Hey. Quick question.

[ The thief holds up a red vial of liquid, but anyone who has seen this particular chemical compound before might notice that it's not glowing as brightly as it used to. ]

Safe place to dispose of depleted xenothium ore? I've been stockpiling them for a rainy day, but I'm running out of safe places to hide 'em. Don't worry, can't make anything REAL dangerous out of the depleted form, but direct exposure might still make your hair fall out, if you get my drift.

[The feed starts off a little shaky, almost telling of a technologically incompetent user on the other side, but he seems to have it. After a moment, a long haired man shows up on the screen, inspecting his device to make sure it's really on, and yes, it is.]

So, I got a question. Someone mind explaining to me what these 'missions' are? 'Fraid I'm really not that studying type so going through this backlog is something that's not happening. Figured it'd be easier to ask all of you, since it seems I'm here for the long run. May as well get settled in best I can, and that seemed like something that's necessary to know.

And while I'm asking, anything else I should know? Secret handshakes, passwords, people to avoid, places with good desserts, how do make a dollar or two to survive, you know the basics.

[He smirks for a bit, about ready to turn off the device, then wait... right... manners.]

Please and thank you.

[So that may have been sarcastic but he figured he didn't want those moral types to be on his case for not saying 'please' or something.]

[ It takes Cair a bit to really figure out the tablet since she's not an engineer, but when she does, she smiles and makes sure she's looking decent enough for the camera. She begins to speak in Common since she believes it's universal enough here... ]

...This is certainly a time where I wish I had someone from New Tinkertown here--

Ah, hello! I believe I've figured out this device they've given us by now. For those of you who didn't meet up with me a few days ago, my name is Cairistiona Vyeth-Sunstriker, Knight Commander of Stormwind. It's a pleasure to meet everyone here.

Now, um - I know we're expected to train to strengthen our weapons and ourselves that much more. So, if anyone needs training in melee or light-based attacks, I'd be happy to offer my services however possible. I can schedule in training days and times with you, too, or if you'd like to join me, I can be found in one of the gyms at around seven in the morning!

Also, if anyone's in need of getting armor or weapons repaired or built, I can offer my services as a blacksmith. I'm not too sure on what kinds of ore there are in this world, but I can mine that, too should anyone need it.

[ She pauses here, wondering if it's okay to ask her next question... Well, Anduin was here, so what could be the harm? ]

For my next concern... Is anyone here from Stormwind, Darnassus, Exodar, Ironforge or New Tinkertown? Or, really, Azeroth in general? I figure it might be best if we work together here. ...That is, of course, if there hasn't been anything put in place already.

[...] I'm in room 501 if anyone wants to talk to me there.

[ ACTION ]

[ Lo and behold, the paladin can be found in her room and waiting for anyone to come over. It looks like she's already moved in well to her half of the room, if the way her mementos and other things are arranged. Her armor sets are hanging up with her dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of slacks. She's focused on the tablet after using it to record, trying to figure it out.

Should anyone come, she'll greet them with a wave and a wide smile. ]

Hello! May I help you?

[ She can also be found in the gym where she's diligently training - this time in her Lightbringer armor. (Don't ask how that crown is staying up like that.)

She's mainly checking to see if there's any dampeners put on her when she uses her powers. When she finds that there isn't, she's pleasantly satisfied. At least she can rest a bit easier knowing that. ]

...Hm... Wonder if I should practice anything else...

[ Sokka has adjusted the camera on his communicator so he can look into it as he walks--jogs rather. Seems he's going for a run. Got to keep fit! ]

So, guys. I've been wondering about something since I got here. What does a guy have to do to get some decent seafood?

[ Huff puff. He moves around other pedestrians, splashing through puddles as rain drops spatter on the lens of his communicator. ]

I mean, meat you've got. It's weird meat, but at least it's meat! But I haven't been able to find any decent fish. Or whale? How do you guys not have whale? What about blubber? Someone tell me there's at least someplace to get blubber around here!

[ OOC: Feel free to bump into him for action, too, if you so desire. ]

[He seems almost apologetic for clogging the network, but the cause is, he considers, rather serious enough.]

I'm looking for someone who looks like me.  Kind of like me.  

His name's Drift. I've heard he's here. 

[He's been looking, but he hasn't found him yet. And that only compounds Wing's worry.]

I fear he may need fuel. If so, I am hoping someone will help take some of mine.