I'm back.

[ Ella's voice is soft, almost faint. A lot more calm than she usually sounds, that's for sure.

She doesn't want to do this, but when has anything she wanted mattered anyway? ]

Not sure if my absence was noticed, anyway, but I'm back. It's been six months back home, but only a few days here. A little disconcerting, but at least I didn't pop into an empty moon base. That would've sucked.

Anyway...I'm back. Did I miss something? I'm a bit tired, inter-dimensional jet lag is a thing, let me tell you.

But as usual, I'm open to people needing things. I have been helping with supplies so I guess right now we're relatively well on that front, but if anyone needs clothes, I can make those too. Or, I don't know, shoes or gloves although I think those count as clothes too?

[ She snorts, but everything is kind of dull, like she's not really trying to sound cheery. Which she isn't. She's still intense though, somehow. ]

And the people that I talked last about stuff, it's all ready. Yes, Rodimus, even your strange Energon stuff, I made like a barrell of the thing and it was not simple. You guys just drop by and grab them or tell me where you want me to meet you to pass it over.

[Click. Someone sounds distressed, but trying to keep it together. Trying being the operative word.]

I know this is the absolute worst time to bring my own matters up, but - someone, a friend of mine - she's gone missing. I-I believe she's gone home. [Which should be a good thing, right? Except not.] Going home for her is... [breathe, Poppy.] She was in a lot of trouble there. They locked her up, they took away her children and her wife, and - I guess what I want to know is - can they bring her back? Or, I don't know - is there any way we can know she's all right? If we can help her?

[god, this is a mess.]

I'm sorry, I just have absolutely no idea what to do. [Before she forgets -] Her name is Emilia. She was Julia's wife.

[Pause.]

What can we do to help those who have - [disappeared?] All I have are these bloody headphones.

[Said headphones can intercept communications from far away. WILL POPPY EVER FIGURE THIS OUT? Someone help her do that or something]

Right. Who lives in unit - [hold on a sec] 301? [PAGING PEETA MELLARK AND SOUJI SETA ahem] I've been staying at another place for a while, but I believe it's time I finally move in. Hope that's all right. I won't take up much space.

[And that's all there is to it. OR IS IT!!!!]

( ATTEMPT AT FILTERING THE REMAINDER OF THIS POST FROM JULES GRUMLEY AND EMILIA GORSKI IS GO )

I have a request. It might be a little strange, but I'm absolutely sure this place has seen much, much strangers things. So. [Shouldn't be a big deal. She clears her throat.]

Is there any of you who can help with memories? As in help someone gain back memories. Therapy, super powers [she can't believe she said that], I don't really care. As long as it isn't detrimental to anyone involved. I'm a bit desperate.

[Sorry, guys. She's one of those newbies.]

For God's sake. Really? This has got to be a first. Do these people even know who they're taking in? What am I even going to do here? I'm just a radio host back home, not - whatever you think I am.

[She is no soldier worth kidnapping, no, not at all, thank you very much.]

I can't do this.

I won't do this.

[Look. She's even throwing in a pause to show how serious she is.]

Besides, Fred wouldn't begin to know what to do without me. My fiancé? I have a life back home, you know, and it can't wait. So - you ought to put me back. As soon as possible, if that's not too much trouble.

[She has spoken. ... Then she starts to press random buttons because what am this technology.]

... Hello? Can anyone hear me?

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