Attention participants of The Holy Grail War

I know not everyone has a mailbox set up as they're quite recent, so to ensure everyone receives it, I've put together this survey. If you already have it in your mailbox, you can ignore this, or choose to reply here, it doesn't matter. In addition if you would rather write it down and give it to myself (Waver Velvet) or Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne), or slip it into either of our mailboxes, that works too. My room number is 1-16 and Lancer's is 4-16.



Please fill this out to the best of your ability. If there is anything you would truly prefer not to state or do not know, there is no worry, but the survey is for the benefit of us all, and therefore it would be best if you were forthcoming. We do not mean these questions to be invasive in any way and have taken great pains in ensuring such. Should you wish to give more detail than what is asked, please do, anything would be greatly appreciated.
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Hey... I have a favor to ask. I need help from both of you.

Shinji is here. I know you two may not think very highly of him... but could you please keep an eye on him for me?

[Currently on the network is one woman with a scarred face and long pink hair. And boy does she ever look annoyed.]

Stupid thing...is it working?

[She stepped back, blue eyes narrowing before a bright smile broke out across her face.]



Hah--! This is quite the development! Can anyone hear me, or am I merely recording my words alone here? [The implications of being entirely on her own didn't seem to bother Rider one bit.]

'Your world was destroyed'...So, some kind of system crash? This must be where deleted data gets shoved off to, right? Doesn't look like any part of the Moon Cell I've seen yet, though...

[The woman shrugged and shook her head, crossing her arms.]

If anyone's hearing this, call me Rider. If not, I suppose I'll make this my new logbook.

[For the most part, Lancer had been avoiding the comms. He knew where to find his friends and Master in person. The language barrier wasn't that much of a problem because both he and Ayaka spoke Japanese, and most of the other Servants should be speaking it too unless they had been caught up in the language switching.]

[However, right now, there was something he really wanted to ask the tower at large. That is, something besides whether or not he could still communicate with his fellow Servants. That morning, he had found a stack of papers in his room. Papers that told him he was now a janitor. He's not quite sure what it means.]

[So now he's standing at a console, papers in hand. He also has a pen which he snatched from one of his roommates, just in case he ran into someone who didn't speak the same languages that he did. He speaks in English first, as slowly and clearly as he can.]

Hey, my name is Lancer. How many of you can still understand me? How many of my kind can still understand me? If you understand what I am saying, contact me back, maybe with video. I have a question I want to ask.

[He repeats the words in Japanese, and then Gaelic on the off-chance that someone can speak that.]