[A man appears on screen. He's older, with a greying beard and a shaved head. Bright blue eyes stare into the screen, almost boring through anyone who might be watching. He doesn't look like he's in a pleasant mood at all.]

'allo. I'm Gabriel.

[He has a smooth-yet-gravelly voice and a soft English accent.]

I assume there are a great many of you that have arrived as I did, and you had the same general experience--buried in a great deal of knowledge. They said we're all here to save the world, yeah? They sure as hell tried to make it sound like a noble cause.

[He took a breath, set his jaw.]

What's really going on here?

[ locked away from Arthas, sorry boo ]

[ This video will not be displaying Sylvanas. Instead, she’s fashioned the device to hang from her neck and record what’s in front of her as she makes her way across the city. Occasionally, a bow with notched arrow, engulfed in a sort of arcane fire, will come into view before being fired off at one of the invading mutated monsters, but she speaks like she’s on an afternoon stroll. ]

Good people of Exsilium, I would have your ear for a moment. [ Look at her pretending not to be the cold and merciless bitch that she is. ] My name is Sylvanas Windrunner, a queen and long time military leader in my realm before my summons here, and I come to you with the proposal of alliance.

As we are, we remain scattered and divided, the Initiative’s leadership not more than a hardly amusing joke. Even between those of us transports brought forth, there is strife building, those that would seek to harm and dominate the others [ coughARTHAScough ], and as when we are laid siege as we are now, we attack in scattered groups, unorganized. Not one of us assured a fellow at our back should we be overwhelmed.

I suggest the forming of a more formidable force and offer the utmost of my military knowledge and combative power to aid.

[ Another arrow sent flying straight into the eye of a mutated dog-thing and she continues nonplussed. ] I ask only your loyalty, and in return, offer an immense wealth of power, security, and safe haven. Should you find yourself hunted or troubled in this place, know that you will have allies to lend a hand.

That is all.

( Some Privated Messages )

The free high-tech laptop is a nice touch, but the whole "let's get ready for a war" thing isn't. Though I guess the onslaught of monsters is pretty convincing...looks like you guys need all the help you can get!

...too bad you picked the wrong girl. Your warrior princess is in another castle, I'm just the magical support. Hi, the name's Kaycee, the girl you're looking for is named Ariel. Y'know, blonde hair...blue eyes...white... [she tugs on her ponytail of mussed up, black hair for emphasis] the people in charge of this place obviously missed their mark.

[she looks totally nonchalant and familiar with using technology. though honestly, she's from a time where touch-screens weren't as wide-spread but hey, she got her hands on an iPhone or two before technology became borked and she found herself in a shitty fantasy world.

nice to have something that reminds her of home. even if she graduated from a fantasy cliche to a science fiction one.

something seems to cross her mind and she shifts topics.]

Hey, when and if this monster infestation is all said and done, does anyone know a good river or lake or something? I need to get stoned.

And by stoned I mean like, find stones. Which I need. To throw at people. I'm being completely serious. If someone pops up and gives me a look I swear...it was a rock joke. And even if it wasn't a joke you're not my mother.

I'd planned on makin' this announcement after the whole monster attack bullshit was ower an' done with but with all these folks blabberin' on about formin' alliances I ain't takin' chances an' losin' out on the potentially interested to 'em.

[HE'S LOOKING AT YOU SYLVANAS but he's also pretty sure some others had mentioned doing something similar, the open network post about it just spurred him on to finally do something.]

Any a' you here a while should know who I am; for those a' you who don't, it's Eridan Ampora. Alternian royalty an' Prince a' Hope. Fact a' the matter is I been here about eight months now an' the initiatiwe's done nothin' to prowe to me they're worth trustin'.

We got barely anythin' to go on most of the time an' almost ewery bout a' time trawelin' nonsense leads to more problems an' at this stage I'm sick of it. Got no more patience for these guys doin' the remotely competent an' straightenin' up anytime soon.

So I'm proposin' my own alliance with the shared goal of takin' charge. We'll finish this war ourselwes once we'we owerthrown the fuckups who think they're leadin' this sham of a union an' then whatewer you wanna do afterwards, go for it. I don't giwe a' fuck what your own goals are once we're done playin' nice an' pretendin' as if any of us actually like each other.

For the record, anyone who don't wanna join us is fine; but we'll control the machine that sends you home an' you'll either do as we say once we do, or you can rot here forewer. Your mowe.

[Sure is a thirteen year old kid trying to lead a potential rebellion. Laugh at him, take him seriously, your choice really.]

 [There isn't even a knock at the door.]

[Homura enters her new living arrangements, courtesy of an Initiative she couldn't scrounge together enough energy to give a damn about, not even acknowledging either of the other tenants or their possessions. If her roommates see her, she doesn't acknowledge them in the slightest; still dressed in uniform, bow gripped tight in hand, all that she means to do is make sure the area is secure. She finds the unoccupied room and claims it, locking the door, and investigating it from every angle for hiding and escape spots. Satisfied, she resumes civilian form, and adjusts the bright red ribbon tied in her dark hair. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, she takes the tablet in both hands; first order of business, see what names are there.]

[Her eyes narrow; her lips thin.]

[To the community at large, she sends a simple message, just in voice, which sounds monotonous and sleepy.]

What did the Initiative not tell us in introduction that we should be aware of?

( Filtered to Sayaka, Kyouko, and Madoka )

[ it opens up to a video at first. there's Meenah, lounging about in some ruined remains of a building, rubble around her. she's sprawled back and her clothes are ripped and stained with blood. she has some dried blood on her face, like she hadn't been bothered to clean up after the whole attack.

resting atop her head is a strange animal skull, large and grotesque, worn as a crown with her horns sticking out of the eye sockets. long shredded flaps of the flesh drape around her shoulders like a cape. she twirls her trident around her fingers in her hand ]

Kay, that was fun. I was thinkin' this shithole was gonna be borin', even with all that timeline hoppin' or whatebber the fuck you'd call it.

Was gettin' kind of fond of some o' the beasts that were swimmin' around this plaice, but, 'ey, gill's gotta prove who's the balla, right?

Anemoneways, looks like we got a buncha new scrubs nomoby cares aboat, and more imprawntantly, looks like a buncha suckafishes think they can be startin' armies or somefin, eh?

Maybe I should start an army of my own. Then we can just go and wreck some shit. Sounds fun, don't it?

[ she grins her shark teeth which are splattered with drops of blood and disconnects ]

[Video]
[The feed opens up to an injured guy, probably from all that fighting that's been going on the last month; and frankly, it's a miracle that he's not keeling over dead when he's supposed to have been killed from all of those. Still, he just stared at it and asked a question:]

...Is everybody alright?

[...Yeah, totally a selfless idiot here guys, kthx.]

Er, I'm just asking since if you need some help with getting from one point to another, I can help you with that. Just give me a call, and I'll be there.

[Even if there's a probability of him dying on the way there. And Click! There goes the feed.]

[Action; Unit 704]
[There's a pleasant smell coming out from the apartment, and frankly; that's because of a certain, cleaned-up guy just doing some cooking, wincing all the while as his injury caused him slight flares of pain whenever he did sudden movements.

Which is the case right now as he tried to cut the root vegetables on the chopping board while he waits for the meat to brown. In either ways, he seemed to be quite occupied with the activity to even notice if someone comes in or not.]