[It's taken him a great deal of time to get his composure together, after everything is said and done. He might have his body back, but the rush of memories and actions and guilt guilt guilt is enough to make him want to vomit. The images of himself, coated in women, stained in blood, saying one thing while meaning another, leading people astray while knowing otherwise - PRETENDING....

How dare they... How DARE they...

...

As overwhelming as it is, he can't just wallow. Someone HAS to know, and as much as it might hurt to hear it so soon, they have to know immediately.

So Guy slips to a terminal, holding himself composed if not extremely worn... and as strong as he tries to stay, he can't quite keep the small tremble out of his words as he starts to speak.]

If you're hearing my voice right now, then you need to stop and listen. What I'm about to tell you is going to be hard to hear, and I'm sorry. But it's important.

This week was a mess. No one can deny that. But some of you here in the Tower might have been aware of a few of us wandering around, claiming we had "control" of our minds. To some of you, we were your superiors, ordering you to do or say things for us. The few of us that had mixed colors in our collars or could maintain a conversation like normal, despite our modifications, claiming that the Administrators had failed and that we were fighting back.

We sent out a message this week, gathering people and information to try and establish what we claimed was a counter-resistance. Many showed up. Many put confidence in us.

[He pauses, swallowing hard.]

That was a mistake.

The truth is that we were just as brainwashed as anyone else... Even more so, I guess. Despite what we might have said or made people think, we were all actors. The few of us you may have talked to were sent out specifically for sabotage and information, all for the ones that did this to us. We were spies, and before coming back to normal, many of us just gave away information that...

[Another pause, a deep grimace crossing his face.]

Well, it might prove to be a disaster for quite a few people. If you spoke to a drone in what you thought was a form of confidence, especially against the Tower or in details of the resistance...

[His expression pains, grimace thinning into a guilty frown.]

Then I'm sorry. We've done something truly horrible.

[...

There's another long pause, the man at the screen tense and quiet. Either he's searching for something else to say, or his composure is about to slip from him. It's hard to tell.]

There's nothing we can do to take it back. Think what you would like of us. But we've tricked you, and you deserve to know. And right now... I'd recommend to be prepared for the worst.

[...]

If you have questions, then feel free to ask. I'm... not sure what any of us can tell you. I'm sorry.

[And with a tired, forced smile, the feed ends.]

[Kyoko appears on the screen. She's obviously shaken by the last pair of network posts that preceded hers, but more than that, she's really pissed off (or, more likely, she's turned her fear and confusion into anger.)]

What the Hell was that? That girl..she just ate her own companion, didn't she? She just ate him like he was piece of meat! Even though he hadn't done a single thing wrong...! What the Hell does she mean, "rotten!?" The only thing rotten here is her!

[She clenches her teeth and reaches to end the feed, then suddenly stops. She didn't really care about Dax, but she thinks, probably, he was the only one she came close to liking, but more than that? It's infuriating to see someone betray their companion like that.]

Ruana! You're watching to this, aren't you!? So why don't you show yourself already! Tell us all about how you used to pray to keep your soul while going around and stealing everyone else's. That's the real point of all this, right!? You were never interested in saving anyone to begin with!

Seriously, whatever the Hell it means to lose your Tower in this place, you deserve it! Denying people even death, stuffing them into bodies that they don't want and killing them just for fun, doing things like that to your own companions--I hope somebody years your heart and soul out, you disgusting waste of space. Nobody here needs your kind of salvation.

As for the rest of you, I could care less about what you think of this post. If you ain't got anything useful to say, don't even bother.

[Normally he'd actually draw better, but he's so freaking pissed and annoyed that you'll get this. Also his terrible handwriting.]

Yo! You guys all better listen up and read Senpai's post, cause this shit's important. I drew somethin' to give you an idea of what we're up against.

[He holds it up and...]


But uh, if you end up denyin' it....and I can't really blame you, we'll come help you deal with it. Got that?

[The feed flickers later on in the morning in midst of the creeping fog settling within the lower levels (for now) of the tower before a clear voice speaks through. Despite the growing difficulty to see through it, he seems to have no trouble?]

Everyone, stay calm and listen. If my hunch is right, this fog is different from the kind that lingers outside this tower and if that's the case, there are some things you should know about it. You see... this fog is similar to the fog in a world I know.

For those who can't read well, I'll read it aloud... but the basics will be here in text.

[He pauses before speaking again, having only stopped to compose himself.]

( MOTHER OF GOD ALL THIS SHADOW SELF INFO... )
[He pauses again before nodding to the screen.]

If any of you need any help for however long this lasts, the Investigation Team will be going around helping to tame any berserk Shadows that manifest. You'll be able to tell us apart from others because we don't have problems seeing through it for one reason or another.... usually special glasses.

[lol whut? ...For some reason, it looks like he's serious. He grows even more serious after this last pause and he filters the feed to his team and the others who know the power of Persona.]

( Filtered to Persona Users + People from their worlds )
This is going to bring back a lot of memories...

[ It's been kind of a rough day for Yukiko, but she's managed to put on a smile for the camera. Thankfully the terminal was easy enough for her to figure out, so here she is with as proper of a look as she can manage with a strange collar around her neck. The yellow liquid matches well with the colors on her uniform surprisingly enough, standing out against the black of her hair. ]

Um hello? [ Even if she has put on a strong facade, her meek demeanor slips out with a shaky start. ] I was told that looking for people was easier through this network, so I hope this message reaches the right people.

[ Erk! ] Even if not, I'd be happy to talk with anyone! Please. [ Admittedly, it's a lot to take in and by this point in the day, she's starting to feel more overwhelmed than anything. ]

My name is Yukiko Amagi and I'm a student from Yasogami High School. Is there anyone who's familiar with that here? [ Spoken with as much formality as can be expected from a newcomer. ]

If not, maybe you've heard of some of my friends? Chie Satonaka, Yosuke Hanamaru, Kanji Tatsumi--[ Maybe she shouldn't list the ones that are troublemakers first. ]--er, maybe Yu Narukami? I thank you for your time and I hope that this message wasn't too much trouble for you.

Hey.  Probably heard there's a gym here now.  Don't think anybody should go there.  Went and checked it out, weights've got no numbers on them, most're way heavier than they should be.  Machines aren't safe.  Track's probably okay.  Even if you got a spotter, wouldn't be using the weights.  People get killed using weights that're too heavy all the time, these ones're even worse since you can't tell the weight.  Might even change while you're holding it or something, knowing this place.

Ignore. ♥