[ A smiling yet slightly blood-smudged face is already filling the frame when Feferi turns on the feed. There's a cut on her cheek running with a bit of her pink-hued blood but it doesn't bother her to warrant more than to wipe it away with the back of her hand. ]

Hello! Hi! I would like to welcome all the new faces, if I didn't already get around to you! I'm glad you could join us, we really need all the help we can get. I'm attaching our totally awesome Newbie's Guide in case you haven't seen it yet, but if you need a printed copy, there's a whole bunch in the bin outside Room 202! Or just come find me.

[ Link Attached: A Newbie's Guide to Exsilium ]

Anyway, just to let everyone know, even if the monsters look like they're weakened and in need of help, uh... some of them are still pretty mean! Guess I should have seen that one coming, right? I would not recommend trying to relocate any of them. Not alone, anyway.

[ She pauses to lean back a little, her trident coming into view, being what she is supporting herself with. ]

Does anyone want to help me?

[ who is ready for a nice, big helping of complaining? i hope you are, exsilium, because shadow has plenty of it go to around!!! ]

The network seems to be mainly full of jesting and levity. I awaken to seek new information, yet all I come to find are drunkard jokes, obvious attempts at mind control veiled by a need for 'help', needless stammering over the new technology, etcetera.

[ yep spelling out etc. instead of abbreviating it. that so makes him edgier than all of you! clearly! ]

You are all fools, treating this situation lightly. If you are as hellbent on leaving as per the usual transport tendencies, you will stop at nothing until you are freed. Instead, you bumble about without a care, as if playing and chortling will get you somewhere.

I will give you all a vital hint. Heed my words:

It won't.

[ golly. who peed in his frosted flakes this morning? ]

[The feed clicks on but it doesn't seem intentional, at least you'd hope it's not intentional because why the heck is Equius shirtless?]

[WELL, I will tell you why! Because he seems to be working on something, I mean, just look at all that glistening nice sheet metal he has piled up in this room. And there's just a huge pile of broken up robots and other machines on his other side. There seem to be a few bent pieces of metal near him as well, though they appear to be purposely bent so, in more rounded shapes. These shapes match the almost hive like hull Equius is walking towards. It's is a mostly rounded off looking cocoon shape, with a small opening that Equius could fit into if he wished to right now. Next to this strange device, is a long, horizontal tube, attached to a rather thick, intricate looking metal base. The tube and it's base are lifted off the ground enough that Equius can lay on his back and slide under it, which he does, after putting on some goggles and metal face mask, pulling on a rather thick looking leather chest guard, and starting up a soldering gun.]

[Soon after there some sparks seen from under the complex looking base of the tub. It is soon accompanied by some other metallic sounds, drilling, and an occasional curse word; something along the lines of "gosh darnit" or "goodness me". The computer seems to still be on, Equius might have accidentally activated the camera on it when he went to go check some digital blue prints. He doesn't notice, even as he slides back out from under the tube and inspects a small compartment on the side of the base, kneeling, and taking his mask and leather guard off.]

Dangit...

[For anyone that happens to be looking at the network when it comes back online, they will find not a familiar face (at least not for most). The will find a very large man, clad in battleworn dreadplate, made of a metal only a few would recognize, particularly if they've consorted with Koltira Deathweaver in any fashion. His hair is ghost white an wispy, face skeletal and skin pale.

The most striking feature is his glowing blue eyes, just a hint of stark green behind them, which is most noticeable when he turns his gaze to the camera, large gloved hand still reaching for the communicator, as if he just finished how to figure it out. Briefly, his expression narrows and he shifts to one knee, which allows the view of Frostmourne in his other hand beside him. He then looks up as there is noise of someone approaching offscreen. A devilish, predatory smirk replaces the previous grim expression for a moment before he looks back down at the screen, the expression smoothing to something almost friendly.]

Rumor has it you're all just dying for a breath of fresh air. I have ways of fixing that.

[The camera for once shows neither a peering face nor an accidental other body part. Instead it's being held landscape-style, like a cinematic work - or perhaps a better term would be "security camera footage". There are two people, about six feet away from the camera; the shot isn't masterly, but at least steady. The first thing that's apparent is that it's an Initiative soldier and a young looking alien teenager, maybe 14 at most. Said teenager is pretty tall, but from the way his clothes hang too loosely and yet too short in several areas on his frame, he's obviously malnourished. Those transports familiar with trolls will be able to identify him as one from the long curling horns going up and up out of his shaggy rats' nest of too long hair and gray skin, but there's something off.

Namely, that the fully trained and adult soldier is looking downright intimidated by this kid encroaching on his personal space with only a pair of reasonably harmless looking juggling clubs in hand. Maybe it's the sloppily applied clown makeup. Or maybe it's the messy looking band of scar tissue peaking out from the sagging collar of the kid's worn Capricorn T-shirt and the almost-fresh indigo-blooded bite-mark on his throat. Actually, it's probably the way the kid is creepily sing-songing everything he says with sudden and unexpected changes in volume.]

( Cut for a rather ludicrous amount of juggalo-speak, with a heaping side of overenunciated snark. )

[And that would be the increasingly unnerved soldier making a break for freedom and Gamzee disappearing out of sight. And that sound that just came from the side there? That was not a good sound. It was a very bad sound. Kanaya's gloved hand rises - reaching out to intervene, maybe? But after an ambivalent pause, the feed just ends.]

((OOC: Gamzee and Kanaya are both pleased to meet you, we... can't really promise, but! If you have a preference for one, the other, or both separately, please specify, but by default they will be threadjacking the stuffing out of each other. TYIA!)

wwell THANKS A WWHOLE FUCKIN LOT

[Bet you missed him, Exsilium. The text. The quirk. Everything.]

no big deal right enemy forces decide to swweep in an bomb the fuck outta evverythin they can see an go transport huntin evveryone figures its no big deal wwell all fuck off right dowwn under an havve ourselvves a subterranean party out of it
oh hey anyone see eridan around wwait wwho givves a shit if he dies he dies an its no wwater off our backs right
not a single one a you bastards showwed hide nor hair in tryin a make sure i wwasnt a charred corpse out in some godforsaken patch a nowwhere that once wwas
wwell tough break to all of you hopin id kick it cause im STILL HERE and im FINE
itd take more than that to knock off the prince a hope im tellin you all noww

[He doesn't particularly want to make this post, but he's aware that it's necessary. His voice and expression don't betray his inner exhaustion--they don't betray much of anything, really, given the unknowable glow of his eyes--but rest assured that he's ready to lock himself away and not emerge for quite some time. He'd done all he could, and none of it had mattered. The child was dead; Bariyan had run off. Koltira's heart is a shard of ice.

His words are short, calm and deliberate.]

The business with Martin Darkov is finished. You need not concern yourselves over the matter any longer.

[ooc: despite his tone, he's angry/tired/frustrated/etc PICK A NEGATIVE EMOTION and it's swirling around in him at present, so responses may cut off abruptly/not happen/etc.]

[ backdated to evening of 9/12....

wait who the hell is. this bag of angry doucheass? COME ON, GUY, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.

well. more so than usual, anyway. ]

I'm not dead. I never died. I was injured, I was set back. Not killed.

Barnaby. Adam. I am still here and this week is not yet over. The deal stands. Stay out of my way.

[ his eyes narrow, and his words gain a vicious bite. seething, spitting, perhaps disgusted: ]

All of you, stay out of the way. Martin Darkov is my charge. I will-- [ hitch. his accent is starting to come out, a growl in his voice, a harsh edge on his syllables. definite disgust has manifested now, in the flash of his eyes, the curl of his lip. ] I am done here.

This will be over by tonight.

[ end feed. replies may be short, delayed, or just straight-up non-existent. ]

Welcome to Exsilium. There is much to discuss.

[recognize those words in that voice? Simmaeri's kind of an A+ mimic. she get your attention with that one? she likes to think so. we'll find out anyway.]

Discuss is to make understand, yes? [as far as she knows. the raised eyebrows seem to imply a need for confirmation. no rhetorical questions here!] I want a discuss. You help. There is much words to discuss.

[she leans forward a little, lifting her hands from her lap.] You speak words for you. Words for...[fingers settle near her collarbone; her eyebrows knit. she takes on a pained tone.] Why. I see...[her hand lifts, tracing from her temple down to her jaw, wearing a hurt expression.] No good face. I hear no good words. Much, no good.

[the next words she says are untranslatable, but laced with the desire to be understood:]

What causes you unhappiness here?


[OH RIGHT THE VOLUNTARY ACTION:

because where is this girl broadcasting from?

one of the stairwells at the apartment building, between the first and second floor. why not? who stays in their rooms, anyway?

feel free to not like. step on her computer on your way up/down the stairs.]

[The feed turns on to a blue-haired woman looking critically into the netbook. Her head tilts in a thoughtful gesture. She's working it correctly, right?
A second later and she's clearing her throat with a small noise, staring at the screen squarely, eyebrows knit, jaw set, back straight.

She really looks like she could use some coffee.]

So we've all been roped into a war. I haven't heard anything on how far into battle the rest of you have gotten, but I would really appreciate any information you can spare.

[A big sigh here, and her hand massages her temples for a moment. MAN but does she look pissed all of the sudden.] I can't believe these people would stoop to kidnapping children and civilians, nevermind the entire scheme is disgusting to begin with.

Look. My name is Aileen Kimbler, I'm a doctor. I'm not a solider, and regardless of what this Initiative wants I’ll have no hand in the death of anyone here unless it’s in the interest of preventing it. I don't believe in war, but I'm good at my job for a reason.
If there's a hospital or infirmary of some sort, I'll do everything I can to help out there.

[Looks like she managed to calm down a bit halfway through all that, and her expression shifts to something gentle and worried.]

Please, don't hesitate to contact me if you're hurt.

[She reaches for the off button, but stops. Frowning and glancing left and right before pulling the netbook a little closer. The corner of her mouth perks up as she fights a smile, her nose crinkles and she casually brushes a piece of hair into view, drawing attention to it.] And um, just curious, but... How many of you believe in magic?

If so, I'm happy to say: You're not alone.

[What's up, residents of Exsilium? Have one blonde teenager gracing your screens, pouting a little. Without having anyone here that she knows, it means she doesn't have anyone to annoy all day. She's bored.]

What's going on everyone? I'm Roxy. Hi.

So... what do you all do around this place all day when you're not doing missions for these "people". I'm still not sure if we're meant to be on the good side or the bad side, by the way.

But no, what is there to do? I spent ages browsing this network and reading random stuff but now I'm bored as fuck. Does this place have video games, or any decent technology?

[She was about to shut it off, but something else came to mind.]

Aaaaand who here not including Edwuardo has a magic wand, or can do other types of magics? 'Cause I got one but I've never used one before so I don't really know how to.. use it properly?

[Clearly choosing it instead of a weapon she actually knew how to use was the best idea. Plus if there's anyone here with those powers, she'd really want to meet them.]

Anyways, I'm living in 408 apparently so if you're cool and not like, a total creeper or something and wanna hang out, shoot me a message 'kay?

[Feed off.]

[No wait, feed back on.]

And where can I find some alcohol I feel like making myself a martini right now.

[ok feed off.]

[S'up Exsilium, resident fishdouche at your service.]

Two things. Firstly, this whole We-R bullshit experience has at least taught me somethin'; I'm startin' to really tell why exactly it's such a big deal people keep goin' on about how much some a' you suck at this war thing. Kinda puts us who got firsthand experience at a disadwantage tryin' a sawe your asses.

So I wanna get an idea a' who here can pull their own weight. What's the most impressiwe thing you'we ewer done combat wise? I'll start us off. I conquered a planet of Angels once then killed the whole lot of 'em.

Your turn, initiatiwe.

...

Also, for those a' you more inclined in the field of wipin' out that which was once thought of as fictional, here's another question.

How the fuck do you kill a Rainbow drin-...uh, wampire. And for all a' you smartasses out there, yes, I mean-

[Suddenly text!]

VAMPIRES.

The rumors are true. [A big red eye and a face that seems too wide for the frame blips onto screen. The voice is gruff, but with a hint of amusement to its tone.] There is a new monster in town.

Hrm. And that's all anyone seems to know about me. Why else would that human willingly hand over some magic advanced weapon? [He chuckles lowly.] Famous first—and last—mistake.

Anyway, let's get this over with. Point me toward the enemy.

[feed starts at the tail end of a harsh exhale.

a beat.]

Where're...Chloe and...Er-eri...[huff. another pause. his voice gets grumblier, agitated:] My friends. Here. Why am I even back.

[ Oh, look, a voice post from the official Initiative frequency — it's probably all kinds of important and official. ]

Oh, boy, have we ever got a treat for you guys. [ …If it's so important and official, why does the speaker sound slightly drunk? ] You guys're all slacking with those weapons we whipped up for you, don't even pretend otherwise. Slackers. Sheesh, lead a horse to a laser cannon, but you can't make him fire it…

Anyway, that's alright. It's alright! We whipped up something else for you. You guys're gonna love this one. State of the art, alright? VR is old news, but wait till you see what we did with it. Sometimes I even impress myself, which isn't easy, because I usually know just how genius I am.

[ It's at about this point that the recorder picks up another voice in the background. The words are indistinct, but the tone is inquiring. This new speaker sounds way too professional to ever be drunk. ]

—No, I wasn't talking to you. Anyway, Transports, we're thinking… a week. A week? A week. Sounds good. We'll have this baby up and running in a week, and you'll love it. Money back guarantee if you don't.

[ The voice in the background is getting closer, words can be picked out. ”…talking to the Transports? Doctor, are you—” ]

I'm still not talking to you! [ ”Doctor, early release of information on this project was expressly prohibited!” ] Oh, calm the hell down, kid. I got this. [ And more fully into the mic: ] You're gonna love it, guys. You'll see.

[ And the broadcast ends, amid harried background protest. ]

It has come to my attention that there are strangers here—no, strangers and familiars—that know a great deal about me from some vast and mysterious future that I myself do not know.

You can imagine that this information is unsettling. You will relinquish this information to me, be it now or in the future—whether or not you do so is not your choice to make.

[ Loki makes a sound in the very back of his throat like a 'tsk' as he says this, and his gaze is unamused, even angry, before he begins on another subject entirely; though with the same derision. ]

There is a human here with my face. It is not done by magic. It is my statement to be made now that I, here, am my own person; disregard him, for he speaks nothing of what I do.

Additionally, he's a rather horrid attitude. [ pot calling the kettle black ]

[ Click. ]

[ the video feed flickers on, and a young man sits at a desk. On it, there's a paintbrush, a small canvas and a set of watercolors. None of them have been touched, but the young man's fingers keep flexing around the brush. ]

I'm...not sure why I'm here. [ he slowly clears his throat, staring not at the feed but at the brush ] My only guess is they saw something they liked on the footage. [ a finger twitches against the brush ] But...I am pretty sure I have other ideas this time.

[ he looks up ]

That person you saw in the Games and the interviews wasn't me. Not the me that I remember, anyway. So if that's what you were expecting, I apologize. I'm not here to fight. You don't want me fighting.

[ there's the sound of a sharp crack as the paintbrush snaps in half. It begins to reform itself ]

My name's Peeta Mellark, and I'm going to sit this one out.

Do any of you guys ever get homesick? I mean, I haven't been too homesick, [that's a huge lie--she misses everyone back home more than she can say] but I can't imagine it's easy for the majority of us.

...unless your home was shitty, I guess.

[Backdated to a few days ago, after Equius decided to totally decimate Sollux's room. He's decided he's done taking Equius' and Eridan's endless torment.]

2O WHO WANT2 A NEW BLOCKMATE??
becau2e ii am 2o fuckiing done wiith the one2 ii have.

Hi everyone, I have an important announcement, so please listen! I am look for someone and I think they went home but I want to be sure!

[ Feferi, who looks a little too excited for the context, holds up a crayon drawing so that it takes up the whole image. ]

( image cut )

This is Nik and he's really cute and he's also little. So that's why I want to make sure no one's seen him. When it comes to wigglers, you can never be too certain. Anyway, that's all. Thank you for your time!

[The feed clicks on. For a moment there's silence, just dead air, and then Rin laughs. It's short and shrill and cut off fast. Not a happy noise, even if there is amusement in it.]

... Oh my God. [Laughing again, marginally more stable this time.]

Well. This isn't so bad.

Hello! My name is Rin. Asano Rin, just Rin is fine. I guess I'm going to be fighting with all of you now? What's the deal with the weapons anyhow? How sentient are they?

I'd like to find someone to train me in swordwork if you don't mind. The trainer, that is. And someone who can teach me some field medicine, that would be good too. I don't know what I can do if you want payment but I'm all right with negotiating. What's a day like here anyway? When we're not training?

[She almost asks if anyone here recognizes her, and then catches her breath and doesn't. They'll come to her probably, when they hear her, if they're there. No need to broadcast everything.]

... Pleased to meet you all.

[ There's a huge hole in the wall behind Lash, and she's got the so-called Death Ray "hidden" behind her back. She doesn't seem all TOO phased about it, but there's a sort of slight guilt...maybe. Just maybe.]

[The wall is crumbling, dust everywhere, yeah...it's sort of a mess in her room right now and probably a mess in the other room next to her...whoever that may be.... ]

Ummmmm, whoops! Hey, so, who do I gotta call around here to fix these darn holes? Eh, heh...!

[ It's just an experiment, honestly. He wanted to see just how far out the range of the netbooks were, so Takegami 'borrowed' transport and went exploring. Now, a day later, he was among the outside edges of what was probably a thriving city, taking pictures. In fact, what comes on first is this rather quiet area, the only sounds being the trickling waters and the chirping of a couple birds somewhere. ]

Ah, it would seem I am well off the usual path. It looks as if I am some where near an old factory area. Perhaps there might be some interesting places that still hold more of a shape, yes?

I will have to explore more.


[ooc; he will have more pictures later on and yes, this is him, showing off just a little but no blood or guts or anything, just showing off the dead areas he explores. :3 ]

[HOLD EVERYTHING

STOP THE PRESSES

ERIDAN HAS SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO ANNOUNCE]

For those of you unawware of troll culture, wwell, lets face it that's almost all of you. In fact the only ones wwho can appreciate this fully are...twwo of you I guess, since the third one knowws wwhat this is about already, but I'm in a generous mood. I'll explain.

First off I'd like to say that to those of you wwho label me an undesirable troll, I say ha.

Also fuck you.

For you see I just got myself a kismesis. An' before you bastards ask, yes he agreed to it. I'll fuckin' provve it if I havve to.

To those a you not in the knoww, this makes us troll boyfriends, only there's more hate goin' on. Kinda like havvin' a deadly an' vviolent rivvalry but wwith makin' out invvolvved.

[Oh and he grins here.]

An' he's not half-bad at that, if I say so myself.

That's all. You can go back to your livves noww.

[Yep. Make of it what you will initiative, this here is one desperate motherfucker.]

[At first it's just a huge puff of black hair in the screen, rustling about, but then the screen adjusts itself and a pale skinny teenage girl is sitting in front of the camera with an impish grin. She coughs loudly into her hand.]

Testing, testing, one, two, one, two, blah blah blah! All right geeks, listen up. Lash speaking, reporting in, whatever!
I don't know what is even going on around here, but can I just say one eensy weensy little thing?

[She reaches off screen, wrestling with something that sounds really heavy. After a few moments, she comes back with a very sci-fi looking gun in hand. It's a little oversized, but she holds it comfortably like a rifle.]

Check out my shiny new baby, the DEATH RAY! Teeheehee!

I mean, all right, I'll admit this place was totally weird and that lady was even a bigger weirdo when I was JUST abducted or whatever, but how can I stay mad when they just give me free cool stuff like this?! Huh? HUH?? I can't! I feel like I'm 10 all over again! Teeheehee!

Anyway, who're all you losers out there? Anyone get some spiffy swag like I did?

[ right after the announcement is made, this post goes up ]

Anyone under the age of eighteen. I need you to report in, now. Please.

[ private to: artika, chloe saunders, feferi, jericho, lea, and martin darkov ]

This most certainly includes you.




[ ooc: the plotting thread is over here!

if your character is uncooperative, bariyan (or someone else? other concerned adults, c'mere!) will likely go HUNT THEM DOWN and try to take them to a safehouse built in one of the abandoned subway stations underground (courtesy of robin, anders, and nathaniel). bariyan's got magic powers that let him put people to sleep and he's NOT AFRAID TO USE 'EM so watch out for that too.

note that regardless of anything that happens, chances are that your character(s) will get dragged on missions/out to defend exsilium anyway.


any concerned adults: feel free to report in/threadjack/comment wherever and whenever appropriate! because bariyan obvs can't hold all of these babbus by himself B) ]

[ HELLO NETWORK Roslyn has a gift for you. that is, she is using something other than text over the network and it isn't encrypted. WHOA.

she also sounds pretty harried! what's up with that. ]

I have news.

The time equipment can't be reached. Security is too heavy even with these problems.

They knew this was coming. It's time inconsistencies, the result of our mission. Sometimes the smallest thing changes and it causes others - the butterfly effect, it's been called before. They didn't think it would be this fast, or this bad -

[ a pause, a quick intake of air. she's struggling to make sure she remembers and says everything. as she falls silent, a second voice speaks up. Tony Stark, for those who recognize his voice. ]

Their 'solution' for this problem of theirs: send us out to fix it. The ones who can be sent out, because they're not in danger of suddenly blinking out of existence due to her-mentioned butterfly effects. And that's also why all the new neighbours all the time – just to make sure there's enough people around to keep sending people out. Because the population, not growing. People coming in to replace the ones who have vanished.

[ another pause, this time filled with the noise of a hand over the mic, movement nearby and the murmur of muffled voices. then the hand lifts and she speaks again. ]

Bariyan. John. The children.

If there's a mission -

[ she lets that hang in the air and shuts off the connection.

not long afterwards, a few encrypted messages go out from Roslyn! ]

( encrypted messages to Robin Hood, Bariyan, John Watson, Riku )

[Well, Chloe's no stranger to technology, and the netbook isn't really too different. It's not like her computer back home, but it works just as fine. She turns the camera on, quietly watching herself.] So. [Her voice is soft and unsure. She bites her lip and pushes a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.] Anyone else think this would make an excellent plot for a sci-fi movie? I can just see it now. It'd have to have a big budget, though.

[She gives a nervous laugh before looking away. This can't be happening. She can't be here. Tori and Simon are in danger, and who knows where Derek is. Unless...

Her hands play with the violet gem around her neck as she turns to look back at the screen.] My name is Chloe, and I'm wondering if maybe my friends might be here? We were in the same place, s-sort of. I'm really worried about them. Their names are Derek, Simon, and Tori. [Wait, what if these people work with the Edison Group. No, that would be stupid. She's already their prisoner, so she's not in any worse position.] Is there anyone here from the Edison Group or the Genesis II Project? 

Thank you.  

[Before she can turn off the camera, her head turns.] I'm... I'm sorry, sir. You don't have to yell. I'll move! [The screen jostles and the camera moves around, as if Chloe is getting up. Whoever she's talking to can't be seen at the moment. Or actually heard, to be honest. The video turns off then.]

[ Cue video feed of one slightly pouty, slightly befuddled fishgirl, chin-in-hands, and staring straight into the camera. ]

So, does someone want to tell me that I'm reading the calendar wrong? It doesn't have to be the truth! It would just feel nice to hear it, and maybe just pretend for a second that I didn't just go to sleep and wake up a month later. It's good to be back, at least! Sort of. Better than being nowhere at all, right?

I get the feeling things have changed, though. Does someone want to fill me in? Is Sollux still here?

--knoww anythin' about it. It's not my fault you're gettin' sick or wwhatevver the problem is here.

[The video feed is currently displaying, well, nothing. The netbook is still closed, but not switched off. Whatever initiated the feed must have been accidental on his part. The audio's coming in clear though.]

I'll say it again so fuckin' listen this time, do I LOOK like I got any idea a' wwhat's goin' on? Nothin' is evven happenin' to me so wwhy the fuck wwould I both-HEY!

[There's a loud clatter, and a cracking noise, as the netbook opens partially. It seems to have hit the ground, because right now with the way it's angled, there's nothing but ground on the screen. Seems like it's somewhere outside in the city, dark too.]

Don't you fuckin' dare.

[Silence.

Something breaks it, as if someone suddenly took a step, at which point there's a noise almost like thunder and a flash of white light.

More silence, and then footsteps.

A grey hand takes a hold of the bottom half of the netbook, fingers pressed tightly against the keyboard. At this stage the feed just shows fingers covered in gold rings, as it's closed on his hand now.]

Rot for all I care, assholes.

[ It goes without saying that it took a decent amount of time for this particular individual to make his netbook navigable in any way. When he does, a video quickly appears on the network -- narrowed eyes, an annoyance and yet -- a curiosity so immense that it takes a second glance.

Mostly, however, is the anger. His voice is laced with it. ]

What is this?

[ Aaaand a polite, wordless cutting of the feed. Not really a man of many words right now, contrary to standard behavior. ]

[ Ready for some fail Japanese? No? Well, someone is chatting away in his native tongue now. ]

Watashi no iPhone wa dokodesu ka? Korehananina no? Ā. Soreha-jō ni aru...

[ He huffs a sigh, and there is a moment or two of silence and then a string of words that sounds a little huffy and angry. Why yes, he is cursing in his native tongue. He falls silent again and then when he speaks up in English, he sounds a little embarrassed. ]

I dreamed that I was home again, before matters had brought me here. The times that had led up to an unpleasant episode are dear to my heart, but I had not thought they would become so immediate that I would forget where I am. I must apologize for my lack of manners. It was unseemly.

Tell me, what do you dream of?


[ooc; bad translations get: Where's my iPhone? What is this thing? Aa, it's on... ]

[Oh look folks, it's Eridan, seated and with his expression exactly the same as the icon depicts.

He spends a few moments in silence, just staring really.]

You're paranoid, they said. Are you alwways this wwhiny?, they said. Stop makin' up problems that aren't really there, they said.

Wwell felloww...no, not felloww, but, let me say this much those a' you so assured nothin' wwas gonna happen or come about from these guys bein' untrustwworthy.

Knoww that I take no pleasure in sayin' this, bu--wwell, wwho am I kiddin', a' course I do.

[He clears his throat, pauses, and thennnnnnn...]

I told you so.

[That is all. Admittedly he hadn't really 'worked out' anything through sheer intuition or intelligence, he was just a paranoid jerk and luckily for him things worked out purely by coincidence.

So of course he's not going to miss the chance to pretend he knew all along.]