[[The boy showing up on the screen looked...well. Crestfallen to say the least. He pulled his orange headband down a little before finally addressing the screen.]]

I...I'm sorry everyone. [[What's this kid apologizing for?]] We failed. We let the aliens win... [[It was clearly hard to admit, he was visibly trembling.]]

I...there's no excuse. I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry. [[His fists finally pounded on the console. He was so frustrated, so disappointed in himself. After a moment he sighed, relaxing as best he could. His hands slipped from the console, and he put on a smile.]]

So...who all is here? Mom? Any of my team? How about any other soccer players? Please ah...speak up! I want to know who was saved...

[The feed turns on to a young boy, sitting with his feet up on the desk in front of the terminal. He's leaning back in his chair, and his attention is away from the camera, at the knife he was spinning on his pointer finger.]

Hey, is the food here always so flowery? I had to eat peasant slop because it was the only thing appealing on the menu... there should be some steak here.... Ah! Sushi.

They should have sushi here, though it won't be any good if it isn't made by that Yamamoto guy... oh well, sushi is sushi, I suppose. It's far better than that disgusting... oh what do they call it.... warm cereal? Or was it oats in a meal? Hmm...

Well, whatever.

[He finally turns his attention to the feed, with a big grin on his face.]

My name is Belphegor~ Though please, ca--- [Before he can finish his sentence, the knife he had lost interest in fell off his finger onto the ground, making a slightly loud clank.]

Oh.

[He leans over his chair to stare at it.]

It fell.

[He stares at it for a few more seconds before stretching, and he places his arms behind his head, no longer interested in the knife on the floor.]

Anyway, call me Bel! I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, everyone.

By the way, what's with this metal thing around my neck? It won't come off, no matter how much I cut away at it!

It's not right to treat a Prince like a dog, you know. You could be beheaded for such an act!

[Suddenly, he leans forward very close to the screen with a very serious expression.]

Or worse.

[His mouth spreads into that big, sadistic grin again.]

Ushishishi~!

[Then the feed cuts there.]

 [Hey folks, a familiar face from months ago appears on screen, though he looks...less than pleased. In fact, he is quite angry, and doesn't wait long before finally speaking. And by speaking, he shouts everything.]

Alright, I wanna who the hell threw me out of here and into a dead friggin facility! Do you have any idea how much I got lost on that rust bucket!?

Anyway, what the hell happened while I was away? And is there any good food this month? If there ain't, I'll just kill a shark or something and eat that.

[He would do it too..]

Also, who the hell took my magazines!? I want those things back right now!

[ You can see the young girl fidgeting as she tries to figure out what to with this thing on the screen. When she doesn't see any reaction, she almost peers a little too closely before ducking back.

Oh, wow, what is this thing? It looks kind of like a computer, not that she has access to one back home on a regular basis. ]

H-hello? Is anyone there? My name is Madoka Kaname and I've just arrived at the "Tower", is it? And... ah... I don't really know what's going on. Is it true that our worlds have been destroyed so we were saved?

I'm really glad that I got to live, but... [ She's thinking off to her parents and friends now. ]

If anyone knows anything about Mami Tomoe, Sayaka Miki, Hitomi Shizuki, and Homura Akemi, please talk to me immediately...! I'd really like to know where they are if possible? Oh, and... what are the chances of someone being brought here later?

[The network is happily greeted by the face of a young man with surprisingly golden hair staring into the screen. It's hard to guess what he's feeling right now, seeing as how he was given the news that his world was destroyed. However, that didn't seem to phase him much, so he's not as shocked as others might be. He's relieved to know that some of his possessions came with him, but...

Enough contemplation, he finally begins to speak up.]

A shame, isn't it? That our worlds are gone? It's nothing that I would have expected in the first place, seeing as it's a bit hard to believe. However, I'll have to put my trust into it that my world is actually gone. Needless to say, I'll be missing my partners over there- unless some of them were brought here, as well. If you've ever heard of a Guido Mista, or Trish Una, please contact me.

...ah, I suppose I should introduce myself in the meantime. My name is Giorno Giovanna, and I greet all of you who were taken to this "Tower". Hopefully time will tell if I enjoy this place, or not. The atmosphere is...undesirable, however. But I'm sure some of you might have gathered that much in time.

...also, if anyone is kind enough to show me around, I would be grateful to you. I need to learn about as much of this place as I can before I can truly adventure and claim certain parts as safe. Also, a bit off the subject, but have any of you heard of what a "Stand" is? If you have, then let me know. I have some...things I'll be needing of you.

[A rather severe looking man in a black turtleneck addresses the network, oddly calm for someone who has just found out that his world was destroyed. He's a bit battered, having spent only a few moments on dressing and a hasty cleanup before heading for the nearest network terminal. There's quite a bit of dust in his hair, along with bruises and faint smears of what might be blood on his face and neck.]

My name is Howard Link. If there are any members of the Black Order present, please state your status and location. Anyone familiar with the facility, I would request your status as well. [Because last he checked? The station was pretty broken. Or well on it's way there, at least, and if he was pulled to this place? Well, there have to be others here.

He hesitates for a second or two before speaking again, glancing down briefly at something near the floor.]

... If there is anyone here familiar with the construction or repair of mechanical prosthetic limbs, please contact me at your earliest convenience.