[Though she's been here a while, this is the first time Kerrigan will be addressing the network. Those who aren't familiar with her should easily notice the rather unusual hair she has going on, not being kept in it's usual... ponytail.]

Alright, I'll make this quick.

This place doesn't have much in the way of decent tech, but it obviously has some. I'm looking for equipment that can be used to scan and analyze a person's body in as much detail as possible. Not expecting much, but if anyone out there has the information I need, I'll gladly take it.

That'll be all.

[Waver looks a little agitated in this particular broadcast to the network. Sure, he'd participated in a war before, but this was a completely different story. After all, he chose to be the last war he was involved in. ]

So I get out of one war and have to participate in another one? At least the last one had something worth fighting for as a prize. What do these Initiate guys offer you if you're successful? Look, I'm not a fighter. You can ask the last guy I fought with and he'll laugh and wonder what the hell you could possibly want with a runt like me. You've got the wrong guy, I'm telling you.


[He pauses a moment, looking thoughtful.]

...But I suppose me telling them that isn't going to do much good. So I guess it would be better if I just toughed it out until they either reach their goal or someone strong enough comes along and puts an end to this.

[He waves a hand in front of the camera before picking the netbook up, and holding it over him like a teenager taking a selfie in the bathroom. From that angle, one can see his face, and the tunic he arrived in--with one large, noticeable tear in the material over his left breast.]

...What am I to say. This land is beyond Middle Earth, so I've been told, and time has no consequence here. There may be few here that come from before my time--or beyond it. [He laughs mirthlessly.] I would normally not be so inclined to believe such foolery. If I were not seeing much foolery with my own eyes. 

[Boromir then lapses into a troubled silence. He wants to ask about Frodo, and what became of the fellowship. And Pippin and Merry--had they been spared somehow, despite his failure to save them. But there was too much risk in asking too many questions on what he understood to be an open channel. It might divulge too much. So he aims to find the safest.]

...I seek a ranger from the south. He wore black, last I saw him, and a ring set with a green stone. Answers to the name Strider.

[He still seems to want to say more to the magic seeing eye, but settles on that with a firm nod.] This is all I need, but it would help me greatly.



[OOC note: I know this is a little closed for replies. I haven't posted to the intro log yet out of sheepishness for how late it is now, but if you wanted to do something with Boromir there, feel free to shoot me a PM!]

[A few days in the new city. Lots of bad weather, but she's probably getting used to it. Finally heading in to check out this apartment she supposedly has, because being in the rain all day is annoying enough to eventually beat out her ennui. So, knock knock, Junko.]

[Aside from that, Mokou is on edge. She didn't expect to be on edge, certainly not this quickly. But a certain fact is nagging at the back of her brain.]

[She isn't here.]

[Some part of her feebly tries to argue that she should be happy to be rid of such a despicable foe, but she knows it's futile. She's alone again. Another thousand years of solitude loom... or do they? Could she still be waiting out in the world somewhere? Could there be others of her kind here? Can she be replaced, given enough time?]

[Too many questions, not enough answers. What Mokou needs right now is something to get her mind to stop running in circles for a while.]

I want to work.

Call it pride if you want, but coming here and being handed a home doesn't sit well with me. If I'm going to be living here for a while yet, then I want to be giving something back. I don't like being a freeloader.

What is there that needs doing? I'm a complete beginner when it comes to technology, but anything else I should be able to pick up without complaints.

[Here sits Junko, a girl with conflicted feelings. A girl with things to say! ]

（ ；´Д｀） this is terrible, isn't it? the worst! i was doing something very important, you know? kidnapping is against my schools rules! absolutely, kidnapping junko enoshima is against the rules!

upupu i have to do this and that, it's very important. i'm absolutely despairing. i might cry!

... not really! upupupu. hello! did i make an entrance? were you completely captivated? it's to be expected of hopes peaks super high school level fashion girl! ヾ(･ω･*)ﾉ it's very nice to meet you all, please treat me kindly! oh, isn't it strange to introduce yourself to lots of strangers? it feels like my first day of high school all over again!

upupupupu ~ ✩! let's try our best to get along! if not, i'll definitely kill you!

.... just kidding! (ó㉨ò) would you like to see the great joker junko?

[A slow switch to video. The tablet is bigger than her cellphone from home. Junko waves with a smile. Today she is quirky fashion idol Junko Enoshima: nothing more nothing less. ]

You know, I've never seen a war up close before. Not a real war, anyway. The fashion world is really cut throat though! Kidnapping is really Hollywood, don't you think? It's definitely scary. You know, I think it might even be scarier than home.

[She pauses. ]

... You know, all of that text was a lie. I'm very glad to be out of school. From one scary place to the next, I think my luck is super duper bad. Super duper extremely bad, even. The worst, most despairing luck ever.

[Her shoulders sag.] I wonder if any of my classmates escaped too? Maybe that's a silly wish. Hope is really futile, huh?

[Acting comes easy. She probably seems a little nuts, and that's fine. It's easy to explain home. It's easy to claim trauma too. Being on video is tiring, though; keeping her expression in check, keeping her voice completely miserable -- it's all completely fake. She sighs, the only genuine thing about this broadcast.

The despair she feels is not even an impressive kind. It's unexpected and spontaneous, but it's low quality and lackluster. Behind her, out of sight, sits Monobear, immobile and useless for now. Her figure head, reduced to a plush toy with a broken on switch. She forces a smile. ]

Let's be friends, I meant that part.

[And with that, she ends the video. ]