...I take it everyone has waken up from our state of sleep?

[Hei doesn't look too bad, if maybe a bit tired still. It was clear, he had just woke up.]

If anyone has news regarding that, or anything new within the tower, I wish to be notified.

And regarding those that know of the facility or Val, I propose we come together to discuss matters. There appear to be...differences between most of us, and we should all get our facts straight if we are stuck here for the time being.

That is all.

Miss Lina was right! There is a big white spider! It ate me! But I'm back now! Everyone has to be very careful though because being eaten by spiders isn't very nice!

[He doesn't look to worse for wear though and he smiles.]

The first meeting for all the people littler than fourteen is going to be this afternoon, in room 3-01! Anyone little enough is welcome to come!

I would advise against using the network, but given the circumstances there are no other options.

[ Have a Gandalf appearing on the screen- He looks dead serious, yet somehow calm. Anyone paying attention could notice he looks quite tired as well. ]

I need to know what happened in this tower before my arrival- From the first day people were ‘saved’. If there are people who could give me any relevant information, this would be highly appreciated.

I’m most interested in a child who has been mentioned a couple of time yesterday, I believe his name was Zo. From what little I have read, I assume something terrible must have happened.

( Text filtered to Zelda, Xion and Fi )

Since you all seem to be so eager to talk to me, and I have some free time, I'll open the floor for questions.

I've got a few questions if anyone's willing to answer them considering the circumstances. Call it professional curiosity if you'd like a reason.

How long has everyone been here?

How much does anyone know about what happened to the universe?

Is there anyone who's taken charge other than those involved with the Tower itself?

[Switch off the labyrinth and check the network proper on any one of the terminals, and you shall be greeted by the stern, stoic face of one Princess of Hyrule. She looks somewhat tired, like she hasn't had a good night's sleep, but even so, there is a tranquil sort of absolute fury in her eyes.]

Is it possible to access the locked elevator without the clear- or red-collared workers' "assistance"?

[When the video feed first comes up, it's silent, and also not quite centred. Grell speaks for a moment, before realizing her microphone is muted, and depresses the button to correct the problem. There's an exaggerated look of disgust on her face; it's been nearly twenty-four hours since she woke up, alone, in her room, and it's taken her this long to figure out how to get a mass message out. She probably could have asked for help, but hey. She's stubborn.

Settling back into her seat, she waves briefly, without much energy, to the camera. The only thing that has gone "right," today, is finding her own clothes, in the trunk by the foot of her bed. She pulls her braided hair forward over her shoulder, before she speaks.]

I know some of you must think this letter is having a big laugh at your expense, right?

[Grell holds up her own, and then smacks it lightly back down on the counter.]

That's fine. Think whatever you like, and we'll see who's really laughing, won't we? In the meantime, I'm looking for someone. His name is Ronald Knox. Overly cheerful, with really unfortunate hair? He's got a ridiculous toy he's rather fond of. It looks like this.

[She flips the sheet of paper over, and holds up a terrible drawing of a lawn mower.]

We worked together. I have every reason to believe the both of us took a page from Ophelia's book, and drowned, during our last assignment. He was my responsibility. If any of you have seen him, do let me know. I'll be in the first floor dormitories.

[Hello, Animus. Today you have a man in stiff posture standing in front of the terminal.]

Hello. My name is Major John Perry, former Administrator of Roanoke Colony. Sorry, I don't have a uniform with me, so no fancy costume for you to laugh at.

[He grins a bit, and seems to relax a little.]

I haven't been here as long as many of you seem to have been, but in the interest of both knowing who's here and learning more about each other's worlds, I've made up a little survey for those who are interested in sharing some information. Don't worry, it's not too long or too painful, I promise. I hate forms just as much as you probably do.

And if anyone wants any of my answers to these questions, just ask.

( Form. )

[Romeo appears on screen smiling, he is good at using the computers now and he pauses just a moment to make sure everything's switched on before he starts speaking.] This is a message for all the kids of the tower! There's quite a lot of us now and even though almost all the adults here are kind and nice and wont hurt us... [With obvious exceptions, Grand Highblood and Ghirahim even though he is sometimes nice...] The tower is still not a very nice place.

The Bad people are really really powerful and not even the adults can fight them, not even the adults who are really strong and powerful and have magic can fight them! So it can be a bit dangerous to be alone. So I think we should make a brotherhood! [A pause] A brother and sisterhood!

We would have meetings and a leader and all promise to look after each other. We can also do fun things as well! Just because the Bad People brought us here doesn't mean we can't have any fun!

[Another pause as he thinks some more] Lots of people have different ideas about what age kids are, but for our brother and sisterhood I think if you are fourteen or littler you can join!

We can meet in one of the bedrooms that no one lives in! But first I wanted to tell everyone to see who wanted to join!

[There's a man looking in his early thirties with an expression caught between amused and distressed as he sits at the terminal.]

Earth is destroyed, huh? I know there's plenty of species who would love to. That letter wasn't really informative. Was it the Conclave? Or someone who tried to go rogue from them? No, that doesn't make sense... Gao's got them on a short leash.

If you're telling me my home was destroyed, you couldn't even tell me who did it?

[His amused expression falters.]

Unless this is some kind of torture setup, in which case I'm talking to no one who cares, I guess.

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[ooc: Time shenanigans! Eridan has been splitting off into several dozen doomed selves who are now running around the tower getting killed, and will probably descend on this entry en masse. Which is gonna get very confusing, very frustrating, very soon. Have fun?]

[Dawn's voice, when she speaks, sounds rather strained]

Um, guys?
Willow, Xander, anyone?
I think I need help.

[The video switches on and... All anyone can see is a hand trying desperately to hit keys on the keyboard. And then, an annoyed little grunt is heard and the hand disappears, seemingly giving up.

And then, the terminal starts rocking. Lightly at first, and then violently enough that the desk the keyboard was in and the monitor go toppling onto the floor. By some odd miracle, they still actually function.

Now that it's down on the floor, the video shows Stein looking rather pissed off, and kind of like she was playing Twister without a mat. The awkward positioning of her legs and left arm is held in place by some glowing white strings stitched between her hand and feet, and the floor. Weird.]

I'm in the library. I need something sharp.

...Please.

[There's a video feed showing a very unsettled Lina. And she obviously does not like being unsettled like this, and it's a few moments before she can speak.]

...what...what the hell was all that? What kind of sick, twisted place have I been brought to?