Hi, I'm Shu Ouma. You can call me Shu.

Nice to see you all.

[After Shu's self introduction there was an awkward silence lingering in the air.  The silence made him assume he messed up somehow. Shu's  completely nervous about showing his face to the network.  ]

Um.

[At this point he'd pretty much be okay with saying anything as long as it filled in the silence and didn't make him look bad. Here goes nothing.]

Does anyone here want to play a word game? 

The rules are easy.  All you have to do is take the last letter of a word and make a new word with it.  

For example "Happy"  ends in "Y" so you can only pick words that start with "Y". A word like "Yard" would work well I guess.

There's a couple more rules but they're simple. You're only allowed to pick nouns and you can't repeat words that were said already.  That's all.

Is anyone interested?

[In a staggering blow to the cliche for characters from fantasy-esque worlds, Yugo is actually able to figure out how to use the tablet without any awkward false starts or the like. Look, the instructions are RIGHT THERE it's not Yugo's fault you all can't read a manual.

The first thing you see, thusly, is a boy of probably around twelve, with some kind of small yellow bird fluttering around his head. He gestures to the little bird.]

Hi! I'm Yugo, and this is Az. I guess we're stuck here for now. It's kind of dreary here, and I miss the rest of my friends, but at least we're not alone, and at least we have a chance to make our situation better, right? Who else is around here?

Also do we REALLY travel back in time? That's kind of...scary.

[Later, action]

Yugo keeps showing up on rooftops, on balconies, or just generally in places that would be hard to reach, and it's really hard to figure out how he's doing it. However, careful observation will reveal that he's teleporting around by way of small linked blue/green portals as he explores his new (hopefully temporary) home. But if you're fast, agile, or can fly, you can probably catch up with Exsilium's newest resident.

[#1, Text to Network, Anonymous]

What is it you desire?

To make you think about this, let's agree not to just say "Going Home". Seeing what makes you unique is more valuable than what we mostly have in common.

[#2, Action]

*If you're out and about the streets around Exsilium - or the halls of the apartment building - you might just run into a certain oddly-dressed girl. Quite possibly literally, as she's using her powers to teleport around quite a bit.

Naturally, bothering her would have to ensue. Especially if her teleporting caused you to crash into her.*

[#3, Also Action]

*Alternatively, perhaps you agreed to meet her someplace in a quick offscreen message? She'll be there, right on time.*

(OOC: If you want a variant prompt or the like, ask! She's going to start considering using her charms occasionally now, so please check her permissions post if you haven't already.)

[Koltira's at his lake, sitting cross-legged in its center, on a platform of pure, glittering frost. Byfrost, his runeblade, is stuck in the ice beside him, glowing darkly--a black miasma crawls and leaps around the sword throughout this transmission, though it doesn't seem to bother Koltira much. Rather, his attention is fully fixed on the tablet, which he holds up with one gloved hand. He's wearing a black, high-collared shirt with long sleeves; no armor at all is visible. A collection of glass bottles, most of them empty, surrounds him.

It's been about a month since his blood frenzy, and several weeks since he and a few of the others handled Arthas. Aside from his night out with Bariyan for New Year's Eve, Koltira has tried to seclude himself from the population of the island, and definitely tried not to talk about all the terrible things that happened during his frenzy.

He is a creature of guilt and despair even at the best of times, but this most recent go-round on the misery carousel has left him deeper in darkness than ever before. He's decided that he needs to offer some apologies. Some explanations.]

Before I speak to you of the true matter at hand, I wish to thank those of you who assisted in dealing with Arthas and rescuing the Lady Proudmoore. Though he escaped, it will likely be some time before he is strong enough to trouble us again.

[He pauses. His expression, which had been entirely stoic, turns downcast.]

Important as that is, however, it's not why I'm talking to you. I mean to apologize for my actions of some weeks ago, especially to those unfortunate enough to encounter me in the forest. I am so terribly sorry for the harm I caused. I was not in full control of my faculties--that is why I tried to issue a warning.

[He shifts in position slightly, so as to pick up one of the fuller bottles and take a fortifying drink. All right. Pressing on.]

As some of you know, I am a death knight, of a world called Azeroth. I was killed, and then my raising into undeath was ordered by Arthas himself. My body is the product of the worst kind of necromancy, and the curses that bind me together extend beyond the flesh. All of my kind are subject to constant pain; barely tolerable to living senses even at its lowest levels. We were designed, quite literally, to be killing machines in the service of the Lich King--a name that Arthas has taken now, and that he will indeed eventually become.

[Another pause, another drink. This part of the explanation is his least favorite, but he knows he must tell it, in the interest of honor and transparency.]

Our essential curse is this: the longer we--the longer I--go without inflicting suffering on another living creature, the more we suffer in turn. If enough time passes, we fall into madness. We think of nothing but blood. Seeking it. Spilling it. Our pain becomes excruciating. Unbearable, wracking spasms.

I fight against this every day, as do all my brothers and sisters in death. But it is not easy, and I occasionally fail.

[He winces even as he talks. Almost through it.]

Again ... I am sorry for the pain I've caused. In the interests of the city, both yourselves and the general population, I've left the apartments. I shall remain here, and I shall limit my time among you, save as I must come and go in service of your protection against other threats.

It is all I can do.

[He's quiet for a moment, staring down at the ice. That's all, right? That's all he can say, he thinks. He ends the transmission.]