[Shelke doesn't look any different at all when she appears on the screen, at least, not physically, so she still looks nine, and she's dressed in a pair of jeans and a too-big shirt and a large, fluffy jacket someone had given her. But immediately something is different, because she doesn't look bored. If anything, her eyes (which are plain old brown right now) are a bit wide and excited as she is peering around at the building she is currently poking through (which has seen better days but that doesn't seem to be slowing her down.)]

[She glances from where she's going to the little camera and back every few seconds, and nearly drops it twice.]

Uhm. Hi. [She steadies herself long enough to give an almost nervous wave.] Kate said we're allowed to use this for important things, so I was just hoping...has anyone seen my sister?

[That empty, emotionless voice is gone, replaced by an almost normal sounding child's voice, happy, worried, excited, a little bit scared, all mixed up in trying to sound a lot more in-control than she really is.]

Her name is Shalua Rui, and she's about...seven inches taller than me, and she's fourteen years old. Everybody says we look alike, she has the same hair color as me but it's much, much longer and she wears glasses, and she likes to wear red clothes, and she's going to be so mad at me when I find her.

[Because that's a serious worry when you're nine.]

I...she was with me. Before I woke up here I mean, and if this really is another world she should be here too right? Because we were toget-woah!

[The bit of broken building she was standing on wobbles and sends her tumbling down a little pile of rubble to the ground, the camera whirling away, spinning end-over-end until it comes to a stop pressed against some broken stone, showing Shelke sitting where she'd fallen, looking dazzed. But she's apparently fine, as she rubs at her head before scrambling over to pick up the phone again.]

I'm okay! ...So has anyone seen her?

[ Blaine woke up this morning in an unfamiliar bed still decked out fully in his charcoal grey suit, deep blue dress shirt, black tie, and shoes. It had been quite a few years since he could claim that was a common occurrence, but he rolled with it. That was when the memories started to flood back in and he spent a few minutes a bit confused and dazed before he found his tablet -confirming what he was hoping was hallucinations from overwork- and looked through the last few days of posts and his comments.

He sighs, pulls off his tie, straightens his collar, brushes his fingers through his hair to set it back to rights and moves into the better lit kitchen. When the feed comes on, there's a man who looks to be in his late thirties to mid-forties with blue eyes ignore the fact they're green in the icons looking at the camera calmly and with just a hint of a smile. ]


It looks like I wasn't so lucky after all. Whatever the Initiative's been doing effected me as well, just took its time doing it, and there's never a good time for unplanned inter-dimensional time travel.


[ A small upward lift to his lips. ] For those of you who don't know me or those who don't remember, I'm Blaine Thorps. I look forward to seeing more of you all until whatever 'unexpected event' the Initiative has planned next rolls upon us.

[/end of video]

[[For Roommates in Rm 207 Blaine will be there for a couple of hours that morning, or if you know him and want to swing by, go for it!]]

[On the feed, you can see a pretty blonde girl staring at the screen. She's brushing her long hair with one hand, reaching to poke around on the screen with the other.

Finally, she lets out a little sigh, and mutters:]

Same shit, different day, I guess.

[She'll finally look directly into the camera, now, and put on a bit of a smile as she continues brushing her hair.]

So, it looks like I'm one of the few people whose age didn't get screwed around with. Anyone else out there?