[For his second message Victor's really kicked things up a notch. He's actually learned how to use the damned thing finally, which means that there's no more awkward half-faces or yelling. Instead the device is propped against something, giving the viewer a good look of all six feet of Victor Goddamn Sullivan and his mustache. He's sitting comfortably behind a large desk, hands folded on the surface. It would be a rather impressive look, but wherever he is it's dimly lit, dirty and rundown looking. Still, the desk is solid and heavy, and his bearing has all the confidence of someone not sitting in a crumbling-down disaster.]

Evening folks. Some of you might know me, but for those of you who don't, my name's Victor Sullivan.

[He smiles charmingly throughout, and even if he can't shake your hand you get the feeling he would if he could.]

I'm coming to you all with an exciting opportunity. I, and a few associates, have been working towards opening a new business in the heart of New Exsilium. I have a location, and the means, but I'm looking for some help from my fellow transports.

[There's a clear shift in gears, and he leans over his elbows, getting closer to the screen. It's intimate.]

I'm looking for a few strong men to help me get the place in order. I've got enough cash to pay the locals for the heavy-duty stuff, but people willing to chip in to help move furniture, paint, and get the place cleaned up would be appreciated. I'm also looking for some staff, especially people with previous bar, kitchen, or service experience.

If you think that sounds like you, and you're looking for some work, let me know.

[The seriousness fades like it was never there, and he leans back in his chair again, spreading his hands.]

As for the rest of you, look forward to the opening of The Stag soon. Thank you and I look forward to seeing ya.

( ((With that he switches to private, for Nathan Drake, Chloe Frazer, Charlie Cutter, Apollo, and Doctor Facilier)) )