[At first it appears the screen is simply black, but no, it's just an EXTREME CLOSEUP of black fur. Followed by an equally EXTREME close up of an eye.]

HELLO? HELLO PEOPLE IN THE MACHINE. [The eyeball is speaking very. Very. Slowly. And loudly.]

I AM THE DRAGON WARRIOR. MY NAME IS PO. PLEASE DO NOT BE ALARMED. I MEAN YOU NO HARM. I AM A MASTER OF KUNG FU AND I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU. ALSO, I AM A PANDA. WE DO NOT EAT...uh...oh what were they called aga--Oh! Right!HEE-YOU-MANS. WE EAT BAMBOO. AND ALSO NOODLES. AND OOH! OOH! ALMOND COOKIES. Man I could really go for some of Monkey’s almond cookies right no--Uh, wait, I mean DO NOT BE ALARMED.

[Pause.]

I SAID THAT ALREADY. BUT THAT'S OKAY. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU NOT BE ALARMED BECAUSE I AM A HERO.

[Pause.]

I AM ALSO A MASTER OF KUNG FU. I SAID THAT ALREADY ALSO. Oh man just shut up Po you’re blowing this. Uh...

YOU MAY SPEAK NOW!

[There's a blur of black and white as the eyeball turns into a...is that an ear canal? Is he putting his ear against the camera? ...Yes. Yes he is.]

Someone come, and fix, this for, me. Anyone who, knows their, way around, a netbook. It's getting, ridiculous.

Now did, that business, with the, bombs off, anyone I'm, afraid to, get my, hopes up, about it.

Ugh ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.


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wwell THANKS A WWHOLE FUCKIN LOT

[Bet you missed him, Exsilium. The text. The quirk. Everything.]

no big deal right enemy forces decide to swweep in an bomb the fuck outta evverythin they can see an go transport huntin evveryone figures its no big deal wwell all fuck off right dowwn under an havve ourselvves a subterranean party out of it
oh hey anyone see eridan around wwait wwho givves a shit if he dies he dies an its no wwater off our backs right
not a single one a you bastards showwed hide nor hair in tryin a make sure i wwasnt a charred corpse out in some godforsaken patch a nowwhere that once wwas
wwell tough break to all of you hopin id kick it cause im STILL HERE and im FINE
itd take more than that to knock off the prince a hope im tellin you all noww

[A deep, vaguely feminine voice comes through the audio feed. It seems like its owner is practiced at addressing people in this way, concise and confident with the words.] New arrival. I am not the only one. That is my understanding. Many faces, strange faces. Fear and uncertainty. Emerging from the tunnels. Many species.

[A pause for consideration.] Light exists here. A good sign. Literal light. I have been to worlds with no day. I feared this was the same. A better sign: hope persists.

A purpose here. I will assume one. Where is assistance needed?

[The camera for once shows neither a peering face nor an accidental other body part. Instead it's being held landscape-style, like a cinematic work - or perhaps a better term would be "security camera footage". There are two people, about six feet away from the camera; the shot isn't masterly, but at least steady. The first thing that's apparent is that it's an Initiative soldier and a young looking alien teenager, maybe 14 at most. Said teenager is pretty tall, but from the way his clothes hang too loosely and yet too short in several areas on his frame, he's obviously malnourished. Those transports familiar with trolls will be able to identify him as one from the long curling horns going up and up out of his shaggy rats' nest of too long hair and gray skin, but there's something off.

Namely, that the fully trained and adult soldier is looking downright intimidated by this kid encroaching on his personal space with only a pair of reasonably harmless looking juggling clubs in hand. Maybe it's the sloppily applied clown makeup. Or maybe it's the messy looking band of scar tissue peaking out from the sagging collar of the kid's worn Capricorn T-shirt and the almost-fresh indigo-blooded bite-mark on his throat. Actually, it's probably the way the kid is creepily sing-songing everything he says with sudden and unexpected changes in volume.]

( Cut for a rather ludicrous amount of juggalo-speak, with a heaping side of overenunciated snark. )

[And that would be the increasingly unnerved soldier making a break for freedom and Gamzee disappearing out of sight. And that sound that just came from the side there? That was not a good sound. It was a very bad sound. Kanaya's gloved hand rises - reaching out to intervene, maybe? But after an ambivalent pause, the feed just ends.]

((OOC: Gamzee and Kanaya are both pleased to meet you, we... can't really promise, but! If you have a preference for one, the other, or both separately, please specify, but by default they will be threadjacking the stuffing out of each other. TYIA!)

[For anyone that happens to be looking at the network when it comes back online, they will find not a familiar face (at least not for most). The will find a very large man, clad in battleworn dreadplate, made of a metal only a few would recognize, particularly if they've consorted with Koltira Deathweaver in any fashion. His hair is ghost white an wispy, face skeletal and skin pale.

The most striking feature is his glowing blue eyes, just a hint of stark green behind them, which is most noticeable when he turns his gaze to the camera, large gloved hand still reaching for the communicator, as if he just finished how to figure it out. Briefly, his expression narrows and he shifts to one knee, which allows the view of Frostmourne in his other hand beside him. He then looks up as there is noise of someone approaching offscreen. A devilish, predatory smirk replaces the previous grim expression for a moment before he looks back down at the screen, the expression smoothing to something almost friendly.]

Rumor has it you're all just dying for a breath of fresh air. I have ways of fixing that.

[Here's a guy who looks like shit. Not like he's been beaten up or injured or anything like that. The kind of "looks like shit" that comes with recovering from a meth bender curled up on the floor of some catacombs while there's a war raging outside. His body needs sleep desperately but the chaos has kind of prevented that, so he looks pale and sick with dark circles around his eyes and he's subtly shaking - which means the camera is shaking as he holds it.]

Hey, so... Hey. I know we're busy cleaning up and all, but I need, um... I'm just wondering if anybody could bring me some cigarettes. Or, like, anything else to smoke.

[Vague because he's not sure what's legal here.]

I'll pay you back or, you know, whatever. I'll owe you.

And, um, Nananea? You're probably busy with all them hurt people, but - that thing we talked about? I'm ready when you are.

[Despite looking like he should spend the next two weeks in bed.]

Anyway, yeah. Thanks in advance.