[ Someone who hasn't been around in a few months is back! On the consoles is a very confused princess whose looking more distressed by something other than being here. Amalia has no idea she's been gone as long as she has been. ]

Can someone please tell me what's going on? I went to 2-19 and I was told that it's not my room. I don't understand, did we get new assignments this week?

Um, good morning.

[ She gives the screen a tentative smile, but it's hard for her to get used to these terminals. It wasn't at all like talking to a real person. ]

There seem to be a lot of people who are new, so I wanted to say that if anyone would like something grown, I can help -- I'd like to help. I know we have the forest and the meadow levels but sometimes it's nice to have a bit of greenery in other places too, right?

Also, if anyone's wanted something different to eat since I know there's been a lot of pumpkins in the cafeteria lately!

[ She seems to gain a bit of confidence. ]

Oh, and my name is Amalia! I'll do my best to grow what you need!

Alright guys, let's try and keep this short, alright? I'm friggin starving.

Got knocked out after the whole shadow shit, damn good nap, and stuff probably went down, some good stuff too. So are the shadows gone? Everyone done crying? And did I miss some torture the assholes were doing? I'd rather know right now than later. 

Also, we get anyone new? Anymore guys from the facility? Doubt it, but hey, I know how assholes like these guys can be. Just wanna know.

[Hey,  here's someone the tower probably hasn't seen in a long time!]

 I understand a lot has happened. At the very least, I assume the shadows are gone.

Considering the circumstances, I realize that there might be those who desire more filling meals, yet not be able to cook effectively. I'll be going on a hunt and try to provide some, but I encourage no one eats too much. [And this was coming from assassin pig.] Just to be safe and conserve food. Human beings can survive alone on water for quite some time anyway.

I also wish to know who creates weapons here. Ever since the incident with the "space whale" or however you refer to it, I was able to get my hands on materials from the monsters that swarmed. [And after dealing with the shadow, he needed new, better gear.]

That is all.

[Filtered to Ryoji (AU), Kirika (AU), and Homura (OU)]

I wish to thank you all for your aid back with the shadow. Without it, I may have not only died, but failed to realize the flaws within myself.

[Filtered to Elena (OU)]

I have something that belongs to you. You might be interested in getting back I assume?

[Oh hey, look, it's Sakuma! That's someone you don't see on the network often since he always seems to be busy hiding from people. As it is, he seems a little hesitant to speak--]

Does anyone here know how to make weapons? Since what I'm thinking of isn't that conventional. It's just... I'm tired of not beng able to do anything here in regards to fighting and I might as well play with my strengths. If it isn't possible to make something new, I'm willing to learn something else. My aim is pretty good.

[He pauses slightly.]

Also, I don't really have anything to offer in return. Sorry.

[Unless anyone is willing to learn how to play soccer, that is.

It seems like he's not finished though because he sits there for a bit longer as he fiddles around with the fliter options]

[Filtered away from Kidou.]

By the way, if any of you know Kidou Yuuto, his birthday is coming up and I was thinking of doing something for him. Maybe not a party-- [Because let's admit it, Sakuma would probably throw a really shitty one.]--but maybe a gathering in the media room and we can watch movies and hang out. So if you know him, or just want to join, drop by the media room on the evening of the 5th.

Genda, can you help me make some snacks? Fudou, you're coming too.

[When Bernkastel's voice comes on, it sounds slightly cracked and laced with faint anger.]

As many times as I may have brutally died in the past, I submit my vote for this being the most ridiculous and stupidly painful. I genuinely thought I had grown used to it. Apparently not. [A snort of laughter. She actually doesn't sound amused, for once.] The sleep paralysis contributes to the level of annoyance. 

You know who you are, boy. Whenever I find you, I'm going to rip you apart piece by piece with my bare hands.

[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!

[ Amalia stands in front of the video screen with her hands clasped in front of her. ]

Um, hello. This message is for the people in charge of the Tower.

I wanted to thank you for fixing all the floors back to the way they were and for even giving us new ones, and for returning our trunks. I know the things inside of them mean a lot to the people here.

I didn't know if anyone had taken the time to let you know that what you did was appreciated.

[ a brief pause ]

So, thank you.

[It's about time she tried this thing out, so here she is sitting in the library.]

Heya! Thought I'd make a broadcast and here it is! This is the United States of America speaking. Crazy I know, I bet you're all like, "Oh shit, she's so awesome!" Don't worry if you can't handle how great I am, that's totally natural and everything.

[SHE CLAPS her hands together once and rubs them together in apparent anticipation.] Now that I'm here, these Tower dudes really have it comin'. See, I'm gonna get you guys outta here. Don't know how, where or when, but I promise! [slams a fist into her palm with a firm nod, determination glittering in her eyes.]

Between now and whenever the hell that is, let's get to know each other! You got that part about me being America, which is totally like... the best part, and also that I'm fuckin' awesome. Yeah that's right, I'm the U.S. of A. Comin' right atcha from...

[she looks around]

Uh. This library. [A pout. Which immediately disappears, because she's back to smiling again.]

Whatev, whatev. [Who could ever tell she's looking for information? Really looking, actually. It's a ruse.

... It's a ruse, and she really is showing everyone how fabulous she is. And don't you forget it.]

Peace out homies, and stay frosty!~ [she points at the screen and mock-shoots it with her finger, and with a wink from Amelia, the broadcast ends.]

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!

[A text appears on the network.]

How many people...actually died during this attack?

[Feferi's been careful to look nice for the camera this time, or as nice as she can look here. Her hair's brushed out, so it's not unruly, she's set her goggles off her head and is wearing them like a headband, her jewelry is on straight and looks shiny, and she's found lipstick so her lips are just the right shade.

But despite all that, she looks pretty upset and pretty nervous. Something's got her shaken up.]

Um, hi. It's Feferi. I have a question, after this...rude...conchversation...

...I know I look...different. But I don't look like a monster, do I? I never thought I did. I always thought I looked, whale, pretty. Not like I was full of myself or anyfin! But everyone should feel pretty, you know?

I mean, I know I don't look the same as a human gill looks, but I didn't think I looked like a monster. Not till now. If I look like that to anemoneone, I apologize. I'm reely not a monster.

...I also think that stuff that he's talking about is absolutely disgusting. I don't know where anyone would get such a sick idea. It kind of makes me want to throw up...

Greetings, everyone. I am Sertoria Cani and I would like to follow up with April's post on the network.

If there is anyone else who would like to join in on a training session I will be holding, then I will hold them on the floors available. Additionally, if you would like to hold your own training sessions following that event, then you are able to hold your own.

I look forward to seeing others there.

[April looks a lot more happier than she did the last time she made a post on the network, though instead she just seems very hesitant about something. And people may notice that she has a Bullfairy being held in her arms for some reason...]

Ah, um... I-I'm just wondering if anyone would be willing to give me combat lessons, m-mainly with sword fighting or just hand-to-hand combat. I promise I will pay you back in some way and... I, um, a-appreciate any help...

[She glances away for a moment, awkwardly clearing her throat, before she remembers something.]

O-oh, and Amalia, I'm still up for giving you those tech lessons if you still want them. And if anyone else would want tech lessons, I would be glad to help. Or, um, if you want any tech made, I can help with that too... Well, when the workshop is repaired.

[There's a slightly pause after that, almost as if she was gonna say something else, but she seems to change her mind.]

[ Seemingly quite distressed despite everything said and done, a weary Haldir appears after several days of pure silence on his part. While many seem quite grateful and thankful for the feast, Haldir seems utterly aloof about it. Many probably would assume he's just being his usual "self" but those who do know him could probably sense his melancholic state. ]

They give us a feast to celebrate, yet I see no reason why we should. Had those fools acted sooner, we could've avoided such needless destruction.

[ He grumbles. ]

Perhaps there's no reason to lament so, yet still...

[ Unsure what to say, Haldir gives up and tries to set his bad mood aside. ]

Tell me, friends, is all well? Alucard, Legolas? I have not heard from many since the travesty first unfolded.

[ A soft sigh escapes him. ]

I must know, what sort of fate has befallen upon The White Wizard? He is another I have not heard from in some days now. The same goes for so many others who I'm certain attempted to be valiant in the face of death.

[April looks both tired and not very happy, and she seems to be suffering from sort of headache, judging by how she's rubbing her forehead with a grimace.]

Apparently portable communication devices are a thing that's impossible to make here. If you can somehow put together the materials to make something simple, making a wireless connection between them is impossible, even with use of powers. I tried and now my head hates me for it.

[A sigh as she rubs her eyes.]

So yeah, to the people who I told this about and stuff, sorry but it's not gonna happen. And on a related note, if anyone wants any sort of tech made, I'll probably be able to help out. So long as it isn't a portable communications device or something like that.

I know a lot of you have noticed the unconscious people... so I'm not going to talk about that right now. Though it is worrying, and if anyone has any information about why it's happened, please tell me.

[It's obvious the boy isn't in highest spirits. He looks completely drained, and he's not even bothering to fake a smile. There's also a pause before he speaks up again, his voice a bit quiet and he's not looking at the screen anymore. It's as if he's scared to speak...] This message wasn't for the purpose of discussing the unconscious though...


It's been a few days, but I'm still bothered and I'm sure a lot of you are still upset too... So I would like to apologize for... bringing up what I brought up during the recent meeting. I feel as though the purpose of that meeting was a bit ruined and derailed and it's my fault.... so... [He steps back from the screen and bows deeply.]

I'm sorry.

[Since Elian is teaching French to one, he decides why not teach anyone that's willing to learn. Without the use of his abilities, it's better to give knowledge than horde it.

A large pile of books sit behind him. It looks like he's already building his curriculum.]

Greetings. My name is Elian Zigmarl. Sorry for bothering everyone, but I'm holding language lessons for anyone that is interested in the library.

[When the feed turns on, the face of a teenaged girl shows up! The short-haired blonde, violet-eyed girl might seem familiar to some of you. In a vast contrast to her fierce arrival, she seems a bit... nervous?]

Ah, bonjour... my name is Ruler, and I have been here for a little over a week now. It may seem forward, but I... have a request.

[Whatever it is seems to be bothering her, because she hesitates for a few moments before she speaks up again. She sounds almost timid now.]

Are there any residents here with... teaching experience? N-Not training, I am quite capable in that area! I mean...

[Ugh, she has to just spit it out.] I require... reading lessons. Writing, too, if that is possible...

[And now she's just. Steeling herself! Ugh, being illiterate in this day and age must be so horrible...]

[There’s nothing but a boring background for a few minutes, then whiskers pop in from the side. A cat moves his face into the screen and starts walking over the keyboard.]

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[He plops down right in the middle and watches letters running across the screen. His head moves in the same direction. The letters aren’t stopping. He pokes at the growing line with his paw, meowing.]

BNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN