[Adrasteius is in some quiet, dimly lit room, balancing the tablet on his lap. He looks relatively, momentarily peaceful, though he fiddles with a wedding band around his finger throughout his broadcast. Those who saw him during his last stay in Exsilium may notice that he's healthier now -- still short, still skinny, but with a ruddier tone to his skin and some amount of muscle definition on his slender arms. He's as self-assured and forward as ever, but there's far less frailty to him than there was before.]

Hiya, folks. Name's Adrasteius, and I used to administer the clinic. Then I got dragged back home, et cetera, et cetera, no one really cares -- point is, I'm back here again. I'm happy to leave the titles and so on to my colleague, Ashraf, but I'd still like to get back into it.

I know we've got a new structure in the works, and that's great, that's absolutely excellent, but I'm also wondering about the roster. Y'see, we lost our record keeper recently and I just haven't got the first clue as to who's still on the rolls. So -- if you've joined up recently, or if you're looking to join, do an old man a favor and tell me about yourself.

Oh, and ... we need a new record keeper.

[He bows his head slightly.]

Light be with you.

To any Cybertronians that may be scattered throughout this frozen wasteland, I invite you to join me, Nova Prime, in creating a haven of our own design.

[A hand gestures forward with a CLENCHED FIST.]

In a hostile and unwelcome planet, it is imperative that what little of us remain be gathered together and unified. I have found the skeleton of what we could use to build upon, and will be glad to see my kind unite under this goal. 

[Encrypted and attached is a file with a set of odd symbols of alien origin. Of course, to the robots in question it was a simple set of coordinates. One to the ruins of an ancient castle about twenty three miles away from what was once London. Close enough to drive to if you were a vehicle, but far away enough to be out of sight to most travelers on the river Thames.]

[The video begins with nothing but the sight of a clear, blue sky, framed on one edge with the rust-colored leaves of an oak tree in the fall - yes, leaves, autumn leaves.

Wherever Kaworu's tablet is resting, its camera is pointed upward at an angle, away from himself and the rest of his surroundings. After a few seconds, the soft rustle of leaves is broken by the sound of his calm, even voice.]

Hello, everyone. It's been a while. Are you staying warm down there?

[From the sound of his voice, he's smiling as he asks. But he says no more, and after another short pause, piano music begins to play.

It goes on for about five minutes, and when it's over, he speaks again.]

I'm going back to Earth tomorrow. Permanently, this time.

I haven't seen many of you in quite some time. I've been preoccupied, you could say. Please let me know if you have some time to spare for me.

[with that, the camera jitters and moves, and Kaworu's smiling face enters the frame.]

Thanks for listening.

( ⇉ additional private transmission to shinji ikari. )

((OOC: I will be posting an open log at some point this week. You're welcome to arrange to meet him here, or simply bump into him tomorrow! I would love to close out on all of the amazing CR Kaworu has had over the past year, no matter how old it may be, so please don't hesitate. You have all been awesome. ♥))