[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]

[Nanami's sunburn has mostly healed and peeled away by now, but she still shows signs of having been out in way too much sun for way too long. For once she's speaking very politely, aware of both of the subject matter and the adults who might be watching.]

It's my birthday on the 8th.

[If the potential selfishness is broadcasting her birthday for the entire network has dawned on her at all, she doesn't show any signs of recognizing it. But, for a moment, her expression becomes closed off and drawn.]

I already had a birthday, technically - on a mission. It was a long time ago, but only a few weeks here. But we all know that doesn't count!

[She lifts up again, pointing her index finger at the camera.]

There's no way I'll let this opportunity go by! This is the most important event in my life! I can't possibly let it pass without the appreciation it deserves! That's where some of you come in!

You should all be planning to attend!

[Attend what? Attend where? She's doesn't...know. Details.]

More to follow!