Hello, network. I am Leliana, for all the new people here and those that do not remember.

One of my favorite preoccupations is storytelling. That is, listening to stories and telling them. I've been wondering...

A lot of us come from different places, yes? Different places mean different cultures, and to get to my point, different stories. I don't know if there is a collection of some sort, or if this has been asked before, but I want to listen to fables, myths or legends of all sorts from your homelands, if you will indulge me. That way, I can spread these marvelous stories in my travels if/when I get back to Thedas.

If you're more of the listening sort, I will be more than happy to relay stories from where I came from.

( [Action] Locked to his room/Kanaya )

[But later, a little while after that's all sorted out, he shows up on video. His hair isn't done so it's messy as hell and even obscuring his eyes because of the length, he has no cape, no rings, no scarf...literally the ampora version of "just dragged himself out of bed". Despite showing up on video however, he doesn't actually say anything. In fact it's like he doesn't even notice, because he's typing up text. With each keystroke, you can hear a little tap.]

( Cut for length and courier )

I can't believe how much time people spend on these machines
and how much weirdly personal and/or sensitive information people seem happily inclined to spill on them. Or you'd think it was sensitive at least.

Anyway I think it's so interesting how badly people want to go home and say they have their own battles to fight and the Initiative's battle is not theirs. It's interesting because if the Initiative is to be believed then their fight is our fight too. Given that our worlds are likewise being plundered. I wonder which world of mine is actually being used but I can only really think that home would be good for it. Of course it's hard to trust these people. I wonder what they would have to do to win the whole group over though. Entirely it's probably an impossibility. There's too many different factors. They sure do let folks run with slack though.

Who remembers when we fought practice battles in our memories anyway?? I am interested in talking to you.

Also I want to play a game. Does anyone know a good word game?

Here are some riddles too.

1) You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
2) I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
3) What can you catch but not throw?

Who thinks of these things anyway? [People are so strange.

SHE'S BORED YEAH...]

Good day, everyone! [she offers the feed a smile] My name is Rosalyn Cross & I am a priest of the church of Prontera in Rune-Midgard. I am very skilled in healing magic so if you're ever injured in any way, shape, or form please feel free to see me. I'll be more than happy to patch you up!

[suddenly she bends down for a quick moment before lifting up what looks to be a smiling pink blob] This is my good friend Solomon. He would like to help out in any way as well!

[she sets Solomon down on her lap & then looks back tothe feed]

If it's not too much to ask, can someone point me out to the nearest library? I'd like to know as much about this place & its history as I can so I can be of more help. Thank you so very much! I hope we can be friends!

[ Anyone who has met Alexstrasza before might notice, when she turns on the video, that there's a certain radiance missing from her person, but to anyone else she would simply look-- normal. As normal as a horned elf-woman can be, anyway. ]

I see much has happened during my absence, and that there are many new arrivals, including several individuals from my world. To the acquaintances I've made, I apologize for the suddenness of my departure, but not for the opportunity to return to my world. [ She breaths deep and smiles, a bit bittersweet but more towards content. ] I will still see to it that I am returned permanently, but for now, being able to attend to unfinished business will suffice.

I may have a proposal for the transports of Exsilium in the future, but I hear there are more pressing matters at the moment. There was a battle recently, and many were wounded. If there is any way in which I might be of assistance, do not be afraid or hesitate to ask.

[ And then, as if an afterthought, ] Also, I am seeking the aid of someone well-versed in these communication devices. Anyone with expertise in their more complex workings, I may have a request for you.

Guys. Guys! This is the most amazing thing I've seen yet...

( Collette holds up some sort of smartish or at least MUCH BETTER THAN THE 90'S cellular phone in blue. She grins, looking at someone offscreen, then actively begins demonstrating for the tablet. Talk about weird angles and table and propped up provided steadycam. )

This? Is a cell phone. It takes pictures! It plays games. It even plays music. Sure the reception in the future is totally bad but that doesn't diminish how amazing this technology is! Look at it! This is the phone your phone could aspire to be!

( Then, from off-screen: )

... Please give my cellphone back. ( That? That is a very heavy Japanese accent because REALLY NOW. NAOTO WANTS HER PHONE PLZ. )

[ A FEW MINUTES AFTER THIS THREAD. Leliana's voice is shaky and her accent heavier than usual, too much anger bubbling inside her. ]

Anders! Where are you, you fiend?

I can't believe I thought you were a good man. You were one of Elissa's friends, for Andraste's sake! To find out this out from someone else while you walk around like you didn't... you didn't...

The blood of Kirkwall's grand cleric is in your hands. Grand Cleric Elthina! How could you murder one of the holiest people in Thedas!? What have you to gain!?

[ ANDERS BRO GET YOUR ASS IN HERE BEFORE SHE HUNTS YOU DOWN HERSELF ]

[ ooc: I am so sorry for spamming! Important development that can't be delayed and stuff. ]