[A smiling young man stands just outside of the training grounds, setting his tablet up on a crate so he can film himself. Fixing his mantle and his scarf, Coby proceeds to adjust himself accordingly as to look absolutely formal. In terms of addressing the public, he's been educated on how to conduct himself and it seems like his goal to look upstanding and reliable. Straightening his back and then saluting, Coby addressed the tablet with his air of duty.]

Good evening! My name is Coby. I'm a Captain of the Marines and much like the rest of you, I've been brought here to serve and help return the world to order. If at any point you need assistance in your efforts to strengthen yourself or you need a helping hand in battle, think nothing of asking for my aid.

[Down went his hand at his side--Coby bending slightly to bow before the camera. He word a smile, attempting to look as amicable as possible.]

Please rely on me! As a member of the Navy, the safety of the World's citizens is my priority!

[He reached over to turn off the tablet just before the feed cut off.]

[Filtered from Roxy but lets face it she could probably crack this open by just looking in it's general direction, he's just...hoping she won't.]

Alright, pay attention, I need some a' you to make yourselwes useful for once. If it's any a' you who can't fight especially consider this payback for sawin' your asses god knows how many times.

I'm sure you all know by now this [WALENTINE'S DAY...] planet got a holiday comin' up centered around your single formed watered down horseshit excuse for romance, I mean we already got a buncha hopeless jackasses who couldn't date 'emselwes out of a paper bag practically throwin' themselwes onto the network askin' for help or more what the fuck they're meant to do.

But considerin' it's sorta more or less expected an' downright good form for two indiwiduals with actual concupiscent goings on to get together an' do somethin', I need suggestions. What the fuck does this shithole ewen hawe that could come close to passin' as some sorta legitimate good time.

She likes Wizards an' Alcohol. Her name's Rox' if you know her.

So.

Get to it.

A question to you all that has been weighing on my mind for some time.

We've already inadvertently changed history to our own detriment before. What happens if we accidentally change history so that one who invented our time machine was never born. If there was no one from the present to open the time portal back up, would we just get trapped in the past?

Do any of you know how to build a time machine from scratch? I do have some hope of eventually returning to my homeworld, and being stuck in the seventh century would make that significantly more difficult.

[Utsuho's just figured out how to use the video function. Or so she thinks. The feed shows a close up of the red 'eye' on her chest, before she holds it away a bit. Hopefully no one gets motion sickness, because she continues to move the feed around, and it doesn't help that she seems to be flying.]

I think I've got it. These netbook-things should be easier to use. They don't even look like books...I don't even know what a computer is...

[She frowns for a moment. Apparently she'd been having trouble with it. If she had bothered to actually listen to the whole shpeal she was given upon arrival, it would have been immensely useful. The fact that she can only use one hand to operate it right now doesn't help matters any. She then seems to become a bit more focused.]

So who do I have to blow up in order to get out of here? Satori's gonna be worried if she finds out I'm gone.

...kind of like last time.

Anyways, let me know soon. Or I guess I could just start blowing everything away.

[And she actually seems to be contemplating this, looking down at some of the people below with an almost predatory look before the feed ends.]

[ So last time Morgana appeared on the network you all got a lovely view of her face. This time? Well the tablet has been distinctly pointed towards what looks like a ruined wall, eroded by time or anger it is hard to tell. ]

She is gone.

[ What a lovely opening. The voice comes from off camera, laced with venom and anger. She did not want to remember, she did not want to experience all that again, she hates them she hates them ─

And the Initiative made her love again. ]

She is dead.

[ If she knew more about the tablet, if she cared, she would filter this to the necessary parties (the only ones who would understand her words) but she doesn't, she is far too angry, far too furious to do such a thing. ]

That girl died years ago while Camelot slept, she died and she is never coming back.

[ Is she trying to convince them? Or herself? Who knows and perhaps no one will, but a moment later with heavy footsteps the camera goes dark. ]

[As usual, Galadriel appears on the tablet looking like a queen about to address her people. Taking things far too seriously? Maybe.]

I realize that there has been no shortage of apologies share since the rather unfortunate...disruptions of time. Nonetheless, I feel obliged to offer my own, along with an explanation. I was born as Artanis and for a great many years that is what I was called. There was no deceit intended in any recent introductions, I assure you. It has been long since I have been called by that name, however. Most now know me as the Lady Galadriel and I would prefer to be addressed as such. I regret any confusion this may have caused.

( Private to Arthur Pendragon and Guinevere )

( Private to Elissa Cousland )

( Private to Celebr�an )

I gave it time to ensure that I was not mistaken and to check among the latest Transports...

[That's a lie, she was in denial.]

To those that knew my husband, Lord Elrond has left Exsilium and returned home. It is better, I think, for him to be there than here, fighting another war.

If there is anything he was to do that I might fulfill, please tell me of it.

[The camera clicks on to reveal a skinny kid with a mess of brown hair. He's holding the tablet in front of him, so the view's a bit shaky; it doesn't help that he's fidgeting and gesturing with his other hand as he speaks, first and foremost being a quick and awkward wave hello.]

Hey. Hello? This is on, right? You know, they should put a light on these things to show they're transmitting. Maybe they do, I didn't really - [Barely a pause as he checks himself, gets back on track.]

Sorry. Hi, my name's Peter. Peter Parker. So I got the welcome tour, and I guess my big question is - where can we get decent food around here?

[Priorities. He got most of the relevant info the other day, anyway. He almost looks like he's done, but then he abruptly remembers something and speaks up again in a rush.] And I made a thing. I mean, I didn't really make it, I just re-made it. I probably messed some of it up, but I guess nobody here's going to know any better, right?

It's for Collette, but I figured anybody could use it. Let me know if you have questions, or just type "help" and it should cover the bases. And don't forget to use your lanterns. [And Peter out - no wait, just kidding. He's half a second from ending the transmission before he stops.]

It's a game, by the way. The thing.

[He's done for real this time, pending an attachment:]

► ATTACHMENT 1: zork.exe

[ Though considering the video is a close up of the toe of a white boot, which is tapping up and down on top of what looks like wet roof tiles, there's not much point to a video in the first place. ]

The people who brought us here have a lot of nerve asking us to fight for them without giving back in return. If they're going to take us away from our homes and demand that we fight for them, they should give us a reward for what we're doing. I don't want their useless money, I want real compensation for my time. I'm a professional, after all. Paying me to fight battles that don't involve me isn't cheap.

Alternate timelines and a mission right off the bat. And apparently it's science and not magic. [ That one she's still querying. She hasn't seen science like this ] I guess I'm glad I hadn't expected a quiet... life. Not with war mentioned. [ Stating the obvious again, Emma ]

So, I guess now that everyone's back to how they were before this? [ Would you even know if you weren't? No. Don't ask that ]

Right. [ She did have an actual question, too ] Does anyone know how to use a sword? [ Just throw it out there, that's how you do it ] I guess if I'm supposed to use it I should learn how to use it.

( Snow White )

Hey. How are you doing? [ Do you remember me, mommy? ]

[Her hood is down, the camera catching bits of fire. Ygritte isn't focused on the camera, poking the fire a bit more.]

I want t'know more about the lands outside o' the city. I been there, so if one more person tries t'tell me that it's dangerous out there, I swear to the gods I will shove my spear so far up your arse you won't sit for a fortnight, aye?

[Ygritte: making friends through threats.]

I wanna know about the game out there. I've got enough o' those birds, but I miss real meat, a bear or ox. Enough furs to actually make somethin'.

An' yeah, I know I promised t'take a few out there. Now that this whole mess with them machines and time is over-- I can go whenever.

[That whole time thing? It makes her bristle. It was only a few months or so before, but enough to make her chest hurt all the more to think of a certain Crow.]

I'm pretty sure this wasn't how I planned my day ending, just for the record. I mean I'm all for fighting for what's right and sticking to your beliefs but if you're going to bring in outside help the least you could do it give a little warning, you know? I mean there may have been plans already in progress. Important plans. And while I get that I can't just wisp off back home [ because she's tried ] I'd like to not keep this waiting too long.

So, how do we go about speeding this up, then? [ Even if she knows that isn't how it works and likely won't, she can still try? ] Also, and not to offend anyone out there because I'm sure that you're all lovely, but it doesn't really seem like everyone's exactly prepared for this. Or that there's a whole lot of 'this' going on.

[ There's a quick sigh, a hand through her hair ] Anyway. Hi. I'm Paige, and I'm going to shut up. That could be good. [ Before you offend anyone else, hmm? ]