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.

*There is a man in a butterfly mask staring into the camera and smiling. It feels like he could stare into your soul, but while it's slightly unnerving, it's also comforting. He seems friendly enough, anyway.*

I can assure any others that are here that the destruction of an entire universe through artificial means before its time is close to impossible. Do not fear. We will find a way to return all of us home.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Philemon, a spirit who dwells between the conscious and subconscious mind. It is a pleasure to meet all of you.

Alright, whoever's in charge, listen up.

I don't know who the hell you think you're are, but I'm not gonna sit quietly and be another test subject for a bunch of assholes who think they "saved" me. I don't need saving; and I sure as hell ain't gonna put up with your shit if you make me stick around.

[Jin reached for something behind the computer, obscuring the view, before returning to look at the computer. He pulled out a pack of matches, took one out, struck it and lit something behind the computer, putting it out when he returned to view again.]

I hope you all rot in hell.

[He got up, backed away from the computer, and there was the sound of an explosion for a split second before the video feed cut out.]

(ooc: feel free to respond in action or over the network; if you want over voice, text or video, he can just go to another computer.)

[The camera turns on and someone who may or may not be a very familiar fourteen year old shows up on the screen. She looks very serious, her facial expression carefully blank but judging by the way she's worrying at the hem of her jacket, she's very concerned. The world truly couldn't have ended.... right?]

Sanada-senpai? Junpei? Are you guys here? Takeba? Yamagishi? Kirijo-senpai?

Ai-chan? Did anyone else from Gekkoukan make it here? [She pauses a second before speaking up in a slightly tenser voice:] Miss Yoshino? Are you here, too? [Because the last she saw of her was in the hospital and despite things she was strong enough to make it, right?]

[Minami pauses for a moment, reaching out to hit post for the video, but she stops, draws her hand back, and manages to put on a cheery face.]

Um, for anyone else here, my name's Minami Arisato, Freshman at Gekkoukan High School in Japan! I'm on the Track team and enjoy photography! It's nice to meet you all and I hope, whatever's going on here, we can all get along!

[There. A good first impression is always how to get off on the right foot? It isn't like she isn't used to having to make these and, well, hopefully what the letter said isn't true. Nyx.... Nyx couldn't have ended the world that quickly, right? It's only been a few days since the Hanged Man was defeated, since Ikutsuki.]

[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.

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[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.

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.]

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