─Oh, crap.

[ The video flicks on just in time to spot (1) one blonde reporter darting around the island in the kitchen towards a smoking toaster. And no, that is not smoke from a potentially ruined meal.

Elena swiftly pulls the power-cord from the socket, waving smoke with her free hand. ]

You're kidding me? You're choosing now to die on me? [ It is clearly all the toaster's fault here, all the toaster's fault.

Annoyed she retrieves the black as night toast (yes the meal was also ruined) from the now defunct toaster and drops it into the bin, before return to her tablet. Not at all surprised the video function has turned on in her rush. ]

I spend twenty minutes trying to think of something productive to post to the network, instead you get a grown woman fumbling grandly with the most simplest of tasks. [ Somehow ruining a perfectly good toaster. ]

I'm Elena Fisher, international news correspondent and all around ruiner of all things toast.

[ At least she can find some humor in all this? ]


( ooc; action open to roomies if they so feel inclined. )

[ when Kururu comes on she's sitting on a couch, or more like fidgeting in place, surrounded by various metal parts some of which look like they used to belong to a wheelchair. ]

U, um... I'm sure someone has probably mentioned this before but - what do you suppose happens to people who...aren't here anymore?

I, I'm sure they just go back home and all is well, right? [ she laughs softly to herself and for a moment there's a rather sullen and worried look on her face. however, she quickly recovers and a bright look on her face overtakes everything. ]

I'm sorry if this is a really silly question, but I was only curious.

Greetings,

I have seen the poisoned earth and the strange trees beyond this city's borders; I did not recognise half of the roots scavanged from there abouts. And no doubt the quality of produce from seeds sewn out there would surely be questionable at best. As such, I would know what means Exsilium has for the growth of plants.

Though I imagine that a poison brew would simple enough to make from what currently exists, there must be some means of harvest provided for use by apothecary?


[ About ten minutes later, the post is updated with a second (unrelated?) query: ]


And if anyone knows the best means of cooking lamb, I would be most grateful for assistance.

[Woe and betide Samus Aran, for her shower would forsake her this morning. It was a nice routine, not that she really liked the idea of settling into one much; wake up, stretch, shower, shove some breakfast in her mouth, go to the Police Station and do her Police Lady thing. This morning however would not be par the course; her nice, hot shower turned into an unforgiving sheet of frigid ice water pelting her back. Not to mention the utter darkness that fell over everything. The distinct hum of electricity stopped. The distinct, muffled and frustrated groans of a few other unfortunate apartment residents she could pick out through the walls. They could probably hear hers too.

Mere inconvenience? Or attack as well-founded paranoid let her mind secondarily settle into. She ambled out of the shower, slipping and sliding on the wet tile floor just to hastily throw a towel around herself. It's surprisingly dark inside the building despite the time of day, and her eyes haven't had time to adjust yet.

After a bit of fumbling around, eventually she manages to locate her tablet. Given the circumstances, she'll be sticking with audio.]

Requesting a status report from all awake and coherent Transports.

[If she could figure out if this outage was limited to just the apartment building or not, that would be a good first step.]

Who has electricity and who does not?

[Shelke is sitting cross-legged on the ground outside of the apartment complex, dressed in a purple sweater and a pair of baggy blue jeans, her left arm wrapped in a sling pressed into her stomach. Behind her an umbrella is propped up, shielding her from the drizzle. She'd gone outside to get away from the blackout for a while, and this seemed like as good a time as any to make this announcement.. She's frowning faintly at the camera, as if she isn't certain she wants to be on video but decided she didn't really have a choice.]

...For anyone who knew Cloud Strife, he is gone.

[Her voice isn't quite as empty as usual, there's an edge of frustration, maybe a bit of anger, at a situation she can't control. But she gathers herself up after a moment and reaches out to turn the camera slightly, and behind her is a half-rebuilt motorcycle, which she had been working on for Cloud before he disappeared. Shelke looks even smaller than usual, sitting next to the large machine.]

He left this behind. If anyone wishes to find the remaining parts I need to rebuild it, they may use it as they wish when I am finished.

[And then she turns the camera back to herself, and it looks like she's going to turn it off when she hesitates.]

Has anyone kept a tally on how frequently people who leave here are brought back?

[From the look of things when the feed switches on, a slow nineties R&B music video is about to begin, judging by the dark room, the candles on every available surface, and the rugged man sitting on the edge of a well-crafted wooden bed--okay never mind, that's Thorin. And he looks bamboozled about something.]

The dark does not trouble me. There is convenience to be had in the non-burning lights built into these towers, but they are not necessary. Clearly we have other means. [As he turns to gesture at the candles, the light catches on the soot and gray mixed into his hair, before he looks back.]

...But what I do not understand is the sudden stench of this place. Someone explain to me why darkness would cause a place to smell of flowers. [A not-so-hidden sneer of disgust.] I would like to know.

 What the hell was--

[Thud. Kagura had actually decided to sleep in the apartments last night, since she had been in the area, instead of around the borders like usual. Unfortunately, this time, the power would actually go out. Despite having awesome demon powers and such, she's still bumping into pretty much every object ever, yelling loudly as she does so, including several expletives. It hasn't occurred to her yet that her tablet might actually serve as a light, as she's moving away from it in search of the door. Sorry to anyone around her, but she's grumpy, and she's horribly inconsiderate.

So, par for the course.]

If this is is some sort of fucking joke, I'll take their head off. Where is a lantern.....

[Ygritte's got her furs on, though her trousers aren't her normal, bulky ones. These ones have been gratefully given to her by Gwen.]

I've got enough supplies now. Should be headin' north any day. Just wanted to talk to any o' you who've made it. Like t'know which paths you've used and the like.

[Not that she needs help to travel.]

Just like t'know is all. I've got enough supplies with me to last a few weeks. But I'm a good traveler and don't expect to be out that far. Just like t'see what's out there.

[See if it's like home.]