[ hello, Exsilium. Larsa carefully adjusts the camera before he gives a little nod to himself, and pulls back. he looks a little worn, but content nonetheless. ]

In the recent weeks I've found residence here, I've grown to learn that the medicines of the Initiative are not explicitly trusted by many of us.

My homeworld has a variety of medicines meant for both wounds and illnesses in the battlefield, and in my time as a student, I learned these recipes carefully. [ his gaze now goes to the small variety of bottles; the liquids inside differ in color and shimmer with ethereal light. ] Although many ingredients cannot be found here, there are reliable substitutes that work just as well.

[ and reminded of his rather... eventful gathering of ingredients, the corners of his mouth quirk up. ] To everyone who helped me collect, thank you. I am in your debt.

Its test run ran smoothly. Should anyone find themselves in need of a medicine and prefer not to turn to the Initiative, they are welcome to stop by Unit 304.

[ a brief nod to the camera. ]

Thank you.

[Good day to you Exsilium. This fine morning you have a rather serious looking Erza Scarlet on your screens (she's fully clothed this time) as well as Natsu and Lucy looking rather resigned and kneeling in the background.]

Good morning to you all.

Regarding the events of the masque ball I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for the terrible behavior of my guild mates and myself. It appears I unknowingly became intoxicated at some point during the night and became somewhat violent.

[She doesn't mention that Lucy also became drunk from the punch because she remembers seeing Lucy drinking with Claire. Natsu, however, has no excuse and the glare she shoots in his direction says as much. She clenches her fist with determination.]

I refuse to let this event bring further shame upon the guild. Therefore I wish to offer up our services, to both the Initiative and those wronged by our actions, to repay the debt for any damages we inflicted.

[At the 'damages we inflicted' Lucy can be heard whispering, "Didn't she cause more damage than we did..?" and then quickly half-ducks behind Natsu when Erza turns suddenly with a murderous look in her eyes. The two figures in the background go completely pale but Erza only bows humbly before the camera. After a few moments Erza looks back at the screen, her severe tone having softened.]

Sayaka I'm sorry for abandoning you after our dance, it wasn't my intention.

[With her final apology complete Erza turns to deal with her friends. Lucy, now using Natsu as a shield, raises her arms up as if pleading for mercy.]

((OOC: Context Feel free to say your character was injured by these idiots at some point during that night.))

GUYS!

GUYS GUYS GUYS!

[Hello Exsilium, have a very excited, and possibly familiar to some, Panda! He's been away for a while, but now, it seems, he's back with his usual fanboyish glee.

At least this time we're not seeing the inside of his nose?]

Oh. Right. Sorry, sorry. Volume control. Gotta remember that. But...so cool.

Okay. Okay. I disappeared from here for a while, right? That's what happened? That's what happened. Okay.

We can time travel.

[His expression says "IS THAT NOT THE COOLEST THING EVER?"]

Not the missions, I know about the missions. But we time travel when we go back home! Get this. We come back...exactly...the time we left.

So I didn't even get in trouble with Master Shifu for missing lessons or anything!

[His excitement dulls just a little however, and he looks thoughtful.]

But...okay. It does get kind of weird. I couldn't remember you guys. That was...that was kind of a bummer, actually. But...but now I'm back and it's all back! Here!

[He points to his head.]

Isn't that just the coolest?

((OOC: Folks in (or around) Room 105 can action-tag as well, if they like! Hi new roomies! :D))

[The screen comes on, showing Meliantha, with two small barrels - about knee-high, each - with markings on them (probably writing, but not Earth languages) on the table next to her.]

It has been brought to my attention that, for the good of us all, I must sacrifice some things I brought with me.

This [She puts her hand on one of them] is a small-keg of Tanagyr's Stout, a dark stout, well-regarded and smuggled heavily from place to place. And this [She touches the other] is a small-keg of Saerloonian Special Red, which is as the name implies a red wine, considered excellent where I am from.

I currently have about nine gallons of the beer, and eleven gallons of the wine, available. In order to keep the peace and help those in need, I will be willing to share these with us who have been brought here. Bring your own cups or glasses.

Since many people do not think well of those that just give things away, therefore I request in return the best joke you know - I am sharing something to improve people's moods, so we can have that in return.

[Video]
[The feed turns on to a serious young man as he examined the tablet in front of him, though that scrutinizing look quickly disappeared when he noticed that the video feed has turned on, in fact looking quite impressed at the device's speed before speaking.]

I don't know if this could be seen by everyone, but it's worth a shot.

[There's a short pause before the male continued.]

How many of you here received a weapon that's out of the norm upon your arrival, and can someone point me out to someone who is experienced with that type of training?

[Before he introduced himself, as per the usual protocols.]

My name is Athrun Zala, it appears I'm as much help as a beginner when it comes to information right now, so any more in addition to the Initiative's words would be welcome.

[The screen comes on, to reveal one uncertain hobbit. This isn't at all what he is used to, but now that he has taken a closer look, interest takes over. Frodo leans in close and murmuring under his breath]

Such a fantastic glass.

[. He has gotten more used to it since the first time, but it still impresses him. Frodo clears his throat, all business and aware (so he has been told - and seen, unintentionally, thanks to Rick O'Connell's luck with the tablets) that he may have a number of eyes on him, more than he might expect. It feels odd speaking into this thing, rather than a group he can see, that for a moment, he finds himself pausing. He may never get used to this.

Now. Where to begin?]

My name is Frodo; well met to all of you. I wish it were under better circumstances, but as a good many already know, it seems we are quite stranded here for the time being.

There is one thing I wish to ask of you all; has anyone seen any other hobbits around? They would be small compared to you Big Folk, with curly hair on head and feet, and pointed ears.