<sub>[The feed opens up to a room with pink walls with plush, very comfortable looking couches, as well as more intimate looking tables and chairs for two or three. Everything is clean, immaculate, and cozy. It then shifts to show flowers, many, many kinds in bouquets of different sizes, already in vases, corsages, wreaths, and other sorts of arrangements.

Flora appears in front of them all with a sunny smile.]</sub>

Hello, everyone!

Spring hasn't arrived yet, if it ever really will in the way I'm used to, at least, so I thought why not try to make a little of our own? The flowers are free to absolutely anyone that wants them. Even if it's just a for a short while, I hope you can take a little of spring with you and have brighter days.

_{[The feed then moves to display all sorts of cakes, treats, and teapots before she appears again, scratching her cheek a little bashfully.]}

Oh, and um, it's also my birthday today, so if anyone wants anything here, please, feel free to help yourself. You're quite welcome to stay a while, too, if you like. I'll be here all day.

Farewell and see you soon, perhaps!

<sub>[The feed cuts off. There are directions provided in text. And if there was any doubt as to which building it is, it's got flower baskets hanging around the door of it, window boxes, as well as potted plants to either side of it.

And around it.

...and down the pathway.

Yeah. So. Shouldn't be too hard to miss.]</sub>

[ Kuroh’s been here for a couple months now. He’s kept careful tabs on the network and made a few new friends, learned a few new things. Chief among them: People often ask their fellow Transports a really personal or philosophical question over the tablets for no other reason than to pass the time.

So. To demonstrate his totally admirable social skills--and also due to a recent pang of homesickness--he’s going to prove that he can fit in here. ]

Good afternoon. This is Kuroh Yatogami. [ Well everyone already knows that since this isn’t anonymous, but for the sake of politeness. ] I wonder, how many of you here also had teachers back home who were very important to you? I mean the sort who were just as much your family as your instructors. [ Oh no, he’s starting to look nostalgic. ] Those who taught you everything you know and loved you unconditionally.

For me, that was Ichigen Miwa. [ And with that, his normally quiet voice becomes a lot more emotional and excited. And...he reaches into his jacket pocket. Suddenly in his hand is a peculiar voice recorder. ] The late Colorless King, the wisest and most fair master anyone could ask for, whose inspired words of wisdom guide me to this very day! [ With a small click, Kuroh presses a button, and... ]

Walk casually
Along the path you have chosen
The path to your dreams.
[ Exsilium, you’ve been treated to the soothing, poetic voice of a dead man. Sorry, was Kuroh expressing interest in other people’s teachers earlier? No more. His cheeks are a bit flushed and one can practically see the sparkles in the atmosphere. ] And there you have it! Not a day goes by when I don’t--

[ Oops, and then he bumps the tablet with his free hand, and the feed is cut off. And thank god because he was showing no signs of stopping. ]

[ ooc note: this is before he learns of Certain Castmates’ arrival. Shiro, the fanboy's probably in the apartment. ]

[The screen flickers on to show Utena sitting on the foot of her bed. Said bed is unusually rumpled, and she looks bleary-eyed and tired. Her hair is disheveled too, but when she turns to the camera, she manages a sleepy grin. It's only a little forced.]

Uh, hi, to everyone who's been here, and all the new people. I think this is around the time new people show up, is that right? For everyone who doesn't know me, I'm Utena Tenjou. I'm fifteen years old...I think. [She rubs the back of her neck, and sheepishly adds:] My birthday's gone by since I got here, but I'm not sure if that counts. It's good to meet you all.

[Her voice sobers some, and she slows down.]

Ah, I wanted to thank everyone who helped me and Himemiya out a few weeks ago. It means a lot. I wasn't really myself then, so...sorry for any trouble. [It almost looks as if she'll stop the message there, but she continues after an overlong pause:]

Say, I was wondering, well, when I was, ah...well anyway. I noticed there's a lot of buildings around here that are run-down. That big greenhouse in the city looks pretty bad, and I thought maybe a bunch of us could get together and help clean it up a little. Y'know, get all the glass fixed, and plant flowers. Where I'm from, there's gardens everywhere, so I miss it a little.

[Her gaze drops. She looks off to the side, and then starts a little, as if suddenly remembering something:] Oh! And to everyone I asked about sports the last time, there's a way we can play without finding a field. I asked around, and that VR machine'll make any kind of field or court we want. That's great, huh? I wanna host a game soon. Maybe we can have something like that once a week. It gets dull around here.

Mm, that's all. [She rests her hand against her mouth, looks and sounds thoughtful. Mumbled:] If anyone's interested in a game or in helping with the greenhouse, you can find me around anywhere, but I stay in room 705.

I had one last question. Does anyone know how to cook? I wanna learn. There's not a lot of instant stuff to eat here, and I'm not so good at cooking from scratch yet...

[After a while:] Hey, Nanami-kun. Are you still here?

[There's an audible groan over the feed before Gilgamesh's tablet actually turns on and his irritated expression becomes present--though, it's a lot smaller than it usually tends to be. A much younger edition of the Sumerian King reaches up to pluck bits of dirt and leaves from his hair, finding himself standing just outside of the city and holding a gigantic golden axe over one shoulder.

He's not really pleased with his situation.]

He brings me out, but doesn't realize that the potion itself does wonders to my center of gravity when it's first imbibed... [Stretching his arms out and setting the tip of the axe against the ground, the young king regarded the camera with a weary smile.]

Hello, everyone--it's your future King. While I'm in a good mood for once, is anyone interested in playing a game or going on a bit of a hunt?

[It took him a while to do this. He knows that he should say something to all the friends she left behind, but he can't trust his voice right now. So he uses a text instead]

So... it looks like people sometimes leave here. I don't know why, but... Claire Bennet's gone. Probably back home where she belongs. She's safe there, by the way. I just thought to let everyone know.

[ The feed flickers on. Han keeps the video setting off. No names had jumped out on the list as threatening or even familiar, but it paid to be careful. He had changed his own name. One of his old fake IDs now sits where “Han Solo” used to on the tablet.

As much as he expects this to be a failed enterprise, he has to try. He clears his throat. ]

Uh, there’s an emergency situation. I’m looking for an escaped Wookiee. Eight-feet-tall, covered in brown fur, very aggressive. If anyone knows of its whereabouts, contact me immediately. Do not try to engage it yourselves. Repeat: do not try to engage it yourselves. It’ll rip your arms off before you grab a blaster. So. Don’t try to be heroes. Thanks.

[ If they’re here, they’ll know. They’ll contact him themselves. Now to sit back and wait—only his least favorite thing to do. ]

[Bloop. The video turns on to show a shiny new face, a teenage boy who's apparently not completely sure he's doing this thing right. After a moment of scrutinizing the camera he apparently realizes it is in fact recording, and starts talking, the busy market place bustling in the background.]

Uh, hi. I'm Toji. I just got here.

[Yeah, okay. Even he can tell that was basically the lamest intro ever. He grits his teeth a bit and decides to just lay everything down.]

Okay. I'm not gonna pretend I understood halfa what they just told me, but they said they bring a lot of people here, right? From different times and worlds and all that. So that means maybe it's a long shot, but there could be someone here I know.

[Hold on. Someone might misinterpret that. Touji decides to clarify a little, looking just the tiniest bit flustered.]

Not that I need anyone here holdin my hand or nothin, I'm just sayin it'd be nice to see a familiar face.

[A few more moments of deliberation, and Touji changes his mind entirely.]

You know what, forget I asked. Can someone tell me where the best place to get some clothes in this market is? Ones that don't make me look homeless. Wearin this plugsuit everywhere is gettin embarrassing.

So, um, first off I just wanted to say hi to all the new people! And say that I'm sorry you're kind of stuck here, too. It's tough, but there are lots of nice people here, so if you're having trouble with anything I bet you'd be able to get help. Except going home, that's still a mystery for everyone.

[And then a smile breaks out on her face, and she moves her tablet so the feed shows a wing of one of the gyms with a barre running along a wall, and mirrors attached to that wall. As quickly as she turned the camera away from her face, it's focused back on her.]

I know last time that I mentioned I was looking for a place to dance, and some other people mentioned they'd be interested in the same thing, so I asked the Initiative people if it would be okay if we could have a wing in one of the gyms to turn into a place for the dancers here to practice. And, um, they said yes, so here we are! There's not going to be formal lessons or anything, unless somebody else wants to set something like that up. I just wanted to let everyone know that they can stop in whenever they want to!

Oh, and - if there's anybody interested in going outside the city sometime, I'm looking to take a trip or two. Before anyone gets all worried, I know to be really careful, and I've done it once before.

[With another smile, she leans forward to end the feed.

ooc: this is all mod approved!]

[It's late, but apparently tonight is a night Lacus is having a harder time sleeping. So she's still awake, trying to keep Haro from being too loud and waking Cagalli or Sheryl. She decides to check the tablet, maybe others are in a similar position, being friends from home but from different points, like she and Kira were. Maybe they might have some advice that might help. She never had particularly thought of it as an issue, not until Kira had brought it up with the fireworks earlier last month.]

I don't suppose....any others here have friends from home that are from different points? I have one who remembers two years more than I do. I didn't really think anything of it initially, but I'm just wondering how others might have dealt with it, that might help. Two years doesn't seem like that long, but a lot can happen.

[Well. That and, she figures things get more serious and intimate between them over that time. For her, they had only recently started dating, but for Kira they had been for a good while by the point he ended up here as well. That is probably her main concern, though she knows Kira would never push her on it, and that he had assured her it was okay to tell him if she wasn't comfortable. But she doesn't want to upset him either.]