1. What the hell is up with that one new floor?

2. You troll people, no one cares about that blood color thing here and there are more than one of some of you so it's really stupid to post entries like OH MY BLOOD IS A BIT MORE PURPLE THAN YOURS OH YOU ARE TYPING WITH THE WRONG COLOR over and over.

3. Maybe we should make a movie or something to give to new people so we don't have to keep telling everyone.

4. Did anyone else fill out some weird survey without wanting to?

5. Can we go back to that new floor thing, because WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE BLOOD AND THE SCREAMING.

[The screen flickers on to show a rather beaten up and nervous redhead stares into the screen. He looks pretty timid to begin with but coupled with the fact that the majority of his face is covered in bruises and band-aids only make him look even more so. Unsure what to say at first he just stares at the screen before he picks up the letter and holds it up.]

I...I'm not sure if anyone is...even there but is this really true?

[He looks like he is trying to keep calm as he reads it over again and he feels his heart sink. This had to be a joke, no way was this true...it was a illusion made up by Spade. Even still that means he needs to leave here even more so...Tsuna needs his help and he needs to help his family.]

I need to get out of here...this has to be a joke...

[Tugging at his blue collar he lets out a sigh as he rubs his neck and looks to the ground.]

I hope this is a joke...




[ooc: I hope I'm doing this right...]

[He's been fiddling around with the computer since his arrival, but not really tried sending out a video with it. More just figuring out what it does in general, the basic directions given for it does help greatly.

But he's noticed a few changes he wished to speak about, if not to the ones who'd brought them here. They may not reply back to him, but it wouldn't hurt to try to communicate with them. As much as people told him it wasn't worth the effort.]

I've notice some things have changed around here... seemingly while we slept. Quick work I have to say. [He'd love to know how they'd done it, but that's a whole other thing for another time.]

I'd like to thank you for making the tower more accessible to those in my situation, it will make being here much easier in the long run. If there is a long run to be had. I noticed an elevator as well, but I've yet to try it.

... I would like to speak with you if I could, if not in person over these computers. People here want more than the note you've given us. You must know this. If you've saved us as you say then why not show yourselves? Why not speak with us and let us thank you properly. [He feels this is futile, but NOT trying would be worse.]

Hiding and giving us nothing to go on besides that our worlds are destroyed... it's not enough. You say you saved our lives, but what proof is there if you can't give us any? [And he'll stare tight lipped at the computer screen, not sure what else to say. He could go in circles all day so he'll sigh and turn the feed off.]