[There's a kind of mechanical whining on the feed when it opens at first, as if from a smaller machine, a higher pitch whir and him which eventually silences, only to be replaced by a few taps and once again more whining. After a few moments there's a sound similar to a sigh though- seems to border on the more frustrated end. An adjustment- perhaps to the mic, and the small mechanical sound seems to have drawn closer to what's being spoken into, or visa versa.]

I'm finding it to be exceptionally distasteful- the lack of culture here at times. The lack of something with tradition and true exceptional craft. I admit though, that I've been aloof to the the network lately, so maybe I haven't noticed some kind of creative stirring in this usually excremental pool of iniquitous and sassy degenerates.

[A pause, more mechanical whining, a breath.]

So I guess I'll give it a chance- though some I am aware of, minimal, so extremely so- of a few examples- but those who I'm not aware of- those that harbor some kind of artistic worth in this jambled mess of space and time riff raffs and stolen hoi polloi. To you I command to make known to me what types of artistic sway you or your worlds have. Preferably something held with extensive regard.

And don't start anything, let's keep this professional. I don't want to be made angry.

[babydoll is feeling rather sociable today, finally feeling like she can ask a few more questions than she normally would. of course, that isn't much for her. she never likes to pry too much into peoples' personal lives unless they've given her the permission to do so.]

When I first offered, it was a while ago, so I'd like to offer once more. If anyone needs help with training or handling certain weaponry, I can help.

[she pauses, eyes wandering away from the device for a quick moment before focusing at the camera again.]

I was also wondering- what sort of things did everyone do before arriving in Exsilium? What type of jobs?

[it's also the fact that she's from a much earlier time than most of the transports around exsilium that's making her curious. living in the 60s only gave her so much leeway.]

[There's something subtly different about Kang, noticeable to anyone that has spent a fair amount of time around him and is observant. One thing that is obvious, though, are the silvery-blue metal caps on the ends of his horns.

Those who remember the good ship Stacy may recognize them.]

I apologize to anyone that had lessons or other plans with me yesterday, or today. I was... regaining something that I didn't realize I'd lost.

[He straightens slightly and smiles.]

Miss Boleyn, I do believe I can teach you a few things now.

And, for everyone else, my name is Kang. I offer lessons with bladed weapons such as swords and knives, and now axes, for fifteen marques an hour. I also offer my services as a former engineer, in both design and construction, for anyone with such projects. [He pauses to clarify.] Engineering in the medieval sense, that is, though I have a little bit of experience in what most here consider modern construction.

[OOC: Permissions post for fourth-walling is here!]