...I don't understand this at all. Not one bit.

Are we supposed to feel sorry for this girl Ruana? Be her friend? She sounds like a confused child. If they did the same kinds of things to her that they're doing to us, she deserves at least some sympathy.

At the same time, though, if she's happy to go along with what they're doing, and it isn't an act, then I can't exactly be sympathetic.

...I will say that I'm glad that the translation mechanisms are working again, however. That's such a relief.

[All this language nonsense is severely lacking in Korean. Let's fix that.]

So, I have heard several languages being spoken here recently, but I can't understand anything so far... Not even what I recognize as Japanese or English! I don't know how such a thing is possible, but it seems obvious now that I'm not the only one experiencing this!

[Yeah, there was something about translators, but that shouldn't mess around with being able to understand your native tongue... right?]

Is there anybody at all out there who can understand me right now? Many people here speak an impressive number of languages! Yes, it's truly impressive...! Actually, I am truly ashamed of my own lack of foresight right now. If I had studied more than only English, I would have been prepared for just this kind of situation!! From now on, I'll make sure to devote time to learning any language I can in this Tower!

I will start by asking that anybody who can understand me teach me anything else they know!

[Yeah, he seems pretty pleased with that idea. He repeats the message again in Vietnamese, albeit a little paraphrased. And for those who don't understand him... He holds up a paper and a pencil so they're clearly visible on camera. He taps the pencil against the paper to signify that he is totally ready for pictionary if he needs to be. This can only end in awful misinterpretations all around.]

[ The video shows Homura at a library terminal. Her ring is visibly on her finger as she runs her hands through her hair, purposefully displaying it in hopes of attracting the attention of fellow Puella Magi. Then she sets her hand down again. ]

My name is Homura A-- [ She stops, remembering Moemura is here. She doesn't want to shock her with that information. ] --- Homura... I would like to speak to anyone who may be experienced with or presently in possession of firearms. I am in need of assistance regarding the subject matter. I am also curious to know if anyone may assist me in obtaining certain chemicals and 'parts' that I need for 'something'. I thank you for your cooperation.

[ She bows her head and shifts her gaze to a small object she has set by the terminal. Her last remaining Grief Seed. ]

I am aware that someone here may have the ability to "purify" soiled objects. If you are such a person and at all willing, I would like to request a face to face conversation with you regarding a matter of concern for myself and a select few others. [ On the note of those others...

Homura tries not to let her expression falter, but it's difficult. She's very worried as she goes on, though successfully masks her concern. ]

Madoka-san, Sayaka-san, Kyoko-san. If you hear this, please respond. And if you would be so kind, allow me to see your soul gem. A lot has happened and we must keep them clean in order to be effective in this environment.

[When the feed opens, there seems to be one Haruhi Suzumiya, thinking about several things. They're mostly... important things. Mostly meaning that only half of this post will be relevant to anything a normal person considers 'important'.]

Whenever people hunt for food, the food choices tend to be quite unusual. However, that shouldn't be too much of a problem.

[Hopefully. Unless they suddenly find some sort of alien food that nobody knows how to cook.]

Anyway, who here knows how to cook? We should share recipes and other things... And if anyone finds some sort of unusual type of meat or food - especially something extraterrestrial, just tell me. I'll deal with it somehow.

After all, as the brigade chief of the all-important SOS Brigade, I have to deal with these sorts of things!

[But wait, there's more!]

Speaking of the SOS Brigade... I'm thinking about putting up a branch here. If our worlds are truly destroyed, then the SOS Brigade has to be revived. Not only will it be revived, but it will be bigger and better than ever!

If you're interested in the brigade, just leave a message. I'll also answer any questions you may have. Just don't leave any idiotic messages, or else I'll give you a penalty.

Over!

Anyone who knows the name 'Puella Magi' as something very, uh.

...Near and dear to them...

I need to talk to you. All soon like. Room 1-05, whenever all of you have time. It's important, and don't bring any pals.

And oh, hey, late word to my roomies. Gonna have to kick you all out for a bit, maybe an hour? ...ehhh, let's just play it by ear.



...and all you smartasses that know latin can be quiet before you even say anything!

 [The feed turns on to the face of someone possibly familiar.]

Ahh, it is working? I was afraid this worked differently than the one I'm used to. 

[She folds her hands in her lap, but awkwardly--because her left hand keeps twitching uncontrollably. If you study her for longer than a few seconds, you'll notice it's for a reason. Her entire left arm, as well as the left half of her face is horribly scarred, with a lightning-like pattern on the skin itself. Her left eye is partially closed, and overall the left side of her seems awkward.]

My name is Madoka Kaname. If anyone here is familiar with a place called the Facility, please contact me.  [she pauses, looking a bit unsure.]

I guess...maybe it's good it was destroyed, if our worlds are all really gone, now. I hope everyone was able to get out safely, and those who weren't...

[A longer pause.]

They're in a better place, now.