I have information to share with you all, about information that we lack.

[a pause.]

( LOTS OF TALKING )

[ when the feed clicks on, marduk is in what appears to be a ruined building near the edge of town. there's snow on the floor and holes in the walls, but he's not wearing a single scrap of winter clothing. more importantly, he doesn't look especially pleased to be doing this. ]

Recently, one of the locals here went missing. Don't ask me what his name was, I'm not the one who gives a shit. I'm just here to solve the mystery.

He's missing because he's dead, and he's dead because I killed him.

[ he pauses here. it looks like it's for dramatic effect, but really he's just trying to figure out how to end the announcement. ]

Most of you would call that murder, wouldn't you? Can't remember if you all figured out what to do about that, but-- if you want retribution, you can come and get it.

[ good enough. the video ends there. ]

[Sonya appears on the screen without her usual preambles or cheerful introductions. Her manner is very, very controlled. The casual Bronx vowels that occasionally creep into her speech are gone. The profanities are gone. Every once in a while, she glances down; this is a prepared statement.]

Earlier today, Jesse Pinkman snuck into one of the prisoner cells under false pretenses. He’d been friends with one of the mutineers before all of this happened, so he claimed to merely want to visit.

While he was in there, he mutilated this prisoner in spirit and soul. He ripped from her her ability, her inborn gift, to cast spells. He tore away from her something as vital to her as eyesight or touch might be for you. And did he did this to defend someone? To stop an attack or a threatened attack? No: he did it to punish her. To make her suffer. And then he said to her that this is how things are running now.

( fuzzy drama funny drama drama drama fuuuck (ps not an ic cut) )

Hey, this is Ella. Ella Ellis, for those new to our happy moon base. Don't take it for granted, boys a girls, because then zombies come around.

[ And nobody wants the zombies to come back, alright? ]

When was the last time I used this thing? I think I've been in some sort of funk lately, buried in med kits and people getting hurt. I totally need some fresh air-

Oh, wait.

[ At least she sounds like she's on a good mood? ]

But anyway, I'm Ella. I already said that like, twice already, but you know, new people tend to have short attention spans. I guess you could consider me your...local God or something. You need something, you ask for it and I do my thing and I get it for you. Nice and easy, unless it's something like a space ship, then you better not hold your breath.

[ A moment of silence, because this might take some time for some people to process. ]

Yes, I can make most things out of whatever available matter I can find, no I can't get you out of this place, yes I can heal you if you're ridiculously badly hurt, but if you go the infirmary you don't even need to ask. No, I don't hear when people pray, that would be really weird. Yes, I'm serious about this and no, I'm not a religious nut, I'm not religious at all. I hope some of you can appreciate the irony in that. Yes, I also have other equally ridiculous powers, no I'm not telling you.

So...let me know if you need anything.

A great number of lives have been lost, and in exchange, we now have sanctuary for the time being. I'm sure many of you are weighed down by guilt because it was your lives their sacrifice saved, considering they are the ones native to this world.

[Which is so stupid, but he isn't here to make enemies, so.]

But I would ask you all not to lose sight of our goals to focus on the dead - those lives needn't go to waste. If you strengthen your resolve by using the memories of those who died for whatever reason, justice, revenge, whichever term is more comfortable, you can fight to overthrow the United Earth with an even greater vigor.

Whether or not the Initiative intends to save those lives by altering the past, or simply rebuild and move forward, you all must persevere. If you let this beat you, then the United Earth may as well have already won and things will get so much worse. No matter how many times you fail, as long as victory is still possible, you mustn't give in. [After all if he can keep fighting God since the beginning of time you can all slaughter each other for a bit longer, he figures.]

My name is Louis Cyphre, and as long as I'm here, you all have my blessing in your efforts. Consider me your...Guardian Angel. [Ha Ha Ha.]

[He was about to end the feed before remembering something.]

And out of curiosity, are any of you still withholding your assistance from the Initiative?

[Greetings, Exsilium. Hope you're not tired of all these new transports, because there is going to be one (1) more popping up on the network during this lovely evening. She had avoided being overly social after her initial briefing, but now she had a stomach to fill and some time to kill, so here she was. If she looks a little bit too made up for this to be a casual, spur of the moment video, that's because it's not.

It's actually a con.]

Y'know, when I got dragged here, the last thing I expected was to be nearly bored to death. [Laughing a little, mostly because haha--death. That's hilarious.] I guess I was wrong, though. Let's change that.

[And shuffling a little, if only to show a couple of coins on the feed, she explains herself.]

Tell me a story. It can be scary, funny, sad-- whatever it is you can think of. If you make me cry, I'll buy you anything you want. If you don't... you'll buy me food tonight. Sounds good? [Probably not.

But, she looks frail and young enough for this to be easy. It should be easy, right? Right. That said, she flashes a smile at her tablet and ends the recording right there.]

[Well, this is certainly a very shaky view of Kevin’s old fashioned dress shoes. And hey, now what seems like a thumb has blocked the camera. ]

…Hm? Oh! Is it working?

[He shakes the tablet, apparently under the impression that kinetic energy might help it function a little better. The sad truth is that it doesn't.]

Ah, I-I hope so. Hm, sir? Madam? My name is Kevin Cecil, and it recently came to my attention that now I can…heal minor afflictions and illnesses of different natures. If I can be of any assistance, do not hesitate to contact me. I’m currently at…Oh dear Lord, is that St Paul’s?!