[Having arrived a few days ago, Nikita promptly dropped off the face of the earth and started snooping around. When you have rogue government agencies trying to gun you down, cautious became your middle name. She's learned as much as she can from observing, and now it's time to talk to the natives. She's debated how to make herself known. A face like hers isn't easily forgettable and it's pointless if Division has set this all up. But it's worth a shot.]

My name is Nikita and I was hoping someone could help me. It seems like I'm the new girl in town and I'm in need of some information. I understand this place is Exsilium. I'm still trying to figure out how exactly I got here. And what is expected of me.

[The video feed abruptly comes to life, the camera at a strange angle. Robin is not facing it, his head clutched in his hands. Clearly this is not a deliberate message, as he is muttering desperately to himself.]

Not again. Too much; it's too much. I can't--

[Suddenly his gaze whips around to face the feed, a hunted expression on his face, and with an abrupt gesture he slams the computer shut.]

Well, fuck.

Anyone have a hoodie, gloves, and makeup I could borrow/use?

I really need to go grocery shopping.

[For a brief moment, there is a flicker of the video feed. There's not much to see, except for Finnick's face. He looks wan, dark circles under his eyes and a half-mad look in those sea green eyes of his. It lasts only a few seconds.

And then the image is gone as he switches his post to voice. He doesn't want people to see him like this. Bad enough all of District 13 saw his breakdown.

His voice is shaky, though. Life in Exsilium is definitely not sitting well with him.]

Maybe the Initiative is trying to drive us mad. First the brainwashing, then a subtle form of torture. Promising pain relief if we want it. Next thing you know, they'll try to find a way to kill off our loved ones. [He makes a noise that sounds something like a laugh. Maybe. If you squint.] I wonder if this is what it feels like to be addicted to morphling. Hey, Johanna, maybe you can share with the class.

[There's a long pause.] I just want it to stop.

[ Guess who's a little drunk and not in his room and doing some super special assembling of random shit he found together. Who knows what it's supposed to do, but he found the stuff and damn if he wasn't going to engineer something with it, okay? Anything. Because that's better than being here where Pepper isn't, and stuck period. ]

One more year around the sun. Of course, I don't know what this sun is, but my sun says that was my... I'm saying it was quite boring. You guys oughta do better.

My friend, I would speak with you when you will. In person, preferably.

I would've preferred for us to speak in friendlier terms, Initiative, but my hand has been forced. [ No need to mention who is responsible for said terms: Martin's acerbic, booming words make that clear enough. ]

My name is Martin Septim, 22^nd Emperor of Tamriel. Due to my experiences, I have taken it upon myself to contact you not as an enemy, but as a friend.

I implore you to remember that the actions of a few don't speak for all of us. There are many of us who do not wish to fight you, who have no intentions of making enemies in a realm that is not our own.

However, you have betrayed our trust. It's in your best interest to address our concerns, Initiative, not hide behind silence. I demand an apology for your indoctrination, past and present, and transparency with your plans and objectives from now on.

If you wish us to fight for you, with you, shows us that you are worthy. Do not demand obedience, but mutual understanding.

I await your response. [ And the video ends. ]

[Kanji looks a little awkward when he comes onscreen, shifting and nervous.]

The hell with knockin' on doors. This is quicker and it ain't like those bastards don't already know. Anyway! I got dropped here and find out about this poisoning shit in the food so I figured this was something I could do for the people stuck here. Someone I talked to and I figured, they couldn't be poisoning all the stuff we can get at, so I went out lookin'. Took a while to get everything together, but if it helps people out, it's worth it.

I made curry and I'm sure that the ingredients didn't come from them. Should be enough for everybody, as long as nobody hogs. It's in 109 if anybody's hungry.

[Kanji does indeed have a large amount of curry made, and anyone near 109 can probably smell it.]

[The video feed clicks on to show a red-headed young man, with a genial look on his face. By the low noise of chatting in the background, and the wall lined with bottles of various kinds of alcohol, it's obvious that he's in some kind of bar.]

You know, this place isn't half bad. Great beer... cigarettes... they've even got onion rings. [Watch closely as a golden-fried ring is held up close to the camera, before being smooshed whole into his mouth. He has the good grace to finish eating it before speaking again.] And you know the best thing about this place? No zombies!

I do miss my mates, though....

[The feed flickers to life: a hand appears, hesitantly withdrawing from the keyboard to reveal a handsome man in his early twenties, looking more *at* the laptop than *into* it. His hair is shaggy, long and dark, his face youthful; but there is something more to the expression in his eyes, something old, ancient even. He seems weary.]

This is… unusual. Magic, is it? [He pushes his fingers through his hair and mutters, to himself more than anyone who might be listening.] Beyond my ken, any road. Not so unusual, that.

[His head drops forward as he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes before glancing up again.] Gods, the silence. Is there nothing alive anywhere here? I feel so… ah, bloody hell.

[He clears his throat and speaks a little louder.] Forgive me – I am Robin of Loxley. [An odd expression flickers in his gaze for a moment - doubt? Loss? He shakes his head.] Robin, anyway. If anyone can hear me - where might I find something to eat?