[The feed opens up to a rather messy table. There appears to be some sort of device sitting atop a dirtied rag. Looks like someone's maintaining their tech. Or trying to, anyway, since it doesn't look like he's able to dismantle it with his bare hands. If you're hoping to get a better look at the strange device though, you're out of luck, because the camera swings around to reveal a rather tired looking face, if those bags under his eyes are any indication. This guy looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in... well, ever.]

Hey, uh, the name's Isaac. I'm new. [Obviously. Bear with him.]

Anybody know where I can get a decent tool kit around here? Just the basics would work. Screwdrivers, pliers, files, that kinda stuff. One of my modules didn't like the crossing to this place and I need to get in there to fix it. [If only to take his mind off the larger scope of things for the moment. NO HE DOESN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT ALL THAT TIME TRAVEL-Y WAR STUFF RIGHT NOW.]

Uh, so... yeah, I'd appreciate it.

[And then a quiet murmur just before the feed ends:] I can probably wire up the RIG to this network too..

[ Someone should tell Cairistiona that she could get other clothes than the ones she has on right now - armor's good and all, but it sure doesn't help her not scare others away. Oh, well. Anyway, she's figured out the device as best as possible and will wave at the camera. ]

From what I've seen during my time here so far as well as what's been going on the network, I have to wonder: How often are training sessions held? And... would anyone care for me as a trainer? I can provide swordsmanship for those who would like to take up a sword as well as defensive maneuvers in combat.

[ No, sorry, she won't teach you how to summon ghouls or gargoyles. B| ]

[ FILTERED FROM ARTHAS MENETHIL ]

To those familiar with the name Arthas Menethil or, if he goes by the title here - the Lich King, could you explain in full what he has done during his time here? The reason I wish to know is that I want to prevent any further Scourge uprisings from happening here as well as try to think of a way to deal with him beyond what has been tried beforehand.

Thank you in advance.

[ FILTERED TO KOLTIRA DEATHWEAVER ]

Are you busy, Koltira? There's something I want to ask.

[It's been a few days since Aigis arrived, and she's been relatively quiet, keeping her head down, exploring the areas and of course, sticking incredibly close to Minato's side. She hasn't even really gone to her own room to meet her roommates yet. But recent changes have gotten her curious. The amount of new faces, the marks of destruction that seemingly vanished, and the brand-spanking new apartment buildings.

Asking locals is out of the question since they don't know, so it's time to try out the network. At the very least she's hiding some of her more noticeable mechanical parts under her school uniform.]

Things have changed. There was an old abandoned building that's now converted into apartments, but renovations like that can not happen just overnight. And there are new faces here, and they know of the history of this world, so they can't be 'Transports'?

I'm still relatively new to Exsilium. Is this normal for something involving time-travel?

[Adrasteius glares into the feed, adjusting it occasionally as he talks. The tablet is the strangest excuse for a scrying device he's ever seen, and he has little faculty with its functions.

The viewer sees a short, unnaturally thin elf, wearing richly colored robes with fingerless gloves. His long ears twitch constantly, and his blazing green eyes have no discernible pupils--though the direction of his stare is generally obvious. Bright red, violently glowing tattoos are visible across his neck and collarbone, and this glow seems to intensify as he speaks--rather, howls--into the feed.]

Tell me something. Is there a goddamn church around here somewhere? A man has needs, you know? SPIRITUAL NEEDS. What I'm saying is, I want to pray, and I want to do so in a holy house. I realize that we are all trapped in a Light-forsaken wasteland, but surely some people here still have religion? Yes?

[Congratulations, Exsilium, you are now privy to a very close up view of the Avatar's nose for a good ten seconds before she pulls back and faces the camera with a grin.]

Got it. [Throat clear.] So hi. Welcome to the new guys and girls... and other things. You'll find there are some weird things here, but friendly faces are not in short supply, no matter how many eyes they have. It's pretty neat, actually.

I'm Korra, and this-- [camera moves to show a rather large dog/bear hybrid, then back to Korra] -- is Naga. She's a polar bear dog, and we're from a pretty neat world where some people can control an element. That's called bending. It takes a while to master, but it's totally worth it. If you ever wanna see, let me know; it'll be awesome.

Anyway, I want to hear about what your worlds are like, what people or creatures can do there. We're supposed to work together, so getting to know each other's a step in the right direction.

[She pauses, then smirks.] And if anyone wants to spar, I'll be more than happy to oblige.

[The video feed is live, but the visibility is terrible. The tablet's owner sits in the near-dark, three stripes of red light where his face should be. Diego's spent much of his initial week in as much solitude as the circumstances allowed, an ear tuned to the chatter streaming over the network.

Best to test the temperature lest you burn your tongue on the first sip. That's what he always says.

But there's a matter that needs to be addressed, and urgently.

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, drawling:]

This world seems determined to serve up one cup of bitterness after another: monsters, mayhem, missions to the past.

[The red light flashes when it's briefly obscured by his knuckles and the handle of a mug as Diego puts it to his lips. The contents are choked down with a scowl that's barely readable in the low light. ]

I was happy to swallow every drop until I tasted this sewer water. They call it "coffee", I call it an abomination.

If there's a single tolerable bean in this city, I want it. Name your price.

All this shit is pretty above my pay grade, so it's not like I'm speaking from experience here or anything, but it seems like we got a crazy ass mix of folks around here.  I don't think I've ever seen so many aliens in m life and I come from a world where those guys are all over the freakin' place.

Though I gotta say, it's freakin' weird to be around a bunch of people who've never heard of Kryptonians before. [Just.  Throwing that word out there.  Vaguely hopeful.]

Anyway.  It's late, I'm bored.  We've got a shit load of aliens and sword and sorcery types up in here.  Tell me somethin' good about your world.  Or tell me something shitty, we can swap horror stories.

[It's late at night, which means it's time for punks in masks asking bullshit questions on the network to keep themselves from broody navel gazing.  Not sleeping is kind of a thing for him, but this not brutalizing strangers who really deserve it thing is kinda new and borderline unpleasant.  Feel free to spot a brightly colored spot skulking around rooftops.]

Our labor has not entirely been for nothing, it would seem.

[Elissa's actually out in the city, sitting somewhere and watching a few of the new arrivals sort themselves out. It's safer to be using the audio function if only so that her displeasure is not so easily seen. She still has several misgivings over what they've done to the earth in order to arrive at this point.]

But any victory is not without its costs. I attempted to speak to a few of the shop owners to ask them about what had transpired before now and no one could answer me. In fact, they all start looking at me as though I had grown three heads and horns. They do not seem to remember the change in scenery or even the monsters. One woman told me I must have been on the bottle.

[Considering the last time she had appeared on the network, this garners a brief snort.]

I suppose I'm the only one that finds all of that troublesome. I don't think I'll ever understand these time changes. A shame, too, because it seems like a fairly interesting concept.

[Too bad it just seems too far-fetched for her.]

And this talk of parties reminded me that I - we, really - would be celebrating a holiday if we were home. [Though it's been a while since she's done any sort of gatherings or parties.] I suppose that's a shame too. But I'm not the first to miss an important holiday or occasion, now am I?

[And being away from home isn't going to stop her from doing something for Satinalia. It's just going to mean a little bit of creative thinking on her part to find gifts suitable enough with the coin she has.]