[You know what, Exsilium? Trying to figure out his own shit is giving Sam a headache. So he's going to try to figure out yours.]

Got a couple things on the agenda today so bear with me. Who knows, this just may end up saving your life down the line. So first thing first - if you see a ghost? RUN. Safest place to be, if ghosts here act like they should, is inside a salt circle, or in a room whose entrances are all guarded by undisturbed salt lines. Fill you in on it when it's tested, but it's better than nothing for now. If you can't run? Grab anything iron to defend yourself. Ghosts are weak to it. 

Item number two - raise your arm if you have no idea how the judicial system works here. If you do, explain it to the best of your understanding. The point of this is to eventually make a comprehensive accessible document. Laws and rights are kinda basic knowledge in a civilized society. 

Item number three - looking for someone? Want people from home to know you're here the moment they arrive, wanna let people know someone disappeared? Give me names, and I'll make an organized list we can pass around. There're a lot of posts on this network and it's way too easy to miss things. If you're looking for volunteers for anything, I can make a list for that too. 

Item number four - been on missions, willing to talk about your experiences on them, or just in Exsilium in general? I wanna hear all about it. Anonymously is just fine too. 

[Oh right]

Name's Sam Winchester, and if you're new, welcome aboard. Feel free to ask every question, if I can give you an answer I will. 

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...

Has there ever been a case where someone who has disappeared from Exsilium came back?

[ Brows furrowed, it might be too much to hope for that. ]

Nevertheless, if you have any unfinished business with Miles Edgeworth, you will now report directly to me.

[ Her voice was strained, trying hard to subdue her anger. She ends the feed there before her feelings get the best of her. People familiar with the police force's office set-up might be able to tell that Franziska took over Edgeworth's desk. ]

[ Voice; ]

[ Kira and Athrun are friends. And it seems the network is about to hear and understand how close these two friends actually are. One of them had accidentally knocked Kira's tablet which caused it to turn on and well, the reason behind this broadcast of their... um, very private moment. ]

Kira, I don't know about this. Are you sure this is a good idea? What would Cagalli think? What would Lacus think?

I'm sorry, Athrun. But I need this. I need to get it out of my system.

Kira, you ...

Turn around. Let's get this over with.

[ Then there was a brief silence and the sound of rustling clothes could be heard as you might even sense the awkwardness even if it's an audio post. ]

Let me help you with that.

[ More rustling of clothes. ]

I'm going to push this in ... and this might hurt a little. Athrun, I need to know if you're ready for this. There is no turning back. The best I can do is to try to not make the first try hurt too much.

I am. You owe me if I ever survive this, Kira. Big time, in fact.

[Boy, this sure sounds suggestive doesn't it, but fortunately (or unfortunately if you are a fan of that), the feed cuts off around that point with a loud... buzz?]

[ ooc: Blue is Kira. Red is Athrun. ]

I've noticed the trend towards asking our fellow transports philosophical questions on this network. While I can't say I particularly see the appeal, there is something about which I am curious of others' opinions.

Namely - how would you define a home?

If it's not something you'd wish to talk about, there's no point in answering; similarly, I don't mind answering, myself, for the curious - it's only polite when asking, after all.

( before anyone bothers with either of those points. homes aren't something he's thought about in years, really, fairly certain of the fact that he doesn't have one anymore; but after eight months or more in exsilium...he's starting to, a little bit. )

Well, Exsilium, like you I have found myself in the body of someone else. I am normally a nineteen year German woman, not a teenage boy of unknown origin. [ And whose body and fashion sense she didn't mess with much, as she chose to dress in the similar schoolboy-uniform fashion. She does tie his neck ribbon properly however. Because whoever originally owns this body is sloppy. ] Our bodies came with our clothes and everything we had with us during the body swap. If you were carrying something valuable, dangerous or both on your body then, and are worried that it might be lost, stolen or used for dubious purposes, please feel free to share your concerns with the police.

Now, to whosoever has my body, you will return to me one leather whip and a blue brooch. In exchange, I shall provide you with my detailed daily regimen in order to keep my body at optimum health. You don't have to do the same. I have everything under control.

Do you take me for a child? [ Asks the thirteen year-old who's short for her age. ] That I would believe that the older me was abducted by an organization from the future and now lives in this seedy lodgings? If this is some foolish attempt to foolishly prevent me from being a prosecutor, then know this-- my Papa will hear about this. And he will not stop until you've been found guilty of all the crimes you have and might foolishly commit.

I won't too, once I've successfully passed the bar. I won't show you any mercy [ She swings her riding crop around as an example ], not even one minuscule bit.

[ Convinced that she has managed to intimidate her abductors with her message, young Franziska von Karma smiles. True to her nature, that smile comes off as snarky and condescending. ]

Of all the lies... time travel? Really? In the future, when I am prosecutor, all criminals won't escape punishment for their crimes. I won't be caught in a den of fools like this.

[ Backdated to the 25th

Video feed shows the view of a narrow court room from the witness stand. The judge's seat can be seen in all its Baroque glory. There's a space for a crest on the wall behind it, but nothing's carved there at the moment.

Solid wooden desks flank the platform that holds the judges seat: the defense's bench to the left and the prosecutor's bench to the right. Placed directly in front of each other, this ensures that the opposing parties can confront each other face to face. The desks are large enough to conceal key evidence to be presented at crucial moments, and sturdy enough to withstand abuse such as fist slamming, whipping and scalding coffee spills.

The seats for the audience are located behind the defense's and prosecutor's benches, much like the seats in a theater. Any loud side comment, beneficial or otherwise, from anyone in the audience will most likely reach the ears of the judge and attorneys. It almost seems like audience participation in court proceedings was encouraged.

To top off the theatrical atmosphere of this courtroom, a young woman with a whip stands at the center of it all. ]

A few months ago, someone made a boast, and it will continue to be a boast until that boast is fulfilled - that he will establish a judiciary system in Exsilium. Whether or not he follows through with his word remains to be seen, but that does not mean that I should lag behind. I am, after all, not just a prosecutor but also a von Karma. And we von Karmas are always perfectly prepared. [ Crazy prepared, some might even say. But not always. Still, she's fully confident that Edgeworth won't let her down with this one, even if she will never say that outright. ]

I could make a speech on the benefits of having a functional judiciary, the difficulties involved with procuring this noble establishment, its features, the possibilities... but let's keep this simple, shall we?

[ With a crack from her whip, the ceiling parts to make way for two flatscreen monitors. A corresponding holographic screens appear beside the two attorneys' benches. The monitors and screens show an array of stock evidence data: the obviously fake autopsy report of one "John Doe" who died of excessive foolishness, a bullet, a chalk outline and the like. ]

We have here the best in evidence display this world has to offer. It's programmed to respond to basic sound and motion cues, and can be programmed to follow the specific cues associated with the people involved in the trial process. In this case, that would be me and my whip.

[ She snaps her fingers, sending the prosecutor's holographic screen flying towards her. ]

Much like our current communication devices, these holographs are touch sensitive. [ Touching the bullet on the screen, the image zooms in until it takes up most of the space. Swiping her finger on it shows the bullet in different angles. She smiles, satisfied by its performance. ] As long as we have enough data, we will be able to investigate every nook and cranny of all evidence declared prior to the trial. And in case you were wondering, yes, it has all the usual amenities you would expect from a court of law. [ With a dismissive wave of her hand, the screen flies back to its original position. ]

The board is set. We now have the venue to run a proper trial in Exsilium. Of course, you're free to choose a dingy, dilapidated gym instead, but why would you?

[ Arms outstretched, she ends her speech with a bow. ]

Happy Holidays, Exsilium.

[ reference for court room set up: Wiki article on the Ace Attorney Courtroom and what it looks like in live-action format ]

Greetings, Exsilium. I am Miles Edgeworth and I have an announcement to make. In preparation for Thanksgiving, a silly American holiday where people gorge on turkey and celebrate historical inaccuracies by painting bald eagles with gravy, I have attempted to cook a simple but delicious mashed potatoes dish.

I have failed. It has been less than two hours since I stepped into the kitchen and I have already managed to soil my cravat, stain my vest and slightly singe my sleeves. It will take a lot of effort to rid the delicate embroideries on my vest with the potato bits that have gotten between the threads. It would take more effort to get rid of the stench of curdled milk, failure and shame that now permeates every corner of this kitchen.

I must now admit that I am not only a failure in the kitchen but also a failure as a man. I am a foolish fool who can not foolishly comprehend recipes so simple even a fool of the utmost foolishness can foolishly cook. I submit myself to your mockery, Exsilium. I deserve to be punished for my incompetence.

That is all.

[ Note: Franziska von Karma was here. Miles Edgeworth smells.

Franziska has hi-jacked her brother's communicator. She wrote this entire post. Expect tags from Franziska pretending to be Edgeworth, Edgeworth, and Franziska... probably. ]

Guys. Guys! This is the most amazing thing I've seen yet...

( Collette holds up some sort of smartish or at least MUCH BETTER THAN THE 90'S cellular phone in blue. She grins, looking at someone offscreen, then actively begins demonstrating for the tablet. Talk about weird angles and table and propped up provided steadycam. )

This? Is a cell phone. It takes pictures! It plays games. It even plays music. Sure the reception in the future is totally bad but that doesn't diminish how amazing this technology is! Look at it! This is the phone your phone could aspire to be!

( Then, from off-screen: )

... Please give my cellphone back. ( That? That is a very heavy Japanese accent because REALLY NOW. NAOTO WANTS HER PHONE PLZ. )

[ Hello fellow Initiative abductees members. Please pay close attention to the scowling God on your screen.

Or as much attention as you can pay while a thumb is over the camera. Everything is currently a nice shade of pink.]


Hail and well-met. I am Thor, of Asgardia.

I would speak with the leaders of this Initiative regarding my untimely abduction.

[ The voice rolls, deep like thunder, promising that unfavourable events will follow for whoever is responsible for this if they aren't put in contact with him. He's been fighting mutated animals since he arrived three days ago, so don't hold it against him. ]

I seek also a bathhouse.

[ ACTION - feel free to encounter him around the Hold, still covered in the blood of his enemies and seeking somewhere to get clean. Personal bathrooms aren't a thing in Asgardia. ]

[ While technically Lucy was still beaten and battered herself, she wasn't so out of it as to avoid a fight. Er... if the fight came to her, anyway. The food from the banquet had helped a little, but her magic reserves were still fairly low - low enough that she wasn't actively looking to get into any trouble her first day in such a weird place. However there is one thing that is more important than all of that, which is why she sends a message through the network. ]

Nn - is this right? Looks like it's recording - I mean, broadcasting. It looks like the communication lacrima back home, ne Plue?

[ Though her companion can't be seen, her companion can be heard. ]

Pun~~! Pun pun~ Pun~!


[ Lucy grins towards the ground, where her companion presumably is and turns her attention to the feed. She's cleaned up a bit, at least, and is cautiously making her way towards the apartments - keeping an eye out for things that go bump in the night. Or in general. Bandages are wrapped around her forehead and her arms, but she still smiles hopefully. ]

If you can hear me, my name is Lucy, and I'm... I'm hoping that some friends of mine might be here as well. I didn't see them when I arrived, but they're the type that won't sit around in one place for long, in a situation like this. [ With monster infestations and all. ]

Specifically I'm looking for my teammates, Natsu, Gray, Erza, or Wendy - even Happy or Charle. Anyone from Fairy Tail, will do-! [ She can't be the only one here right? ]

... aside from that - [ She murmurs more quietly at this point, frowning a bit. ]

Is it always like this here? [ At that point, her companion pipes up again. ]

Pun~ pun pun~ PuuuN~!

I'm fine Plue - actually I'd love nothing more than to take a hot bath and sleep for a week. But let's see if the others are here first, okay?

Pun~!

[ You can't see it, you poor deprived souls, but Plue just saluted. It was adorable. ]

Can I ask someone some questions about human parents? Like if you have them, or if you are one!

[ With the way Feferi has her face all up in the camera, you would think she had never used technology before. But no, she's just very exuberant, more so than usual. ]

Oh yeah, and that's not the only thing I wanted to say! So who remembers that we were working on a guide for new people? Well, it's finally ready!

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

But before I print it out, I want everyone to see it. What do you all think? And some people can be relieved that there are only plain, boring fonts, thanks to the all the help I got! If anyone else has anything to add, tell me! Also, it would be great if some people would volunteer as contacts for the new people. You know, like an on-call question answerer!

( ooc notes )

( ooc: dated to a bit earlier in the evening. )

[ Edgeworth is sitting his room tonight as he address the network; someone who knew him well might suggest that he looks tired - exhausted, even - but if questioned about it, he'll just deny it. ]

Good evening, fellow transports. For those of you I've yet to meet, my name is Miles Edgeworth and I am a prosecuting attorney.

Tonight, I bring forward to you all an idea that I have been considering since my arrival here last month. As some of you may know, Exsilium currently has no internal judicial system. That is, no police, no courts, no prisons... and even worse, no laws. Both in light of recent events and out of concern for possible future occurrences, it would be my preference to implement some sort of system to deal with inter-transport conflicts.

I am willing to work to my full capacity to ensure the functionality of such a system and all that it entails, but I do acknowledge that I am only one person, and I cannot achieve my goals alone. So, I ask: who amongst us would be willing to assist me in this matter, so that we can ensure a safe and just society for all of us who have been brought here?

And a second question, if you don't mind: I am aware that there are many individuals from a wide array of disparate alternate realities, and that the judicial system as I know it might not exist where you are from. If this applies to you, I would welcome any information about how crime was handled in your reality.

Thank you for your time.

[ At the end, he submits a text version of his main points for reference: ]

1. Would you be willing to assist with the creation of a transport-run judicial system and an accompanying set of laws?
2. If your judicial system differs from the one I have briefly described, how does it differ, and what aspects did you like/dislike about this system?

I will answer any further questions or discourse on this topic, and you are of course free to discuss it amongst yourselves.

- Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth

[Video | Open to all]

[His face takes up the screen.]

Hello.

I'm Atomic Robo Tesla, new arrival, and generally not happy about this whole abduction thing. I heard the sales pitch and I'm working out the general information.

At least it's not vampires.

Anyways, I want to get to know who I am working with here. So, who all is out there?


[Action | The Apartments and UNIT № 2 0 4]

[A robot in camo pants is checking out his room before heading out through the rest of the building.

He's just checking things out, but if he sees you walking around he will stop and say hi.]

[The video feed turns on the show the face of a rather serious-looking young man wearing a very fancy suit... a very fancy suit that looks although it's been slept in for the past two days.

He's very slowly coming to terms with the fact that this isn't all some sort of absurd dream, and has decided that perhaps it's time to introduce himself. And he's prepared.]

Good morning.

To those of you who are listening to this message, my name is Miles Edgeworth and I am a prosecuting attorney. There is still much that I do not know about this world, and I would welcome all information anyone would care to provide, or directions to a place where I might uncover more about this place for myself.

After all, if am forced to remain here, then I expect to be informed of all aspects of my current situation in its entirety, from as many different sources as possible. I do not presume to speak for all of you, but I, for one, do not care to work for a cause that resorts to such underhanded dealings such as abduction and much worse to achieve its goals.

[Underhanded, but not to mention preposterous. These sort of happenings should be confined to science fiction novels where they could remain. Unread. But he continues nonetheless.]

You, as a 'transport' who has also arrived under circumstances similar to myself, are the ones most likely to understand and share this belief of mine. I can only hope that you will be willing to assist me in this matter.

That's all, and thank you for your attention.

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.

 [When the feed starts, the netbook's camera shows you a view of the forest floor.  A deer carcass lies among the grass and twigs, and it's obvious that the poor thing did not have a clean death.  It's in the advanced stages of decomposition, even though the blood around its body is red and fresh.  The camera does not linger on this image for more than a few seconds; it pans upward, to show Koltira's face.

 He's standing over the deer, holding the device in one hand, holding Byfrost with the other.  Agony creases his expression: his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, every muscle in his pale, sallow face is taut with pain.  The guttural growl of his voice occasionally rises in octave as he talks, as though something is beating the shit out of him from the inside.]

Were we brought here to fight for something, or to waste time reliving the past?  Send.  Us.  On.  A mission.

[He stabs the tree next to him with Byfrost, and the sword glows sickly green; the tree bark begins to decay rapidly, as though it's practically melting.  Diseased fumes pour out of the bark, forming a nasty miasma around Koltira's body.]

I need a battle. [he hisses, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.]  Now.

I guess it would be rude not to introduce myself, huh?

[Hi everyone, it's a somewhat ditzy-looking blond guy. He makes a show of dusting off, of fixing his big green scarf.]

My name's Nash Clovis; I'm from somewhere you've never heard of. I know we've been brought here to be soldiers, but I have such a problem doing what I'm told. The missus hates that, but I tell her: "I can only be who I am."

Who I am was never good at the rank-and-file stuff. If they wanted me fighting fit they should've knocked a few years earlier! But I'd be happy to contribute to the war effort in a subtler, more secretarial, tea-brewing capacity.

[The keen-eyed might notice that despite Nash's overblown protestations, he does have the bearing of a practiced fighter.]

Ooh, I think I got it to work!  The little light's blinking. That's like the universal sign for 'working', isn't it? [ the young girl, clad in a quite.. quirky outfit peers at the camera on the device quizzically. ] That means I'm being recorded, right? Well, a magician has to keep up appearances, so! Hello, Citizens of Exsilium! My name's Trucy Wright, Ace Magician! Maybe you've heard of me! Or maybe you've heard of daddy, that usually seems to be the case. [ she bounces on her heels a bit. ] I don't really know what's going on, but while I'm stuck here, let's have some fun, okay?

Let's start with an icebreaker! [ Trucy holds up a deck of redbacked playing cards. She then spreads all 52 out in her hand. ] Pick a card, any card!

[ The image is shaky and unfocused, at first, until the ruffling sounds cease and the picture stills after picking up on a blur of red, white and blue. A blond man, bruised and battered, and appearing a little worse for wear comes into view.

He's still fairly new to technology, and this seems to be that much more advanced than even some of the gadgets he came across in the future - he pauses to think that Stark - Tony - would love to get his hands on something like this. But he manages to figure it out pretty quickly, albeit awkwardly, and he audibly takes in a deep breath. ]

Guess I gotta introduce myself on this thing, don't I? Manners cost nothing, after all. [ He winces, whether at his own weariness or an actual injury is difficult to tell, and he rubs at the back of his neck, a somewhat nervous habit from years long since gone, smearing the dirt there further. ] M'Steve Rogers, and, uh, it's kinda been a long day.

[ But not long enough for him to have missed the details. This place is clean, organised, but there doesn't appear to be any immediate threat. He's already ruled out HYDRA, but he's pretty certain he left them back in the 1940s. And there's no aliens as far as he can tell, which is a relief. A civilised kidnapping? He remains on guard. ]

So, uh, anyone out there gonna fill me in on what I'm missing or am I really gonna have to do some investigating? [ He heaves a sigh, the camera pulling away from his face to focus on the uniform he's still wearing, and he mumbles to himself as he fumbles to figure out how to end the feed. ] ...'Cause I could sleep for a week.

[Turns it on, spends a few more seconds than most woud checking that the screen is on, admiring that it actually works.]

Am I broadcasting? If I am great, if not, I'll just be talking to myself. Which, would not be a far from normal occurrence let me tell you.

[He clears his throat, and continues.]

Let me tell you a story, of a tired guy, just trying to get come sleep in his uncomfortable cot in the middle of a war zone. Then suddenly the guy is transported to some strange place where a weird lady tells him he's supposed to help save mankind. Or some such drivel.

Well, my friends, that guy would be me. Unfortunately.

Then to add insult to injury, she hands me a gun. When I tell her I don't do guns, she hands me a sword.

[His eyes boggle, in that way that only Hawkeye can pull off.]

Anyone want to explain why I have ladies, not  those of the lake variety, handing me swords and telling me I'm in the future? Because, right now?  I'm thinking Korea has finally driven me round the bend.

[ Hello, fellow transports. Tonight when you check your networks, enjoy a look at one of your newest, a serious-looking man (flippy blond hair notwithstanding) with a politely neutral expression. ]

If it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to ask a few questions. While the woman providing the introductions was enthusiastic enough, her explanations were somewhat lacking. For instance, how many people are here in Exsilium right now, and how many are fellow transports? I understand there's a war going on - in that case, what kind of organized armed forces exist in this city? I'd assume there's a system in place to protect civilians or those unwilling to fight, but [ a bit of that politeness slips out of his tone ] please correct me if something so obvious hasn't been attended to.

[ He reaches to turn off the feed, but pauses as if remembering something, and straightens again with a friendlier look and a half self-deprecating sort of tone (all affected of course, with the ease of someone used to putting on a public face). ]

My apologies, it's rude to ask questions without giving any answers. My name is Barnaby Brooks Jr. Additionally, I'd like to hear from anyone familiar with me, whether personally or from Hero TV.

[ The feed opens to show a young woman who's just barely holding back her anger. She squeezes her eyes shut briefly and huffs. ]

When I said that I was ready to go wherever I was needed, I never expected that someone would be foolish enough to take it as a consent to be abducted to what seems to be a science fiction fan's dream. Nevertheless, I am here and I have once again been made to realize that I should never underesimate the foolishness of fools.

I suppose I should introduce myelf to the group. I am Franziska von Karma, prodigy in the field of prosecution. For your sake and mine, I hope you're not nearly as foolish as the ones who brought us here. [ She bows. Her attempt at a friendly smile falls short and comes off as condescending. ]

Now, if anyone could direct me to where I could find some more information on this place, starting with its history and its laws, it would be much appreciated.