[ It begins with a shaky video feed as the owner adjusts communicator. The shakiness stops and a woman takes a step back to show herself on screen. The woman looks very much like Sophie, except it looks like she has grown a few years older and now possesses a more mature figure. While she may look physically older, her personality hasn't changed much. ]

Hi, everyone. I hope I'm using it correctly... I've never really used the network much the first time I was here. Sorry.

[ Sophie twirls in a circle, giving her white dress a little spin. She wants to show off a little! ]

I was thinking Pascal would have found a way to make me fifty feet tall and shoot lasers from my eyes. Lasers are fun, I heard. [ And then Cheria objected against it. ] But... being this way is fine too, I guess. I had a dream once where I grew up looking this way.

I never thought it would really happen.

[ Then she clasps her hands together, smiling. ]

Now that I'm back, I'll do my best to help everyone. My name's Sophie.

BeHoLdInG mY LoOkStUbS aLl At SoMe bItChTiTs MiRaClEs RiGhT nOw.
tHiS iSn'T bEiNg ThE bEaCh I wAs OuT tO gEtTiNg SoMe WaItInG On FoR mY lUsUs At.
BuT tHiS hIvE iS fUlL uP wItH tHe WiCkEd PiCtUrEs.
mAkEs a BrOtHeR fEeL aT hIvE lIkE.
WhAt'S gOt ItSeLf MiSsInG iS tHe WiCkEd ElIxEr.
aNd PiE. :o)
WhErE cAn ThIs MoThErFuCkEr GeT cHiLl WiTh ThAt BiTcHiN sNeEzE aNd SoMe FaYgO?

((ooc: Translation: Beholding my lookstubs all at some bitchtits miracles right now. This isn't being the beach I was out to getting some waiting on for my luses at. But this hive is full up with the wicked pictures. Makes a brother feel at hive like. What's got itself missing is the wicked elixer. And pie. Where can this motherfucker get chill with that bitchin' sneeze and some Faygo?

Which is to say, Gamzee's been kicked back in time to pre-Sgrub, so he's high as motherfuck and the chillest juggalo clown to ever be obsessed with miracles.))

Alright, lemme make sure I got this exact. We've been rounded up to fight in some dad-blamed future battle, and in the meantime we're supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs. Guess some things never change, huh?

Look, I got sympathy, I really do. You have terrific taste, bringing me here. I'm all aces. And hang, I hate to say no to a lady. Some of you have to be ladies, right?

[ Cough cough. Ahem. ]

But I'm all booked up. I got a date with Hitler and his Nazi crum-bums. I can't stick around for this.

[The face that comes to the screen is one that may (or may not) look familiar. Judging by how suddenly the communicator clicks on, its done in a frantic sort of smack, like it was hit accidentally. Whoever is on the other end sure does look a lot like a certain Lord of The Undead...only much less undead.

His voice is full of emotion, and full of rage. Its unclear as to where he's been the past few days, but judging by the undead gore on his armor, he's been out killing his own army...without knowing it, of course.]

Enough of this charade, I will hear no more of it. You will tell me where you've taken me, who you serve, and where you've taken my men. Do you not understand what evil threatens my Kingdom? I must be returned immediately!

[Its impossible to see who Arthas is confronting, but the light of the device seems to catch his attention, and he turns his head down to glare at it. His hair, where it was once wispy and white, is now full and golden blond. His eyes no longer glow that horrid runic blue, but instead are a lively sea green to compliment lightly tanned skin. He bares silver armor, chased with gold around its edges, swathed in a royal blue cloak bearing a strange symbol.

He also has a huge motherfucking hammer bearing the same symbol in his hand.]

What sorcery is this?

[It's been a long while since Chloe last popped in on the network, but unlike last time, the transmission isn't accidental, or dim, or even dire. She's settled comfortably at a table in a local cafe, sipping away at a hot chocolate and looking-- well, it certainly is Chloe Frazer, but she's smaller, a bit sharper around the edges, somewhere around ten years younger than she ought to be, which, owing to all the timeline nonsense, isn't all that bizarre.]

Right, okay. Not usually one to ask for advice, but seeing as how I'm not planning on sticking around and don't feel like absorbing the local culture, I could really use a hand or two. Recently got paid for an odd job, problem is it's not real money; it's this monopoly nonsense that works fine around here, less well back home. Meaning that when I do go back, my hard work was basically wasted effort if I've got nothing to show for it.

I'm sure you follow why that's sort of unappealing, yeah?

So, just out of curiosity, where's the local bank or-- whatever-- that does exchanges? You have one of those, don't you?

[She moves to switch off the feed, stopping short as a particular thought pings in the back of her mind.]

--Oh, and Charlie? If you're still alive, drop me a line. Fairly sure I owe you a finder's fee.

[The feed turns onto a face that may be familiar to some. Her hair is much shorter, her eyes larger and her cheeks fuller, but it’s unmistakably Yoruichi, even if she only looks about nineteen right now.]

[She looks rattled, but determined not to let her recent arrival get to her all the same. Still, her words are hurried, betraying her obvious distress.]

If there’s anyone out there from the Onmitskidou, or the Gotei 13, or Seireitei...or Rukongai, I guess, can you let know? And if you know why all these humans can see us--

[She stops and pulls in a deep breath, her face firming]

I got an explanation but it doesn’t make sense. Since when are humans even capable-- [the last is a mutter, almost to herself] So just. If this thing’s working and you have some information, it’d be a big help.

[She bites her lower lip, then reaches out to turn off the device]

(ooc: Backdated to earlier today.)

Ever seen an eight-year-old blue antropomorphic hedgehog?

YOU HAVE NOW.

Somehow when no one was looking time caught up with the blue blur, and now there's a pudgy blue puggle zipping around the apartment complex in a patter of heavy footfalls, getting into things, playing feverishly with his smartphone, babbling in excitable kid-speak to everyone he meets no matter how friendly or scary, sliding down the banisters to the staircase, perching on things, and generally doing anything he can to not be BORED.

So, where does he find you?