( Audio picks up the sound of industrial construction, either things familiar in woodshop, car garages, or anywhere of a similar sort. When the feed goes live, Collette is framed to one side, looking forward and away from the camera.  She's clearly resting on her arms, and given the angle of the ground on the screen, she's probably lying on her stomach in order to do this.  She glances over her shoulder, eyes going to something behind the tablet being used for recording, then smiles as her eyes drop down to the tablet itself.  For all intents and purposes, the camera is positioned to make the viewing audience seem like they're side by side with Collette, wherever it is she is, keeping a low profile in this industrialized looking area.  Concrete floor that she's resting on, packing boxes ahead of her, bundles of cables and chains glimpsed somewhere past her head. )

Guys!  ( She keeps her voice low, not a whisper (they carry further, and can't be heard about the ambient noise), but low to avoid excessive attention. )  Anyone else catch where they dragged the ship off to with that giant crane after the crash? I wondered about that. But I've got news!

( She makes a waving motion at the camera, and it shifts, jarringly, to leave Collette off screen and show something covered in plastic and wiring and cables, a few Initiative workers using welding guns, others wheeling parts away or calling out shouts of questions over the sounds of construction. )

They say the spaceship's salvageable!

[ 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. )

 What the hell was--

[Thud. Kagura had actually decided to sleep in the apartments last night, since she had been in the area, instead of around the borders like usual. Unfortunately, this time, the power would actually go out. Despite having awesome demon powers and such, she's still bumping into pretty much every object ever, yelling loudly as she does so, including several expletives. It hasn't occurred to her yet that her tablet might actually serve as a light, as she's moving away from it in search of the door. Sorry to anyone around her, but she's grumpy, and she's horribly inconsiderate.

So, par for the course.]

If this is is some sort of fucking joke, I'll take their head off. Where is a lantern.....

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. ]

 [The video feed starts with Saori and there's a building behind her. She waves.]

Hello everyone, my name is Saori. I've been meaning to do this for some time, but many things forced me to put it on the back burner until now.

Before I was brought here, I was in another world outside of my own. While I was there, I managed to build a tea house and now I can finally do the same here. I still haven't decided on a name yet, but I'd like to hire help once I finish up on some last minute details. If you're interested, please contact me. I'll be needing both wait and kitchen help.

Oh and as an extra bonus, I thought up a great challenge. Think you can handle the heat? I'll have a spicy meal special. If you can eat the entire meal, it's free. What do you think?

[There is a shot of a pale face with what appears to be black armor along the jawline. This young man's eyes run across the screen briefly before he notices the video feed is on and he lifts a seemingly armored, clawed hand to the camera, covering the lens with his palm. After a moment he turns off the video feed and the screen bursts into static. After another moment, a voice speaks. It is a low, rusty voice that has an unnatural snarl to it, as if the voice's owner is trying his best to sound menacing.]

Send me back.

[ Here is a more unusual post from Aurican, the dragon that didn't know how to read.

Until now.

Do forgive the misspellings, it's his first try. ]

Hello my name is Aurican. I am learning to write. Kang taught me.

I.t is easy to read. but hard to write. My clawss make it hard and this keyboard is small. I will be better. I learn well.

thank you for helping me.

[There's a youngish looking teenager  with a mop of red hair can be seen on the screen. He's new, but this isn't exactly his first day here. He's spent most of this week keeping close to the people of his own world that made it to Exsilium. He was one of the lucky bunch to have most everyone he cared about from his world follow him here, so he's fairly happy. Well, as happy as you can be in this place.]

You know, I feel kinda like an ass. I've been hanging around my own people and haven't really poked around to see what other kind of people are here. This place might kinda suck, but my family's here and I've got a chance to meet some new people.

[At the moment, he's fairly calm and just curious as to how will respond to an upbeat message on the network. Of course, he could bitch and moan about this place, and he's certain he eventually will, but for now he's fairly relaxed, considering he's new and so far, this place hasn't seemed like that bad of a deal...yet. At least, not compared to the events of his own world that were happening at the time he left.]

March 1st, 10.32pm.

( homora in their natural habitat. feel free to skip, you aren’t missing much. . . )

HOMRA was a bar I ran back where we came from. Noticed you guys were lackin’, so I figured I might as well start it up here. [ Izumo slips into a business-like smile here, as if trying to dispel any impressions that had been conjured as a result of his prior banters.] If ya respond to this, that’s one drink on the house that ya can redeem. So think about stoppin’ by in the near future, yeah? It’ll be worth your time, promise.

[ Clearly speaking to the camera now. ] There we have it, an offer made directly by the one and only HOMRA bartender himself! Don't let this valuable once-in-a-lifetime offer slip away! And so, the bar HOMRA and its coolest bartender, Izumo Kusanagi-san, both look forward to your patronage!

... Oi. [ The beast continues to be ignored. If you haven’t been neglecting all the red, then you’ve been reading this post very wrong. ]

Oh! King's food-- [ He’s interrupted by a sudden soft thud. It may not be too audible, but the operator clearly hears it. The camera feed swings with its operator, looking towards the apartment’s door. ] Ah, a visitor? Hold up, I’m coming!

[ And the feed follows its operator towards the door, which opens to the sight of a mess of a soft cherry pink hair spread out on the ground and a large metal black cross. Upon closer inspection the person can see that its actually a person. A person that is making a soft moaning noise. ]

This... Is this - [ It's a female voice and it trails off into a soft whisper, but her discomfort can be clearly heard. Though, before she says anything else, her movements stop. ]

Huh? [ A hand reaches out to the girl, seeking her pulse, and then there’s an urgent cry. ] Kusanagi-san!

[ Saying that he was in a bad mood would be an understatement, but he knows that tone of urgency in Totsuka’s voice well enough not to take it lightly. Getting up from his chair for the first time since the havoc that was their morning — he makes his way over to the scene, taking only a brief second to properly assess the situation. Not hesitating for even a moment, he ushers Totsuka to the side. ]

Oi, get outta th’ way.

[ The feed is then quickly cut off, the Red King’s food to be eternally forgotten about. ]

( ooc: this post is backdated! action available @ 604, replies will come separately from Izumo and Totsuka, but may be threadjacked by anyone. red is mikoto, orange is totsuka, yellow is izumo, pink is kururu. )