[ The way he's looking at the camera on his tablet, something's off. It may be noticeable to anyone who's been around him long enough and come to know him. The way his eyes appear clouded, his expression closed off, it's almost like he's only now just risen out of bed. And Joel's never been known for being a late riser. Doesn't make much sense, however, as he's already on the move outside in the rain - no umbrella, no backpack of supplies and weapons. Just the clothes on his back.

His tone and words are brusque, clipped, as he addresses his device. Oops, failed filter to Tess and Ellie. ]

Headin' out for the day. Might be a while. Don't wait up.

[ Ahh yes, here he is again, your resident robot. ]

Since there seems to be an influx of new people suddenly, I'd like to extend my invitation for a free living space to all. My name is Drift. I've been fixing up this old building, I assume it was a factory of some kind. I find myself at a surplus of empty rooms.

Anyone is welcome to stay here long term or short term, you will have a room of your own, privacy and my protection as you are under my roof.

I only ask that you are peaceful and do not disturb the others living here.

That said, if anyone would like to donate any human-sized beds or furnishings, I would be very grateful, as I am not asking money of anyone who stays.

If you have any questions or would like to come stay here, don't hesitate to ask. I don't bite.

This is so AWESOME!!!

[A voice blares over the feed that is showing what is clearly the training room ceiling. There is the wooshing sound of magic being fired off again and again along with fast movement. Eventually a dragon head made of flames shoots past the screen. Only unlike before, it seems to trail something behind it. It looks like a chain also made of fire.

Right after that Natsu swings by cackling with childish glee.]

I finally got it!

[He cries victoriously as he swings around by shooting the magical grappling hooks into the ceiling swinging through the air and performing various tricks and acrobatic stunts, unknowingly showing off to the whole network. Seems a certain dragonslayer has a new toy to play with in battle.]

[ Good morning, Exsilium, did you miss the regal? Regina is wearing a blouse of purple silk and a black pencil skirt. Where does she gets her clothes is a mystery, it almost seems like magic, does it not? ]

Well my time here has certainly proved to be exiting so far.

[ the words are almost physically dipped in sarcasm but what can you do. ]

To the newly arrivals I can only wish a quick adjustment to this --- colorful city of ours. To the ones who have been here for quite some time, I would ask two questions. The first, where do crops grow, if at all? Are there any lands here fitting for such? I know that the weather is hardly favorable yet the question remains.

[ she can grow apples either way since magic but the attention would be unwelcome. ]

the second, are there any official records of the history of the city and the war? for those of us who wish for some extensive reading?

–omeone...

[a beat, a breath heavily drawn and shakily exhaled. sentences are punctuated with overlong breaks.]

Help me understand. Not one person I have spoken to recalls this mission...But she is still gone. [breath.] Physis is. Others, perhaps? I don't know. No one has any recollection...