Well hello there everyone. Welcome to the newer faces, how are you doing to both the new and old. In case you don't recognize this face or the hat, I'm Phoenix Wright, and I've got an announcement for you guys.

As of a few days ago, it seems like we've got a missing child on our hands. His name is Miles and he's about - oh - five feet eleven inches? I don't know how much he weighs, he's got grey hair and he was last seen wearing a red suit and a really intense cravat. He's... 24 years old, I think.

He hasn't been in his room and hasn't been coming in to work, either. His family is very worried about him. So.

[There is a few seconds' pause here, where Phoenix's rather playful expression sobers up. He keeps the smile, but he's definitely more serious now. A little sad, even.]

That is to say, it doesn't seem like Miles Edgeworth is here anymore. Haven't been able to reach his tablet or anything. I don't know if he'll come back like he did last time, but like last time, if you had any business with him I recommend contacting Miss Franziska von Karma. She might be able to help you out some.

[Another little silence. He's looking away from the camera. He mumbles some words like "They're all going somewhere." "How many is this now?" "I guess it's better they're not here, but." "It's starting to get kind of lonely." "I hope he's okay."

Then he turns back to the screen again, the first wide smile back on his face.]

Now, in case you don't know what he looks like! I drew a picture. I'm pretty confident in the likeness, if I do say so myself. I think the dog's still around...

[The camera turns on, focused on a small, seventeen year old girl. She looks rather odd, with strange jewelry (earrings that look like radishes and a necklace that looks like it’s made of corks) and protuberant eyes that make her look almost perpetually surprised. She gives the camera a vague, dreamy smile.]

Hello, there. I’ve been trying to acquaint myself with the place, but I suppose I should also acquaint myself with the people. I’m Luna, Luna Lovegood. I don’t think it’s so bad here. It’s better than the place I was not too long ago, though I don’t like to think about that. It makes me sad. I think it would be worse if you had friends back home, though. I’m not quite sure if I have friends.

[She stares off dreamily into space for a few minutes before looking back at the camera.]

I was curious as to what kind of creatures roam this place. I should very much like to see them. And if you know any places to explore, I would like that very much as well.

Company would be appreciated, but isn’t necessary. I’ll be fine.

[She hums a tune of her own creation for a few minutes before finally shutting off the device.]

[ The video feed turns onto Medusa in her new apartment - expression serious before she begins to speak. ]

Greetings Exsilium. For those of you who do not know me, I am Queen Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon, and from this point forward I will be acting as a direct liaison between the Initiative and Transports. While previously discussed, my appointment now is in part due to the actions of those individuals who procured the space ship and the request for more transparency and warning of upcoming events from the Initiative.

My job, as it stands, is to make sure everyone is informed about upcoming missions and other news with ample time to prepare, rather than the hurried explanations that we are all familiar with at this point. Which is what brings me here before you now.

[ She straightens even further, hair spreading out to cover the rest of the screen that isn't taken up by her body. ]

Recently the Initiative has been working on technology to return those who are unwilling or unable to fight back to the universe of our origin. But it is new and unrefined, and the possible consequences include permanent relocation to a world not your own.

Which is why the Initiative requires a volunteer to return to his or her own universe. The portal will be unstable - it may not open to the correct universe or remain open for long. They also seek a small number of people to go as a security team to protect both the individual who's world you have hopefully traveled to and a number of Initiative members sent to examine the situation.

Again, I must stress that there is no accounting for the dangers one might face, and the consequences it may have for you, your universe, or the team that the Initiative will send with. Do not volunteer if you are hesitant or unprepared to deal with said consequences; however, if you have questions, I will do my utmost to answer them.

Furthermore, if there are any among you who wish to aid me as a liaison, please inform me at your earliest convenience.

Thank you.

( ooc|| Signups are still open and can be found here as well as ooc information! )

I hope that everyone will make the best of their new housing arrangements. The meeting of two personalities is like the mixing of chemicals: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

[soft piano music begins.]

Of course, "home" is not a place, but people. Seeing the face of a loved one brings you home. Likewise, the presence of an enemy brings you back to the conflict you have with him, regardless of your physical location.

[he pauses, letting the piano fill in the empty, unstated spaces around his words.]

...No matter who else may come, I'm fortunate to have that good part of my home here with me.

[ A very cheerful woman with an SLR camera hanging from her neck. ]

How's everyone doing with the housing shuffle? Do you like your new roommates? This is a great opportunity to meet new people and have exciting relationships! This sounds like a perfect time to have a picture taken, doesn't it?

If anyone wants a commemorative photo of you and your new friends, drop a message here or visit me at Unit 508 [finger snap and point!] especially if you're a cute girl.

My Sakura! Mister GuyBad! You're not exempt from this. You better be ready when I'm done with this message. Chan-Kuroh, Chan-Shiro, be nice to your new roommates, okay?

[ And she's done. ]

A space-ship crash? I would think there would be plenty of better ways to greet new Transports. Even things like unsightly roommates or dingy floors rank secondary in overall effect now.

[ And he'd just started getting acquainted with the place, too. He could have never imagined the biggest source of disruption would be a radical destruction of his entire complex.

A hazing experience to rival all others, he supposed. ]

Well, I'm impressed by the hospitality here. Do events of this magnitude happen regularly?

( ( encrypted to shinji ikari, asuka langley soryu, rei ayanami; 70% ) )

[ If the Initiative ever wanted proof of how well they expanded their network's range, this would be it.

Normally Caesar isn't prone to using video, but this will be one of his few exceptions. He's sitting in a large metal chair, one with all sorts of technical whatzits and doodads that he'll never ever fully understand on his own attached. For those more future-inclined, it looks an awful lot like the captain's chair of, say, a spaceship's bridge. He waits a few beats until he's sure the tablet, either held by someone else or propped up on something across from him, is broadcasting. ]

Good evening, Exsilium.

If someone would be kind enough to go wake the Initiative up for us and let them know we have something large, space-faring, and very high up above the island right now that we'd like to bargain with them for, that would be really great.

( OOC note: Feel free to threadjack! This is totally a threadjackable post. )

So I'm a little bored right now and itching for a fight. Anyone who wants to meet me for a friendly spar, I'll be at the initiative hold in the training facility.

[Short and to the point. Anyone is willing to meet him there, or just talk to him here.

Really, all Yuri knows to quell is boredom is to fight and get in trouble. And he figures this is still a good way to get to know people. Maybe food could be involved afterward.]

[Oh! He's back to broadcasting video! At least for this occasion. For anyone who saw him while he was detoxing: he looks much healthier now. More color to his skin, no sheen of cold sweat. His eyes are still ringed by dark circles, given his ongoing insomnia, but he no longer seems like he's on death's doorstep. His tremors are less pronounced, only occasionally noticeable. Slow improvement... which doesn't include his mood. He doesn't look much like he wants to be talking right now. He's grumpy and tired, damn it.]

Yo. I'm Jesse, for you guys that showed up this last time. Real quick just wanted to say: we do this thing every month, like... getting together to bake cookies for the new guys. It's pretty big, so we use a few different kitchens, but I got all the supplies and ingredients and everything...

Anyway. It's almost that time again. Collette's all on my ass so I guess I'm back to running things. I was thinking we'd get together - what is it? - uhh... 30th. Yeah, 30th. Room 409. You can come even if you don't know how to make cookies. It's real easy, I'll show you and we all kinda do it together.

Then, on the 1st, I set up a tent outside and give 'em away. You can help out there, too, if you want. It's pretty cold and wet, though, so that sucks. No pressure. Don't have to hang out the whole time or anything.

...Yeah. So.


((OOC note: this does overlap with the upcoming mission, which Jesse won't be going on.))

I'm thirteen today... I think. It's hard to keep track. Maybe I was really thirteen a while ago but today the date's right.

[Rue can't be seen on screen, she can be heard though, walking around the room.]

I'm not saying it to ask for anything. It... it's just important for me to acknowledge it somewhere.

[As a record, to believe it, to look back and say she survived another year since the reaping, since the arena.]

That's all really.

[And the video ends.]

[Woe and betide Samus Aran, for her shower would forsake her this morning. It was a nice routine, not that she really liked the idea of settling into one much; wake up, stretch, shower, shove some breakfast in her mouth, go to the Police Station and do her Police Lady thing. This morning however would not be par the course; her nice, hot shower turned into an unforgiving sheet of frigid ice water pelting her back. Not to mention the utter darkness that fell over everything. The distinct hum of electricity stopped. The distinct, muffled and frustrated groans of a few other unfortunate apartment residents she could pick out through the walls. They could probably hear hers too.

Mere inconvenience? Or attack as well-founded paranoid let her mind secondarily settle into. She ambled out of the shower, slipping and sliding on the wet tile floor just to hastily throw a towel around herself. It's surprisingly dark inside the building despite the time of day, and her eyes haven't had time to adjust yet.

After a bit of fumbling around, eventually she manages to locate her tablet. Given the circumstances, she'll be sticking with audio.]

Requesting a status report from all awake and coherent Transports.

[If she could figure out if this outage was limited to just the apartment building or not, that would be a good first step.]

Who has electricity and who does not?

Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo? This is Neko, is someone listening? Wrong number? HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

[ Someone without much ability with technology is fumbling with the device, sounds of grunting and fuming clear as the video function goes on and off, as well as the voice one, briefly showing bits of white and way too much skin at times.

It suddenly settles on a pair of mismatched eyes. An aquamarine and a green leaf one. ]

Is Shiro here? He had to go somewhere right? Because he said it would be okay. And then he was here! I saw him!!! [ A pained frown crosses the small bit of visible face. ] I want to see Shiro! I want I want I want I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!!

[ The camera pans out, showing the pouting girl down to her shoulders. Her bare shoulders. This doesn't seem to concern her much, if at all. ]

If Shiro isn't here then I don’t want to be here. I don’t! I want to go away.

[ A beat, and then the pained frown comes again. ]

I’m hungry…

[ When Mithos comes onto the screen he looks a bit annoyed about something. ]

Uhm.. Hello everyone, I'd like to ask a question. What would you say is a clean room? More specifically:

[ He flips his tablet so it shows the room he's in. There were books and papers scattered all over the room. Sticky Note were in various places with some sort of fancy chicken scratch on them. Among the books and papers were also clothing and while the bed was clean it wasn't made.

He moves the tablet around and among the mess is also Kratos standing there with his arm crossed. It doesn't look like he has a clue on what his apprentice was doing right now.

Once Mithos was done he turns the tablet back around so it faces him again. ]

Are there any of you out there who would call that a clean room? And is there any way to convince someone to clean their room.

[ Because he's pretty close to just cleaning it himself. ]

Thank you.

Hello, and good afternoon! I've something of a strange proposal for anyone willing to play along. I can phrase it as a game, if that would make anyone more willing to humor me.

In any case, here it is: I would very much appreciate it if you could tell me three facts about yourself. Two of them should be true, but one ought to be a lie. Just harmless lies and truths, if you please! I'd rather not hear about the bodies you keep in the cellar at home. [ that goes with a polite laugh. that's a joke, see??? ]

Much obliged.

[[ooc; Damian will be practicing his new lie detector of a weapon!! The permissions post for it is right here. I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU FILL IT OUT FOR ME.]]

[There's a new face on the video feed here, and that is the face of a somewhat troubled young man. He's not looking at the camera at the moment, instead looking around his surroundings with a thoughtful expression.]

This world has been through a lot, too...

[Without a single word of explanation on what he's meant, Yuusei turns to the camera to address any possible viewers directly.]

If there's a conflict, I'd like to help resolve it, even if it's in a world other than my own. These methods, however...

[He makes a pause, frowning and looking down a bit. "War" or "changing the past"... Even for him, it's hard to tell which of those he dislikes more; it's probably a little bit of both that makes him feel this anxious.

The duelist lifts his head, speaking up once again.]

... If possible, I'd like to speak with people who have been in this place for a while already. I have a few questions I'd appreciate answers to.

Thank you in advance.

i have some questions

1. how many people out there are musicians

2. would anyone be interested in playing in a band

3. is there even enough good instruments in this hellhole for us to form a real rock band

All i got is my acoustic guitar. I'd sell a kidney for a good working electric guitar and amp, but i can live with this. i can sing too, depending on the music. i don't write it b/c i'm shitty with lyrics and stuff but i know enough other songs it'll make your head spin. i'm the king of cover songs. but if the instruments are out there and you're interested get back to me. my name's johnny. idk it might be a stupid idea but i'm bored here a lot and didn't really know any other musicians back home so it might be cool to chill with some here. collaborate. stuff like that. we might even be able to get some gigs around town. i play at Nora Cafe and a few other places if you're interested in hearing what i can do, first.

but yeah get back to me i guess

---

[This is a thing he's strangely insecure asking about. Don't mind him. But, if you do want to come hear him play, and talk in person rather than text him back? Stop by the NORA cafe or one of the bars in town some night when he's playing. He's actually pretty good! He's a fiercely fast player, and his voice is best suited to the hard rock and punk covers he sings - low and gravelly. Once he's done his set, he stops to grab a drink. Care to join?]

[ action - for roommates (Soldier Blue and Judal) or anyone who wants to stop by unit 510 ]
[Bolin's sitting on the floor in the living area, with his back against the couch and Pabu curled up on his head. He's spent most of the past five days exploring his new home (and training, and hanging out with Korra and Asami as much as he can). But a guy's gotta give his muscles some time to rest and so he figures he might as well play around with the strange little gizmo they gave him. (Evidently he's supposed to be able to talk to people through it -- like a mini radio or something.)

He pokes hesitantly at the screen and gasps in surprise when it changes. It takes him a long time to find the tutorial, and even longer to make his way through it. Reading is hard enough for him even when he doesn't have to figure out what strange words like "video" mean.

In the end, it doesn't help him that much. All he really gets out of it is you can leave messages for everybody who has one of these weird devices to see, and these messages can either be in written words, recordings of your voice, or a kind of moving picture with sound. He decides to just poke around the device and see if he can figure out how to make a moving picture post for himself -- it sounds pretty cool.

Ten minutes later --]


[ video ]
[The feed flicks on and Bolin lights up.]

Hey! I think I finally figured it out! [He leans closer to the device, and Pabu jumps off his head indignantly to go doze on the couch.] Hello in there! Can anybody hear me?

[His thumb slips, accidentally switching it to audio.]

[ audio ]
Wait, what did I just do?

[ the feed turns on to a short red-haired boy, who seems invested in -- well, not the audience. with a tap on the side of the device, he nods to himself, looking satisfied, before tilting his head to look at someone off-screen. ]

I fixed it, Dark. It's recording now, do you want it? [ an arm pushes down against the boy’s hair, flattening it as Dark leans himself over Daisuke, looking down at the screen. another face looks over to the screen, but it’s definitely not human. ] Nah, didn’t want it to begin with. You can keep it.

That person said it was important, though. [ frowns, heaving a sigh. ] I guess I have to delete this one first-- [ ..and he stops, staring down at the tablet. after a moment of inspecting the tablet, he flushes red. ] Dark! It’s live!

Ah- [ Dark - stops for a second and winks at the screen, a slow grin spreading across his lips. ] Hello. ❤ Seems like we’ve been caught red-handed.

[ ...then, daisuke shoves at dark, trying to push him out of camera's view. ] Everyone can see this, you know! [ and, turning back, he takes a pause. ]

Yeah, I know. [ which is why Dark slouches over against the top of Daisuke’s head, nearly shoving him over. ]] Aren’t we supposed to introduce ourselves, Daisuke?

I can't do that if you're on me--! [ HUFFS, pushing himself up, and after a moment, he smiles sheepily, looking at the camera. ] Ah... I'm Niwa Daisuke, and this-- [ gestures to the person on him ] --is Dark. We've just arrived. Can anyone help us, please? We'd just like to have a few questions answered. [ as he gives a final nod, the feed turns off. ]

[It's rare that she addresses the network at large, but today, Kyouko is perched on a far-off rooftop. The remains of the domed ceiling and the slightly bent, scorched cross atop it suggest that this place, wherever it is, used to be a church.

She is dressed as a Puella Magi for this, and with a care that belies her usual behavior, wraps the chains of her separated spear around the bent cross, and begins to pull, slowly. The comm device catches bits and pieces of this work — her boots, the strain and squeaking of old metal and wood. Eventually the cross is righted as much as it can be without tipping over and crashing to the ground below, and apparently satisfied, she leans against it, unwraps a candy bar, and places her comm device in her lap, staring down at the screen.]

[She turns away a little, and speaks in a contemplative tone of voice.] Y'know, the people who live here have hard lives.

[She takes a bite out of her candy bar, and continues to speak. Seems she's in an introspective mood.] Not you guys, [rude.] the people who lived here before we got here. When those bombs hit, a buncha of these buildings didn't make it. A lot of the people didn't either.

[A grin, but there's little humor to be found in it.] Heh, and this place is still here. It's a dump, but people come in here anyway. There's no priest and no books, but they leave junk here at the altars, even though the rain leaks through. They bury people without givin' 'em their rites. [...] I wonder if they even remember 'em. Betcha they don't, huh?

[She continues to chew.] I got here almost a year ago, and this building's still the same as the first time I saw it. I used to think nobody gave a damn about it, but I see them coming in and out of here all the time. An' even after the bombs, and what just happened, they always smile at you when you walk by. People give me stuff for no reason. I used to think that kinda attitude was stupid. Who smiles in a shitty place like this? Why give a buncha strangers anything? It's better to just care about yourself. They'd live better lives if they did.

[The wind is soft. Still. Kyouko's expression appears to close off, becomes difficult to read.]

Maybe. I don't know what I think now.

I have another question for the transports of Exsilium.

How common is it for transports to... disappear, indefinitely? Do not mistake my question as a matter of personal discrepancies - the person I'm concerned about is very unlikely to wander off and not come back without a word to anyone of it, at least not for a period of several days.

Are there any dangerous places nearby that should be avoided? I don't want to jump to the conclusion that he is hurt, but... I am not sure what else to think.

[ Who hasn't made a network post in a while? This guy. It's been a rough few weeks, but he seems to be back in form now, if the grin he flashes the feed is any indication. ]

Guess it's time I made things official. [ He turns the tablet around as he speaks, showing a less fancy version of this. There's a fair amount of activity going on, with drinks being served and orders being taken, but the noise level isn't too bad. ] We've been up and runnin' for a while, but this here is the NORA cafe. We do meals, coffee, tea, milkshakes, and cocktails for all the adults out there. Figured this place could do with some livening up.

[ With a laugh, Snow faces the camera towards himself again. ]

Consider this our grand opening. If anyone wants a job, drop by and I'll find a spot for you. Just make sure you're old enough if you wanna work the bar. [ SEE HE CAN BE RESPONSIBLE SOMETIMES. ] We've got a stage, so I'm lookin' for people good at entertainment, too. Let me know if you're interested.

[ ooc; Here is a WIP info page/list of employees, based off responses to the OOC plotting post. If you're interested or want something changed (or if I got something wrong, which isn't unlikely), we either can thread something out here ICly, or drop a comment there and it can be handwaved. c: ]

[An audio post begins, and for a few seconds it's just the sound of the rain. Then, a piano begins to play. Those familiar with classical music would recognize it as French Suite No. 4, a well-known work by German composer J.S. Bach.

The music goes on for about fifteen minutes. It's a piece with a sense of introversion to it - even as the music turns complicated and speedy in some areas, it maintains a restrained elegance. Emotional, without being passionate.

When it finally ends, there are another few seconds of rainfall before Kaworu speaks.]

The demands of human relationships are overwhelming when you consider just how much love a heart needs to survive.

But, conversely, a heart can give an infinite amount of love in turn. The world is less scary if you simply remember this.

It's taken me longer than I wanted but I've finally finished the painting I told a couple of people that I'd show them. It took some time to find what I needed to make paints and even longer to ensure I did this right. Especially with the mission we had and the body swapping...

[Ahem, moving on. She lifts up a painting.]

This is but a small look at my home, Imladris. And I'd be glad to do paintings for anyone who would ask, if there's a piece of home you might be missing.

I still don't get what the point of birthdays are. They're just another year gone by. They're just like any other day.

These are funny little things, aren't they? Almost like a mirror, except you see other people in them, and they're not even a hologram. But you see yourself too! I think it'd be easier just to talk to people in person, but I'm sure everyone has their reasons for using this. I guess not everybody can fly.

Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Colette Brunel, and I'm looking for anyone who's from Sylvarant or Tethe'alla, or even Derris-Kharlan. It's very nice to meet you all, and I look forward to fighting by your side. Don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything.

[Disgruntled and serious looking as ever, Kido appears flips on the video. May as well. She's sitting up on the couch, hood up, but she seems to be in a pretty good mood. How can she not be? She's back in her body.]

Never thought I'd miss my body so much. [Well, anyway.] Oi, anyone in the Mekakushi Dan! Report in. And I'm counting you if you want to be in it and just haven't joined yet, so this is for you, too. We need to assign your numbers. First come, first service, I guess. Kinda hard to keep track otherwise.

Ah, yeah, how did welcoming the newbies and the Initiative's mission go? How are you feeling? That's all I need to know.

[She scratches her head. Business done, she slouches more into the couch, tablet sliding in her lap. Just some leftover messages for people. She switches the video off and goes to text only for that.]

Sayaka, I uploaded some music for you. [Have a download link featuring copious amounts of Radiohead, Oasis and pretty much any bands you can find here as well as indie Japanese artists.] Tell me if you like it. I'm thinking I'm going to practice singing and maybe try taking up guitar. ...Ah, anyone who wants the music can take it though.

Ringo? I'm up for that...girls' night or whatever whenever you are. What do you do on one anyway?

Oz, when you're free I'll teach you how to cook so let me know.

[She tries to remember what other things she was thinking about... Oh yeah.]

Oh yeah, two things. I remember hearing about that holiday with the bunny that hides eggs. It's sometime in spring, right?

Other thing is I need some new recipes to try. Don't really care what kinds. There must be some foods you guys like a lot and want to tell someone about. If it's something you like, I'll make it for you in exchange.

[ Video as usual. One of these days Anders ought to take a typing class and advance beyond two-fingered typing. ]

So we're back to ourselves, yes? Another bout of our hosts' incompetence survived. I have to say I'm proud of us as a community for placing responsibility where it belongs, and not jumping to conclusions. I haven't seen or heard anyone blaming mages for what happened.

On a happier note, I've learned that today people are supposed to eat pie, in honor of mathematics. Anyone up for a potluck? I'm no mathematician, mind. I just happen to think pie is always worth celebrating.

I bet a bunch of people are glad that's over! Me too.

[A laugh.]

Still, I wanted to ask - how many people were glad for what happened? I mean, for whatever reason it might have been. I thought it would be nice to hear some people who weren't miserable! It's always good to know there are people out there who are happy with the way things are going. There are probably plenty more people who didn't like it at all. I didn't either, but... At least it was only five days, I guess, even if it seemed longer.

[The feed starts off a little shaky, almost telling of a technologically incompetent user on the other side, but he seems to have it. After a moment, a long haired man shows up on the screen, inspecting his device to make sure it's really on, and yes, it is.]

So, I got a question. Someone mind explaining to me what these 'missions' are? 'Fraid I'm really not that studying type so going through this backlog is something that's not happening. Figured it'd be easier to ask all of you, since it seems I'm here for the long run. May as well get settled in best I can, and that seemed like something that's necessary to know.

And while I'm asking, anything else I should know? Secret handshakes, passwords, people to avoid, places with good desserts, how do make a dollar or two to survive, you know the basics.

[He smirks for a bit, about ready to turn off the device, then wait... right... manners.]

Please and thank you.

[So that may have been sarcastic but he figured he didn't want those moral types to be on his case for not saying 'please' or something.]

[A video feed begins, displaying a small girl sitting on her bed in her apartment quarters. She's fiddling with the placement of her netbook as it records, but she doesn't seem to realize it's... filming upside-down. When she's erroneously confident it's pointed in the right direction, she crosses her arms and grins.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Toph Beifong! I'm a new person here, but if you're from my world, you've probably heard of me. Greatest earthbender who ever lived, pioneer of metalbending, celebrated war hero. Not to mention a wanted person for a while, too. And the star of a smash-hit play.

[she straightens up and tips her head, apparently pretty proud of all that.]

Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know that I'm blind, so I can avoid having to explain it to each of you every time we meet. But - don't think I'm asking for your help or anything either, I can get around fine with earthbending. Basically, just don't bother coming at me with any pictures or books or papers or whatever. I can't see them or read 'em.

[she pauses as if about to say something else, and then suddenly brightens.]

Oh! I was gonna say not to bother sending me text messages either... but actually, I was messing with this thing earlier and I found out it could read them to me! [As she says it, she waves her hands in the air excitedly.] I mean they gave me one with special buttons just for me, so that I'd be able to use it, which is so cool already, but I never thought it would read for me on top of it! How awesome is that?!

[very awesome, because she's all smiles now.] So, I guess that even though you basically kidnapped us right when we were ready to start relaxing... I should say thanks to you Initiative people, too. I can't really think of anyone ever giving me something like this! You know... something that I normally wouldn't be able to use, but it's fixed so I can. It's kinda nice.

Anyway, uh... nice to meet you all! [she reaches towards the camera again and the video ends.]

[ Hello there everyone! Hakuryuu's face pans into the feed with a small, yet delicate smile. ] Ah, I have a question...

[ He seems to hesitate at first, almost as if mildly distracted by something, but finally opens his mouth to speak: ]

I decided to experiment with some of the different types of fruits and food items I have found here since my arrival, but... [ He allows his voice to drift off, idly moving the camera from himself to the nearby table where he stood.

There, scattered neatly across to the very brim of the table was a large array of various types of food. The prince seems almost bashful by the display, yet finally turns his attention back to address the public. ] ... it seems I have made far too much.

So as for my question: would anyone like some of this? I believe it is a good idea to share what we have, when our circumstances give us so little. However, I understand that I cannot feed everyone, so if you were to give me some ingredients, I might be able to make a separate meal of your choosing.

[ There, with a small bow of his head, the boy continues. ] This is left for you to decide, but I would like to give anyone who is in need a home cooked meal their fill. Thank you.

[ One last glance over to the food before... click! ]

[The post is public and easy to read for everyone, but if you're a paranoid type hoping to crack the anonymity he's made it as ridiculously hard as possible to hack for the most part, except for several completely exposed paths you can find with just a bit of searching and know-how that will help you crack the anonymity on this post with ease...but if you manage to hack your way through everything, it unfortunately leads to an unregistered device with no ID. Better luck next time you nosy sons a' bitches.

And yes, it's a dutifully crafted lure designed just to fuck with you people in the first place.]

So I was just wondering...what's the stay/go ratio around here like?

If you're interested, just tell me whether or not you'd rather stay here once the war ends, or go back home a.s.a.p.

Reasons optional, but preferred. [The more depressing the better, he could use a laugh.]

So, um, first off I just wanted to say hi to all the new people! And say that I'm sorry you're kind of stuck here, too. It's tough, but there are lots of nice people here, so if you're having trouble with anything I bet you'd be able to get help. Except going home, that's still a mystery for everyone.

[And then a smile breaks out on her face, and she moves her tablet so the feed shows a wing of one of the gyms with a barre running along a wall, and mirrors attached to that wall. As quickly as she turned the camera away from her face, it's focused back on her.]

I know last time that I mentioned I was looking for a place to dance, and some other people mentioned they'd be interested in the same thing, so I asked the Initiative people if it would be okay if we could have a wing in one of the gyms to turn into a place for the dancers here to practice. And, um, they said yes, so here we are! There's not going to be formal lessons or anything, unless somebody else wants to set something like that up. I just wanted to let everyone know that they can stop in whenever they want to!

Oh, and - if there's anybody interested in going outside the city sometime, I'm looking to take a trip or two. Before anyone gets all worried, I know to be really careful, and I've done it once before.

[With another smile, she leans forward to end the feed.

ooc: this is all mod approved!]

[Bloop. The video turns on to show a shiny new face, a teenage boy who's apparently not completely sure he's doing this thing right. After a moment of scrutinizing the camera he apparently realizes it is in fact recording, and starts talking, the busy market place bustling in the background.]

Uh, hi. I'm Toji. I just got here.

[Yeah, okay. Even he can tell that was basically the lamest intro ever. He grits his teeth a bit and decides to just lay everything down.]

Okay. I'm not gonna pretend I understood halfa what they just told me, but they said they bring a lot of people here, right? From different times and worlds and all that. So that means maybe it's a long shot, but there could be someone here I know.

[Hold on. Someone might misinterpret that. Touji decides to clarify a little, looking just the tiniest bit flustered.]

Not that I need anyone here holdin my hand or nothin, I'm just sayin it'd be nice to see a familiar face.

[A few more moments of deliberation, and Touji changes his mind entirely.]

You know what, forget I asked. Can someone tell me where the best place to get some clothes in this market is? Ones that don't make me look homeless. Wearin this plugsuit everywhere is gettin embarrassing.