[the video feed turns on to show ... well ... that cheery looking thing in the icon. cheery if you like skulls with visible muscles in the eye sockets, that is. it's animated, somewhat mid-grade Flash work, and ... it talks.

in a very high, grating falsetto]

Hey, all you folks out there in Transport land! I'm your new pal, FACEBONES, and I'm here to tell you all about E-VAC-U-A-TIONNNNN.

The first thing you probably evacuated when you heard we were going to the moon to keep from gettin' blown up were your bowels. And that's O-KAY. Just remember to change your pants before you get on the rocket so that everyone else doesn't form the permanent impression that you smell like a fucking sewer.

Everyone can take forty-five-point-who-cares kilograms of stuff along, which is a hundred pounds in Sorry I'm Not From Europe Weight. Basically this means you should only bring what's super duper important, like DRUGS AND BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZE.

Also we're going to the fucking moon, so you might wanna pack some stuff that's gonna keep you occupied and doesn't require bein' outside, because HI, THERE'S NO OXYGEN IN SPACE. You step outside in space to go take a nice run around the block and you're gonna DIE.

So if you have room after packing all your drugs and your booze, pack some nice PORN and maybe a bottle of lotion and whatever you like to jerk off to. I brought a picture of your mom.

Once you're all packed, just move in an orderly OH SHIT WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE fashion to the Hold and be sure to elbow all those poor innocent Exiles outta the way because nobody cares about the people who were here first to begin with, they're just a buncha helpless dildos. If they could've taken care of themselves anyway we wouldn't even BE here, so, ha ha, enjoy your apocalypse, you pansy faggots.

OKAY HAVE FUN ON THE ROCKETS NICE TO MEET ALL YOU ASSHOLES bye.

See you in space.

Where the tits bounce better.

[fun fact: if anyone tries to trace the IP of the original broadcaster, it's been encrypted to high heaven. enjoy your anonymous animated troll, Exsilium]

[ It's just in text at first, but don't let that start your doubts churning. It'll get better. ]

Exsilium! Fuck yes I knew I could f-- People haven't died, the disappearances have been due to the United Earth, because they're raging assholes. Experimenting on people with powers and treating anyone who doesn't seem to have any like relative dirt. Sort of. Anyway, short time, still upgrad--- ing. Oh, shit! Yes! Okay so people who are missing are probably just missing not gone home, I hope [ he really hopes because he hasn't found Pepper yet ], I reserve the right to be incorrect, it doesn't happen often, relish here as necessary. We're in the UE if we are missing, and I'm looking for a few people I already knew were supposed to have been gone. So far no such luck, and I don't know where the base itself is. While that sounds useless, if any of you can crack this ridiculously high powered encryption that even I couldn't crack, then go for it. [ Hint: no one can crack it it's an ooc uncrackable (for now) ] Otherwise, just... Batten down the hatches. I doubt this is gonna turn out well, okay? But it'll be fine. Good to see you guys.


[ second note: I have to sleep but I will hit things in the am and after work so hard like going to the final exam for a class you never attended, hard. word. yo.

EDIT: AND THIRD NOTE tony is totes cool with handing this tablet off to other people currently in the UE who want to get messages to people back in Exsilium, so feel totally free to create a new thread calling someone out and we'll just assume tony either handed it to you, or is looking over your shoulder like a creeper. (edit: if he can, he'll be trying to electrotechopathic his way into your threads. he might not be able to but it won't stop him trying. ]

[it's 3 o'clock in the morning, and Charles Foster Ofdensen is, thanks to the wonderful world of Exsilium, several things: he is bored. he is frustrated. he is tired. and he is slightly buzzed. training in the Hold can only do so much for a man who is used to taking care of hardcore business, and he is well aware that were he in possession of his full cadre of resources, he would have had this whole Transports Vs. The UE Vs. The Natives thing taken care of and in the bag by now.

around his third page of yellow legal paper, he gets tired of making notes, and starts to doodle.

it doesn't take him long to draw an old, familiar face from home. he taps his pencil thoughtfully against the paper, and bites his lip.

look at your life, Charles. look at your choices. ... nope, these are still excellent choices to be making at 3 AM on half a joint, two hours' sleep, and a glass of cheap local booze. these are the best choices ever.

he sounds remarkably calm for someone who's planning something completely ridiculous.]

Does, ah ... anyone out there have access to an image editing program? Something like, oh, let's say ... Flash? Something comparable?

[the feed flickers on to show Charles in a neatly-pressed suit, looking about as professional as he always does]

Hello, everyone. Normally I wouldn't make this sort of open broadcast, but, ah - I need some information, and I thought asking the widest base possible might be the best course of action.

My name is Charles Ofdensen, I'm a recent arrival to the Initiative, and I've been doing a little field work for them, the past few days. I've run up against something unfamiliar, and I was hoping some of you might be able to tell me what a symbol means.

[he holds up a paper with this drawn on it]

Any information you have would be quite appreciated. Thank you for your time.