believe for him it works rather like photosynthesis.

[when the feed turns on, a young woman appears on screen. she looks a little tired, but that's expected after what had just happened. she is sure to straighten out the netbook before speaking.]

I'd like to start an army, or something like it. I know we barely know each other, and I'm sure some of you prefer to work alone, but I feel like we could work together on this.

[she pauses, thinking for a moment.]

If this works, we can come of with something more planned and our efforts won't be as scattered.

[a brief smile,]

Anyone interested?

[Video]

It seems we've got quite a few people who are getting bored around here. Well, the lower parts of the Labs crumbled and fell into the catacombs thanks to the shaking from the bombs, which means two things.

One, that we can easily get back into the Hold itself without being seen, though I'd still stay away from windows and doors and by no means go outside.

And two... that there's now a giant freakin' hole in the ground that's going to have to be fixed eventually. I'm looking for volunteers to help in bracing and stonefoam work, as most of my, ah... colleagues are content in their role as supervisors. [Read: THEY DON'T WANT TO DO THE WORK.] Experience isn't necessary, they just need some people willing to put in little work.

[EDIT: Log is up here if anyone wants to run with this. Feel free to tag around!]

[Private, to Tony]

Hey, Stark. Now that we're on an impromptu spelunking expedition with no where to go, maybe I can get a better look at that suit of yours. Can't promise cookies, but I'll buy you a beer after we get out of here.