I know I haven't been up and around much lately but now that it's October (again), I suppose a bit of Halloween celebration is in order. Now, since our captors have been kind enough to provide a surplus of pumpkins, would anyone like to join me in carving some Jack-o'-lanterns?

[Francisca's in the library and looking increasingly concerned as she speaks at the terminal, bookcases rattling behind her.]

What's going on?! An earthquake??

Everyone please head for open space, quic-

[A particularly hard shake sends the bookcases falling and Francisca looks behind her too late as one comes crashing down, letting out a shout as it falls right on her, sending her head knocking hard across the terminal, a smear of blood coating the camera as she falls unconscious under the desk. The bookcase is barely held up by the terminal, its contents falling in a pile over the woman, and the screen flickers from the weight.

Another crash, another bookcase, the computer is destroyed and the feed with it.]

[The screen pops on, and the video feed shows Eiji sitting at the computer. Ankh's in the background, either pacing around, or just kicking it against a shelf, waiting for Eiji to do whatever dumb thing he's come here to do. He doesn't get why he had to come along...]

Greetings, everyone - my name is Hino Eiji. Back there--[He pauses to turn and find Ankh, then motions at him.]--is my friend, Ankh. In the last several days, it's come to my attention that a number of you have been victim to harassment by him, for which I would like to apologize - he's a fellow from a rather underdeveloped place, and he had a rather terrible upbringing which has resulted in his bad behavior--"

And now, Ankh cuts in - "What the hell are you telling them, idiot?!"

[Francisca's voice is hoarse from having spent the past few hours going around the tower hollering for Shou. The added static doesn't help.]

Shou-[crackle] Where are yo- [crackleffffffz-]

I'm scared they might have taken yo- [crackle] - or worse.

[Static increases to the point you can't hear her voice until it suddenly stops, leaving her last message clear, quietly spoken as it is.]

Please tell me you're safe.

Judging from the network and recent activities, there seems to be a bit of an upset, hm? At least it's better than nothing happening...if things happen then questions can be answered- granted there might be a whole lot more asked but still.

I hope everyone's alright?

As for ah- us Nations? Just- how many of us are here and how many of us are-- different than what you remember?

[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?

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