[The following is broadcast quite intentionally directly from Barney's brain to the network.]

Ring of telepathy. Sounds like something from a D&D game, but if it actually works that's really cool.

Anyways they said to test it, so how about it, is this actually showing up for anyone?

[A couple hours later, this is broadcast quite unintentionally directly from Barney's stream of consciousness to the network:]

Am I out of bread? No there's a bit left, at least the end piece because I didn't use it for breakfast but maybe I should pick up some more today anyways. I wonder what Gordon's up to today maybe we can do beers later. Maybe I should invite Mel too, she seems like she could get behind that kind of thing. Shit how did the theme song to A-Team go. bum ba-dum-bum...bum da daaaa. Ba ba-dum-da, da da daaa! Man I miss that show, I wonder if there are any episodes of it still around? I can't believe I still remember the theme song after twenty years, but I can't remember if I have any bread. Why do croutons come in airtight packages? It's just stale bread to begin with. It's hard enough to get a good salad here anyways. I'm hungry, what time is it? Damn, still too early for dinner. Maybe I'll just have a snack. Bet you can get better food in United Earth. Dumbest reason to switch sides ever, and a good steak wouldn't be worth being high on mind control drugs all the time anyways. They should try tempting us with good food instead of bombing us and shit. It'd be less crappy for everyone involved. Except for the cows I guess, but they've gotta be resigned to their fate by now. Unless they have some kind of crazy clone-o-matic that can just grow steaks out of grass or something without ever mess around with cows. I wonder if that would taste as good. Fuck I'm hungry. I wonder if there's a taco shack somewhere around here...

[And so on and so on and so on.]

It does so seem that Edward's efforts are proving to be remarkably adept at picking up thought.

[ larsa's voice might seem scratchy to some--weary to others, like he's spent more than a day awake. as larsa starts to fall ill and show signs of sickness, the more he's tried to circumvent, to no avail. countless experiments have kept him up, trying to adjust the dosage and herbs he's used, but they only treat symptoms. he waits for a moment, then pipes up again. ]

Perhaps to a more potent degree than any of us could have imagined. I suppose a word to exercise caution for those who are testing may be worthwhile. Nevertheless--

[ his voice becomes garbled and drowned out by an exchange between a deeper voice and his own, distant and far away. ]

Observe well, Larsa. Watch and mark you the suffering of one who must rule, yet lacks the power.

No. No, Brother. I will not. Though I lack your power, I will still persist.

Bold words, child.

--I would prefer to inquire as to something that has been bothering my person as of late. Whilst Archadia is hardly an empire without illness, it seems--

[ his voice fades again, but it is replaced by his own, much stronger and able, and then, another exchange without larsa's voice. ]

Attention. This is Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. My brother Vayne has died with honor in battle. The Imperial Fleet is now under my command!

--I have seen others--

Basch, look after Larsa, will you? If House Solidor should crumble, the Empire would fall, and civil war would take us all.

I understand.

Lord Larsa is our last hope.

--should others be aware of this situation or be among the few who have a skillset in healing, I would be glad to discuss this.

Thank you, for your time.

[Billy's face appears on the screen. He looks defeated, though he tries to school his face into a professional expression---for the past day or so, his horror's been growing until he couldn't deny his failure anymore.]

Hello. My name is Billy Cranston, and I'm the co-creator of the telepathic devices some of you have been testing for us. I'd like to issue an apology for my part in the failure of the test, and to put a stop to it. Edward Elric served as the director of the test, and he's done a fine job---but as the creation was my idea and I have the most experience with the technology, the fault is mine, not his.

I failed to adequately account for the differences in available materials between the telepathic communicators at my previous residence and what I managed to scrape together here. As a result, private thoughts have been broadcast, and I can't apologize enough for the intrusion.

[He stares idly at his hands for a moment, biting his lip.]

Removing your devices from skin contact should be enough to stop the broadcast, but please return them to the garage at your earliest convenience. I doubt my efforts are salvageable at this point, but...if any of you believe you can fix my mistake, I'd appreciate the assistance.

Once again, I'm sorry.

[He turns away and the feed clicks off]

[edit: added attached note]
I've especially hurt our telepathic population. I never should've sprung that mental assault on you, and I was stupid to think I could fully control it. I'll scrap the project altogether, but...if any of you think it's at all possible to save it, we would appreciate your assistance. I definitely understand if none of you are inclined to offer, though.
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((and that concludes the broadcast plot! development to fix the devices is open to everyone, and please feel free to backdate telepathy posts if you want in))

[ the name attached to this account, and thus with all applicable comments within this entry, reads Haruka Takahashi, as usual.
for those of you just joining us at home, some info. ]

If you're only interested in useful posts, you can skip the rest of this. I'm only out to waste the time of those who want it wasted, today.
For anyone else, color me curious.

Water, Wind, Light, Flame, Earth, or Darkness.

Pick one, please.

To clarify, "light" doesn't mean good and "darkness" doesn't mean evil, or bad. Or vice versa; there's no moral alignment to any of them.
And I didn't "skip heart", so don't bother bringing that up.

[ tetchy. ]

[ It takes a bit of shaking the thing about. Despite the tutorial, this is so different to Edmund that he can't seem to fully grasp it at once. He eventually seems to get that it's recording, though, and the shaking stops. ]

Oh - it's on. Good. I was starting to think I'd broken it.

Um, hello. While a great deal of things have certainly been explained to me, and I'm doing my best to try and catch up on it all, I did have a question I was hoping people might be able to answer for me.

Have you come across anyone with the last name "Pevensie"? I'm looking for my brother and sisters. Or even just one of them, maybe. Lucy? Are you here?

[ He's not used to world jumping without her and he's hopeful she'll get the message. He presses his lips together a little more roughly, trying not to convey too many of his nerves and keep up a mostly regal appearance. ]

Well, thank you in advance, regardless.

[ The video feed switches on to show a large number of stuffed animals lined up neatly across Sophie's bed. A stuffed rabbit sits on top of the pillow, further away from the rest. Those who were around during for Separation Awareness Day in February may recognize that these plushies came from the festival in February. Sophie can't be seen on screen, but she can be heard speaking. There might even be a quick glimpse of her long pigtails swaying around. ]

When my best friend Lara was sick, she couldn't get out of bed. I didn't want her to feel lonely when I left her house, so I brought her lots and lots of dolls. That way, she'd never feel lonely again. It made her really happy.

I was thinking... since I have lots of dolls left over from the festival a few months ago, I want to give them away to people who need the company or something to cheer them up.

Kaneis already took the dragon, Allen has the chicken, and I have the rabbit. Hmm. Kaneis named his Flarey, I think. [ ...Or was it Flamey? ] Allen and I named our dolls in memory of Tiger Festival. [ Their pet rabbit, Tiger Festival. Or more like only Sophie herself decided on that name. ]

So, if anyone wants one, come to Unit 103. If you can't come, let me know. I'll bring the dolls to you.

[ And finally, Sophie shows herself on screen, waving goodbye and ends the feed. ]