[ 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? ]

I'm pleased our hosts have seen fit to provide more entertainment for us. However, this is not quite what I'm accustomed to. And I would like to continue training. It would be a shame to lose any prowess in battle, after all, provided that it will be needed eventually.

Would anyone care to spar with me sometime? 

As interesting as watching the network has been, I suppose it's time to let everyone know I'm still around, hmm?

[Alas, whatever has been sending people away has yet to rid the tower of the ever cheerful scientist. The background of his feed is clearly the infirmary, though why would he be down there-- oh well.]

Now, now, what was the harm in letting them chat with such a polite young man? He was only answering a few questions.

[Lloyd is, of course, referring to the sudden end to one certain little response on the network. Yes, he was tracking it! What else is there for him to do but stalk everyone's conversations?]

I wonder. Maybe they're protecting him from us... or is it the other way around?

Also! Now's as good as chance as any to ask how romping around through those new floors went for you all. I can't say I was bothered to go and investigate on my own~.

[Certainly not with a tower full of curious guinea pigs to do that for him.]

This is a message for our captors, but anyone else is free to listen. I'm not that bothered, really. It's our hosts I need to speak with, but everyone here is involved so you may as well hear this,

[He pauses, and his normally amiable smile vanishes. Those who know him well will be able to see the cold, slow burning anger on his face.]

So this is how you do things. You take us from our homes--you claim you rescued us. You lie. I know you're lying. Rescuers--heroes, do not lock up the ones they help. They do not imprison them. They do not lock them in a tower of horrors. Why? I understand that you could have reason for taking some of us. Horrible, awful reasons, but there is one thing I cannot excuse.

The involvement of children.

You've taken children away from their homes, families, friends, lives. You've gone and placed them here, in a dangerous place, with no one who can protect them.

And then. And then. [His voice gets louder] And then you make them disappear! Adults too. Where have you taken them? What happened? You can tell me now, or I can find out for myself.

Because I will find out. I always find out. I always know and I always remember. I never forget. Ever. One day, I will find out and remember and know and you will not enjoy it. I am beginning to get angry, very angry. You have no idea what you've brought down upon yourselves. You have no idea how much you should fear the day I know and remember. I don't know what will happen that day. All I know is that it will come.

And you will be wishing it hadn't. Everyone will know. People will tell stories. Stories of a Doctor who saved everyone and of those unlucky enough to face his anger. By then, you'll be just a story. A memory. There will be nothing left but that. You will just be another in the long line I've left behind.

Return those you've taken and don't --do not even think about taking anyone else. Don't even think about it. For every person you take and then disregard--

[He stops and breathes, calming himself a little. His next words are quiet, but still firm]

...I am The Doctor, and you ought to quit while you're ahead. For your own sake.

[He pauses]

Now, if anyone is hurt or needs anything, anything at all, I will do everything in my power to help and protect them. Do not hesitate to ask for my assistance. I promise that until I get us out of here, I will do my very best to help each and every one of you.

[He seems a bit distracted as he settles down, seemingly confused. Then, with a startled sound he begins to mess with his hair. A series of muttered curses in French color his preening as he tries to plaster down stray hairs that do not exist, staring rather blankly after putting his hands down as if observing something. Hushed:] I look like a recluse! Mon dieu!

[Leans forward, more determined than ever. He goes from trying to plaster them down to brushing them down for more volume, letting that prized hair cascade like a boss. He finally leans back ten minutes later, seemingly quite pleased. Yes. You guessed correctly; he used the camera as an impromptu mirror, not quite understanding that it was broadcasting. Of course he's not quick to leave. He did just spend around 15 minutes fussing over his hair and getting up too quickly would 'disturb' it.]

guys

guys

ppl r missing

n we got more food


DO U THINK WE R EATING PPL?

[She fumbles with a piece of paper and sighs]

If anyone sees the following people, would they let me know?

Prussia, Sweden, Lillet, Fletcher, Oichi, Dawn...Homura?

They appear to be missing. If you've any information, let me know?

[tiny smile] Also sorry to be late Maman, but happy birthday. Ah--

On a lighter note all around, they've had the things for pancakes in the kitchen since the first so I'll be there later. I know you'll be there America...both of you. So I'll make a ton.

Merci everyone in advance and I hope you're all well.

Screw this tower. Screw this shitty job. Where the hell are you, Veneziano? Every-fucking-one else is here, so why aren't you?!

God damn it, fratellino!!!

[You can't see it, but this is about the point he drops his tear-streaked face onto the keyboard. If it wasn't clear, he's been crying.]

nbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbgtrfvbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

[And there's the accidental forehead-smash text that came from that and hitting the enter key. He hasn't noticed it yet...]

WHO WANTS 2 B A SUPERHERO??????

NO ADULTS!!!!

[She's nervously twisting the end of a braid as she looks into the camera, adjusting her beret one more time before she speaks]

Hello everyone, I was just hoping I could get your attention for just a moment. Sorry for bothering everyone, not that we have much to do here right? [Sheepish smile] I'm trying to come up with a tally on how many different universes we've come from. I know say, I come from a different one than the Netherlands or Germany here.

I know not everyone comes from the planet we call Earth or from the same one. Molly is a mutant, Um...Basilisk --Sorry if I got your name wrong-- is also one from a different world. Nations I know as female are represented as male. If you don't call Earth home, could you tell me the name of the world or country you are from? If you're a nation could you give me the genders of those you know in your world?

Um, Trolls, are you all from the same universe? None of you is the wrong gender or...blood color? Right?

Oh and nations, could I get a role-call as well with that? I've met many of you but I think we lost a few and it'd really help to know who is here...How...did we lose people anyways? Has anyone seen Fletcher?

[Oh right babbling] A-Anyways, I'm Canada for those I haven't met--Nepeta gave me the name Madlin Wiliam for you trolls...if that's easier? [giggles a bit, she thought it was cute] Either way, it's not urgent, it's more curiosity right now, but do we have anything better to do?

[the video starts and you see Kanaya, a girl with gray skin, yellow eyes, and candy corn colored horns, don't be alarmed, that's what she's supposed to look like]

[her voice is clear]

Greetings. I appreciate that you have gone out of your way to rescue myself and, as I've seen, Tavros. Although I must point out that your efforts come a tad late, our world was destroyed quite some time ago, the fault being none but our own. I must question why only the two of us have been chosen, there are ten more, many of higher blood and higher importance than the two of us.

I must also point out that my collar seems to be the wrong color. My blood is jade green, not the yellow you have provided to me, I would like the mistake to be fixed at your convenience.

_{[There is a very irritated man on the screen. At least, if you can go by the eyebrows and his eyes alone, seeing as his lower face is hidden by a mask. He's still shrugging a little, settling the odd red-lined black coat on his shoulders and yanking it to jerk out the wrinkles. It's a rather tense few minutes until he speaks up, low, dark and threatening in some vague way.]}

While I am quite pleased that I'm not dead, this... place is not much better. I did not approve of my clothing being taken, nor did I approve of this collar. Do you quite understand how badly this throws the line of my coat off?

_{[As if to make his point, he tugs the collar of the garment once more.]}

Now, I would like some answers. Should they fail to be forthcoming, there will be rather dire... consequences.

_{[A strange winged eyeball forms in his hand, a fuse at the top smoking and ready to light at any time.]}

[The person who appears on screen has a definitely masculine build and voice, but her speaking patterns and mannerisms are very female. Either way, she doesn't seem particularly pleased.]

You know~ whoever it is who's "saved" us all and locked us up here? It's not very polite to make us wait an entire week for answers to our questions. I mean, you can't exactly blame us for being impatient, can you?

For example, I'd like to know what this collar is and whether I should use that candy you were so kind to pack for me. If you don't mind~?

Video
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Shoutarou is making an annoyed face at the camera.

"Y'know, I'm aware it's rude to ask this, but...just how many of you strange nation-people are here? I swear I can't go anywhere without tripping over a couple."

[Good morning, fellow abductees of the Tower. There is a cheerfully smiling man in a lab coat on the terminal feed now and there's nothing you can do about it! Well, okay, you could just walk away, but where's the fun in that? He gives the screen a little wave.]

Hello, hello! Done poking around our strange new prison yet? No? I guess you won't be through with that for awhile. Still, I failed to introduce myself before everyone set off!

[He had more important things to do than talk to all the little lost boys and girls, but now he doesn't!]

I am Lloyd Asplund, an engineer in the employ of the Britannian Empire. That's really all there is to that. Now on to something more fascinating! Our collars! [He taps his own, an orange one.] I did find myself a few tools, but it was all for naught! These have no obvious means of coming off. No seams, no screws, nothing. Makes you wonder how they managed to get them on in the first place, hmm? I suppose if we got our hands on a welding torch, that might be somewhat more effective, but you might not enjoy the process.

[because lol fire.]

They appear to be quite durable, as well, so you may be better off not trying anything drastic to break them. You'll just end up hurting yourselves~.

Ignore. ♥