Hello.

[ ...

she clears her throat. ]

So this... is akin to a linkshell, is it? In a way. It doesn't seem to be very good at letting the other side speak until I've done, and that could be disastrous. The point being--it seems most can hear me, if they choose.

Like many, I was called here to help fight a war, and so my physical and magical abilities were called on. In light of our depleted and nonexisting stores, I offer my craftmanship and gathering ability, as well. Back on Hydaelyn, I've learned the beginning stages of all kinds of work--weaving light fabric is where I'm most talented at, but I've known to alchemize grimoires and make leather boots.

Gear shouldn't be overlooked when accepting a mission. I've lost a fight or two because my armor was worn and unbefitting my new abilities.

Which brings me to another point!

Should you need something restored, I should be able to do so. I've repaired most of my equipment for a while now--be it weapons or armor.

The hurdle to all of this--should I need to make something new, I would need the materials to do so. I can make cloth, thread, leather and other simplicities on my own, but finding plants and animal hide and ore to do that... that's another road altogether. I'll make whatever you'd like--as long as I'm given the materials to make them with, or at least a location to where I may find them.

[When Walter’s voice first comes in, it is loud despite his actually speaking in a normal tone; microphones were not so advanced in his day, and he has followed the example of his day in holding the microphone close to him when he speaks.]

I’ve been told we’re to use these things when we want to get in contact with each other. Frankly, I don’t see much of a point to it in a location like this. We’re all grouped so close together that a public announcement system would be a more efficient use of resources. If you want to talk to someone, you can just walk to their door and knock.

[There is a pause in the recording in which he frowns, though it cannot be seen on the screen of whoever it is that happens to be listening in due to Walter’s electing to make the recording audio-only. But if the listener is patient enough to endure the two-second pause, the young voice with the King’s English accent returns.]

I’ve been told to give this a try either way, so here it is. If you’re feeling at all helpful, you can respond in whatever way you want to let me know I’m actually doing it right. No small talk required. I just want to be able to use this thing in case of an emergency.

[And with that, the recording ends, the listener left to respond or disregard the message at will.]




( [Speaking of going to someone's door, whoever walks into Housing Unit 131 will find a note posted to the inside of their door. It's written by hand, in cursive largely typical of the 1930s-40s era, though with a few unusual flourishes here and there on some of the letters.] )

( there's a slight sound of rustling after the feed clicks on, as oz makes himself more comfortable on a seat in the observatory. why he's there late at night — night by circadian rhythms, anyway, simulated nights on the moon — is anyone's guess, or maybe it's obvious enough. in any case, when he speaks up a moment later, he sounds to be in a good enough mood. )

What's your favorite story? Scary ones are probably best for late at night, but what I really want to hear about are everyone's favorites. For instance, something about a princess and a dragon, or maybe a mystery with a twist ending, or something out of history....ah, if you make it up or adapt it from a book, that's fine too! Or even if it's a real one that's happened to someone you know, ( and a light laugh ) — don't worry, I don't tell anyone!

But it's rude to ask without giving my own preference, right? I can start with mine, if anyone wants.

( he'll tell people about holy knight. all about it!!!! don't ask him about it. )

[Feel lucky, Elliot's roommates. He's finally taking his complaining to the full network! =D

He's standing in one of the rooms, specifically his, but he doubts anyone can tell.]

I've had as much of this nonsense as I can stand! How are these ever supposed to be livable conditions?! The last place was bad enough, but I doubt any amount of possible improvements could ever make this place even come close to that! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE REAL BEDS HERE!

[To make his point, he turns to focus on the shot on one of the bunk beds before going back to himself.]

Is there even a point in trying to do anything with this place?! The Initiative has made it more than obvious that their response to a real problem is to run like cowards!