[Today Sango is looking just a little less out of place, her hair braided and her kimono substituted for a too-big sweater. Of course, the illusion of normalcy is still ruined by the giant boomerang on her back and the demon cat on her shoulder.]

It's easy to get very busy here, isn't it?

Perhaps it's only me, but I feel like I have less and less time to think. There's a lot of bustle here... never any real peace and quiet. Just another thing to miss from home, I guess, though some days I get the feeling that there aren't many people here who come from worlds--or times, maybe--as vastly different from Exsilium as mine is.

[A pause--she's rambling, isn't she.]

I'm Sango, anyway, and this is Kirara. [She touches the two-tailed cat on her shoulder lightly, who meows.] I hope those of you just arrived are settling in as best you can--I can try to answer some questions, if you still have them. For those of you who have upcoming plans with me, I'm going to have to cancel them for the next few days. I'll be with Mr. Summers' group in the wilderness; I'm sorry for the short notice.

((CR & anyone who's sparred with her before can feel free to assume that plans were made, be it lunch, training, etc.))

Thought I should let his friends know. James Raynor, Jim, isn't here anymore.

If you had any business with him, you can take it up with me.

[A sigh. Someone is definitely feeling less angry today.]

Over and out.

I see... I have returned to this place again.

I can't imagine any reason that I would be sent back here. It's an annoyance, and I wish that the Initiative would make up their minds. There is nothing practical in sending off and retrieving Transports as haphazardly as this.

[Nageki, as stony-faced as ever, stares down at his camera with eyes bearing his normal level of faint disapproval; whether it's relieving, or disturbing, or just completely unfamiliar is entirely up to the viewer. if there's any difference in him at all between when he was last seen and now, he looks a little less tense -- rather, his demeanor is more resigned than anything, like he's already long since accepted whatever will happen now that he's arrived back in Exsilium again.

still, it's only a pause before he wrinkles his nose slightly, tugging slightly at his clothes with obvious discomfort.] Still... I could have done without having to return to this body again. I would prefer if I could at least have some of a choice in the m...

[he trails off rather quickly, raising a hand to his face in anticipation of a sneeze.] Ma... matt--

Hachoo--! [even if he ducks down a little and covers his face fully with his hands, his sneeze is still quite loud and jostles the device just enough that when it settles, there's... nothing there. nothing, except a pile of clothes on the bed and a small lump where Nageki was only a second ago, a lump that wriggles around under the beige cardigan, until --

a small, similarly beige head pokes out. a dove, ruffling its feather agitatedly, wiggles its way out from the clothes and hops directly over to the device, staring with an almost annoyed looking expression at the camera, or at least as close as a bird could ever ge to to emulating any sort of angry face. to make the entire video all the more surreal, when it opens its beak, it's Nageki's same voice that comes out.]

...Matter. Please, at least allow me to pick one or the other instead of this ridiculous back-and-forth nonsense. Given that any of you even listen to the messages posted on this network, of course.

[ Backdated to August SEPTEMBER (I can months) 4th / Visible to everyone but Rosette and Mary ]

[Chrono had very seriously considered doing this through video or audio, but in the end, he opts for the more cowardly way—he's less likely to give himself away when voices and faces aren't involved. So he hides behind the benefits of emotionless text, and pretends it's a question of curiosity and not terrible selfishness.]

I've heard talk about death not existing here. Or, at least, that the Initiative can bring people back to life. But so far, it's all just been talk.

I need to know for sure. Is there anyone here who's died and been brought back, or knows someone who has? I know something like this might be unpleasant to talk about. [Understatement, hah...] But, if you could... I'd really like to speak with you.

It's important.

[Greetings, Exsilium. Hope you're not tired of all these new transports, because there is going to be one (1) more popping up on the network during this lovely evening. She had avoided being overly social after her initial briefing, but now she had a stomach to fill and some time to kill, so here she was. If she looks a little bit too made up for this to be a casual, spur of the moment video, that's because it's not.

It's actually a con.]

Y'know, when I got dragged here, the last thing I expected was to be nearly bored to death. [Laughing a little, mostly because haha--death. That's hilarious.] I guess I was wrong, though. Let's change that.

[And shuffling a little, if only to show a couple of coins on the feed, she explains herself.]

Tell me a story. It can be scary, funny, sad-- whatever it is you can think of. If you make me cry, I'll buy you anything you want. If you don't... you'll buy me food tonight. Sounds good? [Probably not.

But, she looks frail and young enough for this to be easy. It should be easy, right? Right. That said, she flashes a smile at her tablet and ends the recording right there.]

[When the video begins, two girls appear, one blond and one brunette, with identical faces. The blond leans in close, voice loud and clearly attention-seeking.]

Hey, all of you! We have something to say, so listen up.

[She nods to the other girl, and lets her take over from there. Not that the wheelchair-bound girl seems all that pleased with her companion’s rudeness, but the awkward smile fades quickly to a neutral look.]

Please, this will only take a moment of your time, I assure you. My name is Nunnally vi Britannia, student, from 2018 a.t.b. era of the planet Earth. [Pausing.]

And I’m Nemo. You can call me Nunnally’s sworn knight. [Shrugging off that subtle attempt at chiding, Nemo introduces herself quickly, eager to get this part done with. She doesn’t much care for introductions, and it’s obvious in the tone of her voice.]

Yes, my knight. [Her voice picks up at the word as do the rest of her features. Having a strong knight is important for a student.] We are both very pleased to meet your acquaintance and look forward to providing aid where we can. After being told there are a number of objectives that can be completed for the Initiative through these missions, who am I to deny them that? So for those of you who are experienced in these tasks…

[With a grin, the second girl cuts in yet again.] We want to know all about it! How we get on them, what objectives you carry out, the works. And how does the Initiative feel about taking souvenirs from our missions?

You can’t ask them if we’re allowed to steal on an important world-changing mission!

(OOC: Nemo is red, Nunnally is purple, and both will be responding with their own tablets.)