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[ A young blonde is at a terminal in the dorms, typing away furiously. Her hair is drenched through from the ever constant rain and sitting beside her is what appears to be your stereotypical grey extraterrestrial. Child-sized and looking about curiously, the grey is a passive counterpoint to America's livid demeanor. ]

Hey, just what the hell is going on around here? One minute I'm making plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the next I'm waking up in the Twilight Zone. It's raining. INDOORS! And it looks like I somehow ended up in someone's worst (or best?) latex fetish dreams. My clothes are nowhere to be found, my jacket is gone, this is definitely not my bedroom and not my house, and, ha, oh yeah, apparently the world ended.

Seriously. This joke isn't funny. Somebody please tell me this is just the sad results of one of England's stupid experiments gone wrong and everything will be back to normal if I click my heels and say "there's no place like home". This can't really be happening. It's not possible.

Legend League! Where you at?

Roll calls aside, need some help/advice/whatever the hell. Anyone have a clue what floor it is where power fizzing starts? It's total bullshit that it goes all the way up to that atrium right under the apartment floors. Forewarned is forearmed and all that.

Oh, and if there are any monster nests or something I should keep the hell away from. Walking into the beehive is not what I had planned for my week, thanks.

I want to write on the network saying mad stuff to GRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[Guess who has just discovered the terminals exist?]

[The microphone turns on and there is a silence for a while, just the crackling. Finally Suzaku speaks, his voice is small.]

Lloyds gone hasn't he? [And he hadn't even noticed, hadn't realised how much time had passed since he last saw the scientist because of all the visions and voices and...]

Maybe... Maybe we need to work out who is still here, and who disapeared when we all... [When they all turned on each other, when their minds were taken over, so close to Geass that Suzaku was terrified of the power that was ruling this tower.]

Suzaku Kururugi still here.

Lloyd Asplond is presumed missing.

[well, at least he's managed to work out computers. Now it's time for a public service announcement. A very short, aggressive one.]

This claim that our worlds are gone: it is false. Were my country and its people destroyed, the Will of Heaven would not have allowed me to live. Why is such a lie propagated to all, when it is the cause of so much grief and suffering?

[Milagro's on screen, in uniform, trying to look as cool as she can. Only there are cuts all over her face, some just scratches, others digging deep into the skin. It hurts like hell to smile, but she manages anyway. They go down her neck too, but her uniform covers the rest of her body, so how cut up she is under that is a mystery. Only the area around her eyes has been spared, kudos to her mask, which is for now off.]

The floor with nothing on it. Don't fly off of it. It's stupid.

[And then with no more about that, she moves onto the next thing]


My name's Milagro Reyes. Seeing as I have no idea what sector this is, and no other green lanterns are responding to my call, I'll be serving as the Green Lantern for this place until we get the hell out of here. I speak English, Spanish, and I can whip up a translator with my ring if I have to.

I'm here to be your friend. And bust us all out of here. Let me know if you need anything.

Oh, and some information would be cool too. Jumping straight into things didn't work out so hot.

[More images of tattooed hands, the same as in his last post. He's still working on that "positioning himself in focus" thing.]

I've no desire to use this technology any more than I have to. It's only more magic by another name. But I have a question, and it needs to be asked.

[He finally moves himself properly into focus, leaning over the terminal.]

I've seen complaints about victims of the tower who share their names, but this is different. Has the tower been known to alter memories? If one man remembers one path of events, and his friend another, could that be the doing of the demons and mages who control this place?

I cannot be the only one so afflicted. Tell me. Does this place change a person before they even arrive?

1. What the hell is up with that one new floor?

2. You troll people, no one cares about that blood color thing here and there are more than one of some of you so it's really stupid to post entries like OH MY BLOOD IS A BIT MORE PURPLE THAN YOURS OH YOU ARE TYPING WITH THE WRONG COLOR over and over.

3. Maybe we should make a movie or something to give to new people so we don't have to keep telling everyone.

4. Did anyone else fill out some weird survey without wanting to?

5. Can we go back to that new floor thing, because WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE BLOOD AND THE SCREAMING.

[The terminal comes on to video of tattooed hands flickering over it and then a form in spiky armor pacing irritably in front of it.]

Two weeks and I have found no exit. Only stairs, magic, and demons. Or creatures that might as well be.

[He stops pacing and finally leans over the computer to bring his face into focus. From his voice, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that he looks distinctly displeased.]

So I resort to this "technology."

Who knows how to remove these collars?

I think I know whose fault this menu is.

Hello.

My name is Minato. Some of us may have already met, but I'd like to clarify a few things, just in case. Please bear with me, I know this might be a lot to read, but all of it is very important. If you don't want to read the long version, then you can skip past here.

The first thing is that Rose-san and I are currently working on compiling information to put together a sort of "go-to" guide for the Tower itself that can be accessed by anyone, new and old, so that they won't need to worry about constantly explaining things, or anyone always asking questions. If at all possible, I'd like to know about everyone's worlds, themselves, and anything that might stand out about your world since we've noticed that quite a few doubles of the same people exist here, but from different versions of the same place. Of course, you don't have to share if you don't feel like it, that would also be fine.

( NOT an IC cut, cut for tl;dr Moenato info dump. )


In short: I'd like to ask everyone about their worlds and their experiences in the Tower prior to July 12th, even though I know it's already been done once or twice, and I would like to mention that my Evoker isn't a gun; it's for summoning, and it's harmless.

If you have any questions regarding what I've mentioned, I wouldn't mind answering them--I can also demonstrate if you'd like. I'm in the Library. Likewise, I would like to hear everyone who would be willing to talk to me on any of the topics I mentioned. I would appreciate it very much. Thank you.

[ ooc: feel free to respond in text, video, or voice, but I'd like to make a note that he's using the 'default' Courier black without bolding for the text in his post, I've simply not coded it due to the length of this post to make it smaller. o/ ]

[America is looking bright and cheerful! Those who've seen him around, he hasn't really been that way recently, so this may be a good change! Or maybe you know him from home and are groaning right now.]

Okay, so yeah, you can go back to your places sometimes, and it looks like everything's kind of in pieces and... Stuff. [vague gesture]

But! That doesn't mean it can't be fixed! We just have to figure out what they're doing and... Do it backwards. You know, everyone from different times and stuff? So they have to have a time machine! [He makes flying gesture with his hand through space which is obviously meant to represent a time machine moving through time. Obviously.] And we should steal it, right, and then we go back before the world is destroyed and fix it!

We just have to figure out where they're keeping the time machine.

[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.