[Don't mind Sunny. The video recording starts with the little girl writing something down, formulas used in coding, supply lists, things an eleven year old shouldn't understand really. And then, after a moment more, she turns to look at the screen.]

How useful would a Stealth Camouflage unit or OctoCamo be for everyone here? I keep thinking that this is a war and more often than not, stealth is necessary. I don't have the things necessary to make them now but I'm sure that we could recover them on missions or if we salvage them. I would prefer fresh parts though to ensure the effectiveness.

And I wouldn't be able to build many once I would have what I need.

I'm really just curious on if anyone else thinks this would be helpful, for the time being.

Hello again, Esilium. Long time no talk-- [Chloe's looking under the weather in terms of wear and tear only; her bright eyes actually bright today for a change. For the first time in months, as a matter of fact.] good god does it feel good to be free again. Never thought I'd be saying those words, but there you have it.

And don't worry, no more lectures on this end. No more daily mutineering announcements: I can catch up on what I missed in lock up by scrolling though the network on my own and I've got a more important issue that needs addressing first. [There's a brief pause before she adds, gently as possible:] Obviously anyone that wants to talk shop about what went down is welcome to, of course. Just-- you know. We're on the fast track to recovery around here from what it looks like, so I'm not about to force anything else down anyone's throats as long as that remains the case.

Thanks, by the way, for not unanimously voting for throwing us all out the airlock. [Nice to know not everyone wants them done in or worse.]


Right, though, to the point. I need someone willing and capable of doing tattoo work. Good tattoo work.

In this case I'm even willing to consider the magical sort so long as nothing additional goes along with it. Not really a fan of curses and poisoned apple nonsense.


Additional text addressed to Vanozza:

not sure if I should be thanking you for this or asking why you of all people are signing up to look after someone like me right now

setting: video

[ A good deal of you may not recognize this man: dark brown hair, blue eyes behind glasses staring soberly forward, and if you look for it, there are signs that the suit he's wearing hasn't been properly laundered for some time. He blinks before clearing his throat, then nods--at you, perhaps? ]

While we are on the subject of bringing order and usefulness here--

[ He pushes up those glasses. ]

As of today, I and my colleagues have started a freelance agency. To put it shortly, if you should need any service done--scientific research or development, bodyguard services, counseling, or cleaning, for example--any one of us will be able to assist you. For a negotiated fee, of course.

[ For the sake of a friendly appearance, he attempts a smile, though it seems a natural one. ]

I can guarantee that any task will be performed upon request for the right price.

[ The smile doesn't even fade as he again clears his throat. ]

Should anyone require our services, please contact me. My name is Seiichirou Tatsumi--Unit 141 in the East Wing, and you may contact me in any way you see fit. You may also contact Asato Tsuzuki, Yutaka Watari, or Hisoka Kurosaki--these three gentlemen and I will be happy to serve any way that we can.

[ click. ]

[The voice is measured, disciplined, but rather young:]

This is Armin Arlert, cadet of the 104th Scouting Legion, reporting. I arrived to an unknown location approximately one week ago, and have yet to meet any others from my group, or anyone with knowledge of our war with the titans. While I have currently determined the situation to be safe, even hospitable, all evidence suggests it will not remain so. Should anyone out there who serves under Generalissimo Dallas Zackley receive this message, please respond! [A pause, and there's a slight break in that resolve.] Please... I-I can't have been the only one to...

[After a moment, Armin clears his throat. He is shaken, but continues:] To everyone who arrived here prior to this month, I would appreciate any assessment of the situation or perspective on the war and the time-and-space transportation that appears to have taken place. Suggestions for further reading on the subject would also be appreciated.

[It's clear he's a bit worn out by making this message, though fighting to sound brave.] Thank you.

[The video flickers for a moment before turning on. Claudia grins lopsidedly at the camera, waggling her fingers]

Sup, bitches?

[With a laugh she spins in the chair, kicking her feet up on the desk she's sitting behind. If anyone looks closely enough they might spot another tablet behind her... in pieces... what? She was bored and wanted to know how it worked.]

Okay. So I get the whole "transported to another world" thing - been there, done that, don't really want the t-shirt - but, seriously, could they have picked a lamer place? What? Couldn't the world have ended and left, like, Cabo or something? This rain is really cramping my style. Aaaaand no internet. No TV. Not even radio? Booooring. This place is like a total yawn-fest. What you guys need is someone to rig up something to liven up the joint.

[Her smile widens as her mind already starts to turn, thinking on what she could do to fix the place up. Of course that smile is short lived as a door slams and someone who shall remain Artie calls her name in his "Claudia did something wrong" tone (patent pending). Guess who found out she stole his tablet because she dismantled her own. Whoops? She cringes before shooting the feed a quick grin]

Uh. Gotta go. Uhh [She flashes the Vulcan Live Long and Prosper sign] May the force be with you.

((OOC: Action to the apartment otherwise replies will come after she's been sufficiently scolded by Artimus Maximus))

[ The feed comes up to life and Gwen is by the window, watching the street outside.

Perhaps she is concerned, perhaps she's simply tired. ]

To those who helped me to improve the state of the Civic Gardens for the purpose of a memory headstone, thank you. I don't know if the recent bombings have spoiled our work but -

[ she bites on her lip, clears her throat and turns from the window. ]

I know very little of what I can do for this city. I am a maidservant, not a warrior. I don't have great powers or special skills with a sword but -

I'll help in whatever way I can. A friend of mine once taught me that every action has its significance, as small as it may appear and I suppose it's this knowledge that made him who he was. Is.

[ and she misses him. she was silly to forget that lesson. ]

....I will need more help in the Civic Gardens, if you can provide it. I will be there every afternoon. And if there are any smithies working in the city I would like to speak to them, if it's not too much trouble.

I'm sorry to interrupt the, ah... that is, this isn't about any of — you know, the recent...

[ well this is a terrible start. A pause, an audible breath out, and he starts again. ]

I'm going to need... a programmer, I think. Anyone good with systems. That sort of thing.

[ LONG PAUSE. ]

Possibly Sollux. [ oh god kill him now. ]

[Greetings, Exsilium. It's Sue Richards, in her white and black Fantastic Four costume, sitting in the DITR offices. She looks tense, but composed. Guess who drew the short straw on responding to this whole mess?]

Hello. I'm Susan Richards, of the Department of Initiative-Transport Relations.

[She's good at reading from a teleprompter, but this is obviously not extemporaneous.]

On behalf of the Initiative, we would first like to extend our condolences and apologies to those affected by yesterday's events--

[Sue stops, and her expression darkens.]

--No. You know what? I'm not reading this. I'm not making excuses for them.

[Oops. Sue just went off-script, and her spokesperson persona drops in favor of what she's really feeling, a simmering, controlled anger.

There's a strangled noise of outrage offscreen from Saul, but it's rapidly cut off.]

Thank you, Medusa.

Not at all, Susan.

[Sue takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and addresses the camera again. This is no longer someone playing the role of a bureaucratic functionary. This is the woman who has stood against gods and won.]

( tl;dr )

[OOC: Pink is Medusa. Medusa and Saul appear courtesy of Ammay and Heather. I'll hit up all the replies, but your comment might also get answered by any member of the DITR. Even Saul after Medusa lets him go.]

A space-ship crash? I would think there would be plenty of better ways to greet new Transports. Even things like unsightly roommates or dingy floors rank secondary in overall effect now.

[ And he'd just started getting acquainted with the place, too. He could have never imagined the biggest source of disruption would be a radical destruction of his entire complex.

A hazing experience to rival all others, he supposed. ]

Well, I'm impressed by the hospitality here. Do events of this magnitude happen regularly?

( ( encrypted to shinji ikari, asuka langley soryu, rei ayanami; 70% ) )

_{( Crystal is standing outside in what looks to be a part of the outlands. The rain is falling, but conveniently doesn't hit her or her communicator as she holds it in one hand. She's walking as the feed opens, stepping delicately through what might have once been a fenced-off field-- at least, the remnants of the fence are scattered around, although the field itself is barren. )}

I realize this is a busy time around here, but since a few people have mentioned this I figured now was as good a time as any. The years and the war haven't been kind to the land of this place, but I've been working to see if that can be helped. It's slow-going, but there's hope, for the soil and the people who could depend on it.

_{( She pauses, smiles. )}

I know there are several people here with either scientific knowledge of, magical connection to, or other knowledge of the earth. I know there have been attempts to build greenhouses and small-scale growth, but I'm thinking bigger. This is a farm-- or it was. I want to get it running again.

_{( Another pause, as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She pans the camera over the decrepit building, the barn doors off their hinges and the fallen-in roof. The equipment, where it remains, is rusted over and unusable. )}

But there's a lot of work to be done, aside from that. Building, carpentry... whatever else it takes to get a place like this running.

_{( Now she looks almost sheepish; she's a princess and has never actually had to do that kind of work. )}

We didn't choose to be here, but there's no reason why we can't improve this place, and help it's people. That doesn't only have to be through war, and battle. So if you're willing to help, with any of it, I'd be very grateful. And I'm sure the people of this place would be, too.

_{( She seems to have finally reached her destination, on the side of the house. And there, sure enough, is a small 4x4 plot of apparently-plowed land. It's color is better than the soil in the fields, and clearly someone's been working with it. )}

It'd be nice if something could grow, here. Something we could use.