There are people missing. Why hasen't anyone bothered looking for them?

Remember the last time a large group of people went missing? Did anyone even look for us? Stop treating it so casually!


If you know anyone who's missing, leave their name here. I'm going to go try and find them.

[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.]

[A very pissed off Latina girl, wearing the catsuit provided to her, is gracing your screen for the first time! Have I mentioned she's not very happy with the current situation?]

Look, I don't know whose bright idea it was to kidnap me, but you grabbed the wrong girl. [she waves one hand around] I am from Lima Heights Adjacent, you know what goes on there? It's not pretty. So you best be lettin' me go.

Also this collar has gotta go. I appreciate kinky sex games as much as the next girl, but kidnapping is not the way to go. I'm totally not playing out your stupid fantasies. [she sits back and crosses her arms] You could have just asked.

Oh and one last thing, [she holds up the note] Was this like terrorists or did Berry just talk about herself too much? This is like the worst practical joke in the history of jokes. Can I go home now?

[The camera turns on to a red-haired girl dressed all in white. Chidori's in the midst of putting some of her hair up with the two small (and hopefully fake) swords in her hands, motions swift and practiced. Precise. She stares down the camera of the computer, her face an impressive blank, and settles her hands elegantly in her lap as she finishes with her hair. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and practically as impassive as her expression.]

To my... mysterious benefactor.

[There's a shift in her expression, subtle but nearly palpable, and her golden eyes narrow slightly.]

If you saved me, and you did not save them, then believe me, no one will save you.

[Her expression returns to full neutrality then, and she seems to hesitate before speaking again.]

Minato, Jin, Ken. If you are here, I am in 1-19.

Don't keep me waiting.

[That is as much as she apparently deems fit to say, and she doesn't hesitate again before turning the camera off.]

[A regal, young, composed face looks into the device, frowning. She seems to be in the middle of shifting the view, because it keeps going in and out. She doesn't seem to notice the device is on. New arrival and what, she probably doesn't know that you guys are able to watch her.]

What is this strange device...

I think I know whose fault this menu is.

Hello.

My name is Minato. Some of us may have already met, but I'd like to clarify a few things, just in case. Please bear with me, I know this might be a lot to read, but all of it is very important. If you don't want to read the long version, then you can skip past here.

The first thing is that Rose-san and I are currently working on compiling information to put together a sort of "go-to" guide for the Tower itself that can be accessed by anyone, new and old, so that they won't need to worry about constantly explaining things, or anyone always asking questions. If at all possible, I'd like to know about everyone's worlds, themselves, and anything that might stand out about your world since we've noticed that quite a few doubles of the same people exist here, but from different versions of the same place. Of course, you don't have to share if you don't feel like it, that would also be fine.

( NOT an IC cut, cut for tl;dr Moenato info dump. )


In short: I'd like to ask everyone about their worlds and their experiences in the Tower prior to July 12th, even though I know it's already been done once or twice, and I would like to mention that my Evoker isn't a gun; it's for summoning, and it's harmless.

If you have any questions regarding what I've mentioned, I wouldn't mind answering them--I can also demonstrate if you'd like. I'm in the Library. Likewise, I would like to hear everyone who would be willing to talk to me on any of the topics I mentioned. I would appreciate it very much. Thank you.

[ ooc: feel free to respond in text, video, or voice, but I'd like to make a note that he's using the 'default' Courier black without bolding for the text in his post, I've simply not coded it due to the length of this post to make it smaller. o/ ]

[Text]
LOOKS LIKE I'M FUCKING BACK TO SQUARE ONE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS, BUT I'M GLAD TO BE BACK HERE. AT LEAST HERE SOME OF YOU FUCKASSES ARE STILL ALIVE.

--

[Video]
[He woke up to an empty room earlier, so the first thing he did was meander his ass down to the library terminal. Forever attached to the computer. He flicks on the video, looking like he'd been emotionally assaulted by a truck. Living for weeks in a place where all of your friends are dead will do that to you.

Despite the obvious red stains on his cheeks, he tries to keep his usual ornery face on.]

The Veil is a fucking ghost rock, guys. Someone please tell me I wasn't the only one sent back to their world like this? This is like the epitome of epic mindfuck torture.

 Since a number of my associates and familiars seem to have arrived as of late, I am going to take this time to preemptively save us from the task of repeating ourselves as to where everyone is and why certain people/trolls do not remember certain events numerous times. I suppose anyone new can appreciate and make use of this, as well.

( not an ic cut, cut for long winded lalonde descriptions )

If you are ever in need of assistance, please ask for Rose Lalonde. If you have any further questions on something I have not covered, you are welcome to ask here.

[ first comes a short text post, the words almost sharp and definitely typed fast and with a clear intention of wanting answers now. ]

okay.
i'm going to admit that "let's all be happy here" kind of goes beyond the definition of weird and slams head-on into creepy.
can someone give me a quick rundown on that?
because, yeah.
i'm really creeped out.

[ and then it switches to the image of a young boy with black hair and bright blue eyes, looking for all the world like he's just found a new toy that's gone and decided to bite him in the nose. and yet, at the same time there's an underlying eagerness. NEW PLACES, NEW THINGS, NEW PEOPLE. COME INTO HIS ARMS, LET HIM INSPECT YOU... ]

Is this more time stuff? Because, well, to be honest I'm kind of getting sick of the time stuff.

D --> What is the meaning of this
D --> I'm not sure what my e%pectations were of the afterlife
D --> But this is abso100t fiddl

[there's a lengthy pause, then the video feed clicks on. It's another one of those trolls, and this one appears to be in peak physical condition.

he's also sweating so profusely it's making his skin glisten, and in one hand he's holding half the keyboard. the other half is currently not in view.

once he opens his mouth, it becomes obvious he's missing some teeth.]

I demand information pertaining to the nature of my current location and, if known, the location of any other trolls currently sharing my predicament.

[He passes a hand over his forehead, brushing off moisture. When he looks back at the camera, his expression softens slightly.]

Nepeta, if you're here... my deepest apologies.

[The video turns on at first to show a kid that...well, he looks a lot like Dave Strider, except not. No shades, lighter skin, lighter hair, purple eyes...hell, he looks just as much like Rose Lalonde. He looks angry, unamused, and very, very tired. With a very new side dose of slight surprise at realizing the video had already begun recording.]

Ugh, I knew that I should have just gone with text...

[Said quietly, mostly to himself. More like a more erudite, non-Texan Dave. With an echo? Huh. Must just be the mic. Yeah, sure. He cuts the feed, shortly followed by this message.]


( Cut for purple pretentious prickish courier! )

[ there is some fumbling and strange video angles as Castiel tries to work out the computer as he's seen Sam do it, but in the end he just uses his Grace to make it work for him. ]

This is very unsettling.

[ And he says no more. Someone might want to prompt him to speak up? ]