[Emil still has a lot of doubts about putting himself out there to people he has little business getting involved with and just slightly fewer doubts about the device he's supposed to use, but after a startling run-in with some familiar faces he'd rather not think about again he's a little desperate for people who don't dredge up memories of the worst times of his life. Not to mention, he's still in need of information. So despite how technology tends to bewilder him, Emil sits down and plays with the device and reads instructions until he manages to set up a proper feed. The camera is a little off center and the angle is awkward, but hey - it works.]

Hi, everyone. My name is Emil Castagnier, and I need answers to some questions. First, does anybody recognize the names of Sylvarant or Tethe'alla? Because if so, we come from the same world.

[He's not sure if he should add the next part, but figures it's worth a look.]

Derris-Kharlan, too. I know there are some people from Sylvarant and Tethe'alla here, but I don't know how many.

And second...does anybody know more about the time travel that's done here, and the influences it has on this world? If anyone has more information about the weapons we're given here, I'd like that as well.

[The network contains no shortage of complaints about problems in this place. Who the Initiative chooses to pull in, uncertainties and angry demands for purpose, even complaints about the weather. But there's one problem that has, as a whole, received very little attention.

Until now.

When the feed turns on, it's clear that the video function has been activated, but the camera isn't aimed at anything particularly interesting (just a wall). All that's really noteworthy is a constant sound in the background, something between a growl and a low-pitched meow. Clearly identifiable as being of feline origin.

Yes, from the sound of it, someone is now a victim of Exsilium's stray cat problem. Or, at the very least, of one particularly persistent stray cat.

This persists for a few long moments until a female voice, carrying a distinct hint of exasperation, adds to the soundtrack.]

Does this [A yowl of protest later, a cat, a skinny, orange, mangy little thing, comes into focus] belong to anyone?

[Going once.... going twice....

No, seriously, someone claim this cat or she's probably going to cook it B'|]

[The video feed is almost painful to look at. It's fragmented, and disorienting. Someone hasn't fixed the lens they cracked a while back, apparently.

But at least the video is short? For once, Yosuke's not chatty. He gets right to the point.]

I'm in ten-oh-five. My name is Yosuke. I...can a doctor come here? The clinic is far. I can pay.

[And then for good measure:]

Please?

[The kid isn't bleeding, and aside from being damp and dirty -very dirty, he must have just come back from a hike- doesn't appear to be in bad shape. But he does sound sincere about the request.]

(Ooc note! He's back from his hike tonight guys, and if you were in on the log go on and do your own things. It's that time. I sent out charts so you know what to do!

Anyone else? It's not contagious, don't worry.)

 [Kagura had decided to come to the Initiative. This time, of course, not to try and take it over, but to train. She'd felt odd ever since she was out by that strange boy. And, being the stubborn woman she was, would not admit to being sick. She'd just fight it off. Her body could regenerate. It always had. It always would as long as Naraku still had her heart.

After successfully getting the annoying trainer to leave her be, the place was hers. She closed her eyes for a second, overcome by nausea, but opened them with overwhelming resolve to stay upright, flicking her wrist to hit the target with a wind blade. Just one more....this time, she used her whole arm, creating a tornado.

It  disappeared right away as she dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach. She felt like retching up it's contents, but she couldn't do that now. Not here. She forced herself to stand, the camera left on the floor, as she wobbled her way to the door. One can assume that thud a few seconds later is her collapse.]

((OOC: So yeah. Radiation. It sucks. Feel free to come find her!))

Hello, and good afternoon! I've something of a strange proposal for anyone willing to play along. I can phrase it as a game, if that would make anyone more willing to humor me.

In any case, here it is: I would very much appreciate it if you could tell me three facts about yourself. Two of them should be true, but one ought to be a lie. Just harmless lies and truths, if you please! I'd rather not hear about the bodies you keep in the cellar at home. [ that goes with a polite laugh. that's a joke, see??? ]

Much obliged.

[[ooc; Damian will be practicing his new lie detector of a weapon!! The permissions post for it is right here. I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU FILL IT OUT FOR ME.]]

[Axel looks a bit haunted and haggard, like he hasn't slept in a few days and maybe was recently in a fight. Which wouldn't be incorrect assumptions, for that matter. He stares at the feed a moment like he's not sure what to say, then frowns.]

According to the date on my tablet, I've only been gone a little over a day. [A bitter laugh.] My, how much can change in a day.

[A brief pause and then he puts on a private filter.]
[Private to Riku]

We should talk. [His tone is severe, but not belligerent. You got some 'splainin' to do, Riku.]

[There's a new face on the video feed here, and that is the face of a somewhat troubled young man. He's not looking at the camera at the moment, instead looking around his surroundings with a thoughtful expression.]

This world has been through a lot, too...

[Without a single word of explanation on what he's meant, Yuusei turns to the camera to address any possible viewers directly.]

If there's a conflict, I'd like to help resolve it, even if it's in a world other than my own. These methods, however...

[He makes a pause, frowning and looking down a bit. "War" or "changing the past"... Even for him, it's hard to tell which of those he dislikes more; it's probably a little bit of both that makes him feel this anxious.

The duelist lifts his head, speaking up once again.]

... If possible, I'd like to speak with people who have been in this place for a while already. I have a few questions I'd appreciate answers to.

Thank you in advance.