[The video screen turns on to a familiar, if still somewhat dented copper face, grinning brightly into the screen. He then steps off to the side, and sharply tugs another, slightly taller figure in, trying to position him directly in front of the screen]

C'mon, Spine! Ya gotta do it! Say hello ta everyone!

[Said slightly taller figure may just have an exasperated look on his face.]

Rabbit, I don't think--

[Oh. The feed is already active. Well, that's just... great. The Spine adjusts his tie and gives the screen his best 'no really all according to plan' smile.]

Ah... Hello! [Does he sound like he still thinks this is a bad idea? Yes. Yes he does.] My name is The Spine. Rabbit why're we doin' this.


[Because you gotta, that's why. Older brother says so. He just keeps grinning, knowing full well that The Spine would have to go along with it now that he was in front of the camera.]

An' i-if any of ya di-di-didn't know, I'm Rabbit!

[Wait there was more to this. Rabbit just kept going, ignoring his brothers discomfort]

An' for your entertainment t-t-t-t-today, I'm g-gonna ma-make the both of us disappear!

[All right, so this wasn't so bad so far, although Spine still didn't think it was wise.

...Wait, what.]

And, uh, just how do you plan on doin' that, Rabbit?

[He has a bad, bad feeling about this.]


[Rabbit leans in, resting one hand on The Spine's front, and the other on his shoulder]

A ma-magician ne-never reveals their se-secrets, Spine. But if ya really mu-must know...

[He glances around conspiratorially... Before slowly reaching up... And yanking off both hat and wig, shooting down the hall with a victorious whoop]

[You're getting an odd look, buddy. Whatever you're planning, he's ready for it.

Or... not.]

What the--RABBIT! Get back here, you--

[He makes a grab for Rabbit's collar. Too slow. The feed gets a glimpse of an irritated profile. Then there's a blur of silver-and-black (was that an elbow?) and the receding sound of heavy footsteps gaining speed.]


[And woe upon anyone else in the Dormitory areas. All of them. Because there are now two stampeding robots charging up and down the hall, Rabbit occsionally trying to lose The Spine. He will eventually stop, sneaking up to another terminal, wig and hat still firmly in hand]

O-one heckuva ma-magic trick, huh?

[[OOC: The Spine
Rabbit]]

[A severe young woman is sitting stiffly at her network point, clutching a frilly umbrella across her chest, partly as a weapon and partly to hide some of the uniform she'd woken up in. ]

Ahem. I'd be most grateful if someone could inform me where in this tower I could find some more decent clothing than those issued to us.

[Her lips thin at even having to mention the unacceptable items of clothing.]

I'm afraid I'm quite new, so I don't know where to even begin.

For reference, 'decent' means tops that button up to the neck and skirts that are at least ankle length. Thank you.

[With that little message complete she turns off the feed]

[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.