}↠ It has come to my attention the presence of certain, shall we call them unexpected elements
}↠ Native from my world
}↠ That one would have thought impossible to be found in here
}↠ Is this to be a common occurrance at all

[No, he doesn't mean the Grand Highblood. Someone had a run in with an imperial drone and died, because he's too stupid to run. So he's caught between having died a horrific death, and being just bemused in general. He's in the library if you want to pester him in person, quietly growling at the terminals because the one time he decides to use the network, it's being uncooperative.]

Recently it's been boring. Like, I'm so glad all the creepy stuff is gone and over with but I still miss normal city life or at least going to see family now and again.

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Would anyone like a make-over? There's a few who are kind of in desperate need of it. [CoughcoughVietnamcoughcough.] But I'd sure love to be able to primp someone up nicely.

[It has been a little while now, since things cooled down after everything that had happened. Charles' head didn't feel like it was going to cave in from everything he'd had to feel and hear in his mind anymore, which was a plus, but it didn't mean he wasn't working said mind into a migraine trying to think of anything or way to prevent the experiments from happening again.

He figured that it couldn't hurt to try and talk to them again. Them being the ones who brought them here. Who did those things to everyone.]

Dax, I believe it was? I would like to speak with you again, if I could. Or if you're busy, then I wouldn't mind someone else. I think you mentioned a Jason? Either way, I would like a word with someone.

[Charles will try to not seem like he's trying to pick a fight. As he isn't. He just wants answers. And maybe, just maybe, he can try again to peek into their minds.]

Erik, if you're also not busy. I would like to speak with you as well, please.

[He hasn't been able to keep track of him at all. He can no longer feel Erik in the Tower, but he's going to assume it's that helmet, before he worries something else has happened. No response to this and he'll worry.]

The next person to suggest we eat ice cream for an entire month and have it passed through by the staff will be royally flipped off the handle into a never ending abyss of pain and despair and horrible blackness.

That is all.

[A few moments later, there is an addition.]

Also, has anyone seen Dave Strider as of late? I don't believe he is in his room, but his things are still present.

[He's been fiddling around with the computer since his arrival, but not really tried sending out a video with it. More just figuring out what it does in general, the basic directions given for it does help greatly.

But he's noticed a few changes he wished to speak about, if not to the ones who'd brought them here. They may not reply back to him, but it wouldn't hurt to try to communicate with them. As much as people told him it wasn't worth the effort.]

I've notice some things have changed around here... seemingly while we slept. Quick work I have to say. [He'd love to know how they'd done it, but that's a whole other thing for another time.]

I'd like to thank you for making the tower more accessible to those in my situation, it will make being here much easier in the long run. If there is a long run to be had. I noticed an elevator as well, but I've yet to try it.

... I would like to speak with you if I could, if not in person over these computers. People here want more than the note you've given us. You must know this. If you've saved us as you say then why not show yourselves? Why not speak with us and let us thank you properly. [He feels this is futile, but NOT trying would be worse.]

Hiding and giving us nothing to go on besides that our worlds are destroyed... it's not enough. You say you saved our lives, but what proof is there if you can't give us any? [And he'll stare tight lipped at the computer screen, not sure what else to say. He could go in circles all day so he'll sigh and turn the feed off.]

[This entry starts as text. Do forgive his typing, his hands are much too large for the keyboard.]

greetings fellow tower reisdents, my name is Fawkes. I am posting this to let sometihing be known - i am a meta-human, though where i come from, they are colloquially known as "super-mutants", and whoile most are known for being savages and violent, i am quite civil.

[Here, the entry switches to video. Fawkes moves away from the computer a fair bit due to his size. His voice is rather loud, too.]

I also am making this because my appearance is quite alarming to many of you. I have not met any others from the Capital Wasteland where I come from, so I thought it prudent to give everyone a fair chance to know that while I am a bit...scary to look at, I will not hurt you.