That was a mess, wasn't it? The monsters, I mean. If things get that bad around here often, I can understand why you'd feel the need to bring me here. A world with no sun can never prosper.

Unfortunately, I'm not really in much of a position to help out at the moment.

[He pauses for a moment, putting on a pair of red-tinted sunglasses.]

You caught me at a bad time. I'm still on vacation, I'm afraid.

[Annnd feed off, yo'.]

[Action]

[If you happen to out and about today, you'll mostly definitely come across this guy. Except it seems his talk of being on vacation was completely serious, since wherever it is you run into him he's sitting in a worn out looking deck chair with his hands behind his head and enjoying the sub-par weather.

Seriously guys. Vacation time. Important.]

[ooc: reply through either the network or just happen to run into him, whatever works!]

[ It really can’t be that hard to use this tablet, you unfold it, press a few buttons, enable some options—bam. I bet Nightwing would love getting his hands on something like this. It takes Conner less than a minute to figure out which button enables what during which time he talks to himself at first: ]

I can’t be the only one here. And why would she thank me? I don’t like this.

[ Then he realizes it’s recording (whoops). He clears his throat. In any case— ]

... M’gann? [ Wait. She's the last person he should be trying to get a hold of. ] Nightwing? Can you hear this?

If you can hear this, I think it’s important that we group up and figure out what exactly’s going on around here.

[ They’ll know it’s him by his voice he’s sure. And hey - if they don't pick up on his transmission then someone else likely will. ]

I ain't gonna bother asking where the hell I am right now or how I even got here. I got the rundown when I arrived so I'll spare everyone having to listen to me beating that dead horse. Glad to see at least someone in this shithole's easy on the eyes, though.

Either way - I can't go around blaming this one on Time Compression. Tch. Who the hell cares anyways? If Time Compression really is to blame for this then- [ Seifer switches up his tone to a low bland one, indifferent. ] -whatever.

Heh, look at me soundin' like Puberty Boy. [ A barking laugh. ] That's rich.

Might as well scope out the place while I’m here, give me somethin’ to do other than sitting on my ass.

[For someone yanked from her home only a week ago, M'gann appears awfully calm on the feed. In fact, as she walks through the Hold, netbook floating in front of her, she can't help but seem a little underwhelmed. Transports viewing the video can see her in all of her green glory as she quietly explores the Hold, footsteps barely making noise.

Finally, somewhere between the classrooms and library, the martian stops and looks to the camera, curiosity getting the better of her.]

I understand what the library's for, but are the classrooms ever used? I haven't heard anything about sessions or studying since I arrived. [She pauses, considering something.] Did I just come at a bad time? The creatures only just left, after all.

[Waiting a few moments, something hits her. Well, it's more of a delayed realization.]

In any case, would someone please direct me to the nearest place to eat? It's almost lunch, and I missed breakfast...

((ooc; open to action, and maybe a breakfast buddy 8D))

Now that there's some peace and quiet--

[ 'sup, guys? Someone's figured out the contraption she's holding and yes, she does have that weird headgear on while talking to you right now. ]

I can't help but say that I was expecting something a little more...unhelpful, given our sudden departures, but maybe we are lucky after all that our hosts want us to be as prepared as possible. As for myself, my name is Blazenova for those who did not meet me at the party. I expect nothing but results when working on these missions, so try to not waste my time.

[ She seems thoughtful at what she's about to say next, but decides it's for the best in the end. After all, it's better to be prepared than wait for certain disaster to come. ]

[...]

That said, how many of you are priests, paladins, monks - or, if you are not familiar with those terms, how many of you can heal injuries, cure poisons, and the like? I ask because while I can serve as a field medic, I rather like to be there to help take down opponents that much faster. However, if anyone has any kind of cloth they can give me, I can start preparing a stockpile of goods for us to use should we run out of medical supplies.

If there is nothing else, then I bid you farewell for now. Al diel shala!

Now that the city was back to normal, Ionae had some very important business to attend to. She was in the market place making some purchases. In her shopping bag, aside from the various random daily necessities (toilet paper, toothpaste, canned soup, etc.) is a book of nude art prints and two issues of playboy (or whatever the distant future equivalent is. There's got to be something.). She tried to be furtive and sneaky about buying them but she wasn't very good at it.

( So why is Ionae buying porn? (Locked to apartment 303) )

[Tori's just. Going to sigh and run a hand through her hair before talking.]

I really don't want to repeat that ever again, but knowing our beloved captors? I bet we'll all get to repeat something like it before we know it! Assholes.

Can't say I'll be as angry with them if I can find a good set of paints, though. At least then I'll have one more way to get my stress out. Which leads me to my question--does anyone here paint or do anything artsy? [It's not her passion or anything, but art is something she holds dear. Especially since it meant so much to her mom and means so much to Jeb.]

( Winry taps on her tablet screen, waiting for some sign of feedback. When it plays, it shows her frowning, bandana in hair, apron on. That also appears to be the ceiling. )

No, send the message already, don't do whatever you're doing now --

( Ah, but the tapping pays off, the video feed ending and a text message posting to the network soon after. )

Imports -

I'm looking for some kind of foam molding to outfit a leg I'm working on now that my customers have all reappeared. I don't know if any of you have worked with prosthetic limbs before, but I've heard rumors of some kind of shape-retaining foam that used to be used for them? Has anyone seen some kind of material that would work similarly?

Let me know if you have, or if there's any good scrap metal or hardware stores you've run into off the main part of the city.

Thank you,
Winry Rockbell
Automail Mechanic and Prosthetics Consultant

[HERE'S MS. NO-NONSENSE THEIRIN PUTTING ON HER BEST MAC TIR FACE Maker it's scary how easily she can project her father sometimes addressing the camera with a rather serious expression. it's obvious this is directed at a specific someone...shame she doesn't know how to private conversations.]

With the monsters gone, I suppose I can finally ask something that has been needling my mind for a few weeks now.

[she leans forward, a demanding look in her eyes.]

When shall I be seeing my third roommate back in his rightful, assigned home, Bariyan? I have been told that he seemed awfully receptive to Alistair's invitation, so why is it that after he discussed it with you he suddenly became less inclined to return?

I certainly hope the boy hasn't been fed lies in an attempt to keep him in your possession, Bariyan.

[ Hello fellow Initiative abductees members. Please pay close attention to the scowling God on your screen.

Or as much attention as you can pay while a thumb is over the camera. Everything is currently a nice shade of pink.]


Hail and well-met. I am Thor, of Asgardia.

I would speak with the leaders of this Initiative regarding my untimely abduction.

[ The voice rolls, deep like thunder, promising that unfavourable events will follow for whoever is responsible for this if they aren't put in contact with him. He's been fighting mutated animals since he arrived three days ago, so don't hold it against him. ]

I seek also a bathhouse.

[ ACTION - feel free to encounter him around the Hold, still covered in the blood of his enemies and seeking somewhere to get clean. Personal bathrooms aren't a thing in Asgardia. ]