[The video clicks on, showing a clearly worn out Jade Strider, with a small handful of bleeding scratches and some burn marks on her face, and for once completely lacking her "cool kid" composure. She's breathing heavily and obviously panicked, but compared to John Lalonde it looks like she got off easy-- in the background he can be seen leaning over some pile of debris near two chairs, his face reduced to a bloody and battered mess from an explosion. Both of them seem to have an extra collar on under their colored collars, linked by chains to a strange box on the ceiling of the Library.
When she started talking, it was hurried and rushed, and she sounded like she was about to cry.]

H-Hey-- the fucking bomb just-- blew the fuck up in John's f-face and there's metal and shit in his face and it's all fucked up and we ne--!

[Her sentence was cut short with the sound of a "snap," the chain suddenly retracting on both ends, violently pulling John away from the bomb's remains and Jade away from the computer terminal.

Given the way both of their bodies were now hanging limply from the ceiling, that "snap" wasn't just the sound of the mechanisms.

After a minute or so of that image, someone enters the screen. She looks similar to a popular movie icon, if anyone into horror movies are watching, but just a little more terrifying. She smiles, waving a wooden hand at the camera, before switching the feed off.]

i see the network is working properly again!
good, good. that makes this easier.
i want to play a game, my fellow tower mates.
do you think you can survive any better than these two?
it's a shame they couldn't follow the rules, isn't it?
hee hee hee.
i hope you all are ready.
oh, before i go, if anyone needs candy there's plenty to be found in the library!
i'm sure they won't be needing it.
:)

[ After Sertoria's noticed something's wrong with the coffee maker and weird behavior, especially Allen's transformation, she knew she had to inform others before people were hurt. So, here we are. She looks to be focused, but there's vague hints of worry in her eyes. ]

Attention, everyone. Please listen to what I have to say.

If you go into the cafeteria or anywhere where there is food being served, please do not drink or eat anything as I am certain it has been tampered with in some way. I tried to identify what, if any, poisonous substances could be laced in the drinks itself and my database was unable to find a source.

I also am to believe that this substance can transform others, either be by a monster or something else. Please exert caution when approaching them.

I do not know if this is the administration's doing or one of our own. If anyone out there has any information, it would b appreciated. I can show what I have seen as proof, too.

Be safe when this is happening. Thank you for your time.

Text A;

( cut for courier )

Action B;
[A short boy in a rather dark outfit can be found wandering around the dormitory levels. It seems that he doesn't want to stray too far and chance getting lost or losing terminal access in case somebody answers his questions. He's clearly looking for something, pausing at every nook and cranny and looking behind every terminal he passes. Fortunately, he refrains from trying to barge into anybody's room. The search for his loving daughter salamander hasn't gotten quite that desperate yet.]

[Won't it be sad when he finally realizes she isn't here?]

[Feel free to bother him, it's not like he has anything that's actually important to do right now.]

So... Let me get this straight. [ Someone sounds grumpy and tired and there's a definite hint of an accent. ] We've been rescued by a group of kind-hearted assholes from Gamma-Beta-Three-A that felt we've just gotta wear collars to match our winning personalities, right? Or am I missing something from the care package left behind in the room?

[ There's a pause filled in with the familiar sound of someone lighting up a cigarette. ]

And I thought this sort of thing only happened in bad movies...

Hey! Anyone around?

[When Kakine woke up and received his letter, the situation struck him as an annoying change of pace, but at this point, not very surprising. His first thought was to go looking for a place to connect to the network, and the terminals were easy for him to find. Business as usual...]

Well, this is a pain in the ass. So, is this a bullshit plot by Academy City's higher ups, another prank courtesy of Asgard's supposed gods, or what?

[He's deadpan and dead serious. It has to be one of those things.]

☄☉☽~~❄*?

[After a few moments, there is another, correct text!]

sorry about that!
i am still getting used to this device
and it seems I got it stuck on the wrong

character set, is what it is called, i believe?

is that the correct way to say it? i am not sure

at any rate, greetings to everyone
i would prefer it had not come at the cost of
my world being destroyed, though
but perhaps it was for the best
considering what was about to happen

it is not like i can return anyway

on a less depressing note i was unaware that
oatmeal was supposed to taste this way!
it is very interesting!
i like it very much!!!

[ooc: Sola was actually saying something with the symbols - feel free to hover over them for a translation! If you can speak starfish, feel free to reply to it. :D]

 Well well well, isn't this interesting?

[Asakim Dowin appears on screen, actually smiling. Oh he was angry, downright furious at being taken away from his journey to find what he sought. But otherwise, he seemed relatively calm, if not happy. Appearances were deceiving...]

I suppose I would expect to see a certain person here, but this type of setting is impossible for the likes of Vindel to come up with on his own. The note has been read, and I must ask if this is really some hoax or not? I mean I know my world's done for.

[Considering the Einst and Beowulf destroyed it.]

But something nags at me, wondering at the possibility of other worlds existing. An interesting idea, and would make more sense. Otherwise, I must be talking to myself.

At any rate, hello fellow strangers. My name is Asakim Dowin, a survivor of hell's nightmare. I don't suppose anyone here knows a thing or two about robots, do they? I need some assistance in fixing up a certain toy of mine.

[If you're in room 2 - 10 then you are perfectly free to bother him. He's already woken up and gotten acquainted with one roommate of his and now he's not doing a whole lot. It's a good time to introduce yourself, if you want.]
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[Network Post]

so.
id really just like to know who the actual fuck has enough power to remove somebody from am sburb session.
like im not an expert on sburb or anything.
but that shit seems like it should be impossible.
and way to go dipshits but the earth was already destroyed.
and youre not the one who did that.
so there we go ive caught you in your fucking lie.
but its whatever.
ill go along with it for now.
i mean youve clearly got the most sugoi of fashion senses.
white spandex.
yellow collar.
i just feel so goddamn beautiful in it you have no idea.
k but seriously im pissed off.
i go from one shitty situation to the next.
when the hell does a bro get a break.
apparently the answer to that is never.
fuck me i need a beer.
where can i find a beer.
please tell me this place has fucking booze.

also dave.
you here.
because if youre not.


im wrecking their shit.

Specifically for the occupants of 2-10
<sub>[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?

The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?

After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]</sub>

...Who are you people.



Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?