[The feed switches on and shows Gajeel crumbling up the letter that he received on arrival and tossing it away. He's none too happy after being taken away from his home and being dumped in this place, wherever the hell it is.]

I don't know who the hell these people are that brought me here, but do they really expect me to believe that shit about my world being destroyed? [They didn't even try to explain any details about how it was destroyed, not that he'd believe them even if they did.]

Anyone want to tell me what the hell is really going on here? And are there any other Fairy Tail mages around? I can’t be the only one here.

[There's an audible chime, like a cheery voicemail tone, from every terminal simultaneously, before text appears on the screen.]

Good afternoon, Tower of Animus. My name is The Observer. I've got a special message for you today, direct from one of our beloved administrators. Please read, listen to, and memorize this message, and reproduce it wherever you can!

( Cut for long but very important message. )

Wasn't that a special little message? Now, copy it down in your notes so you don't forget it! No matter whom you're allied with, be it Pandora, Ganondorf, your friends from home, or just yourself! There will be a test on this.

And the first section of the test is this - I want you to place at least one copy of this message somewhere in the tower. No points for hiding it! It has to be visible to everyone! In a few days I'll tell you all how you did, and I'll repeat this message for you lazy people who didn't see or hear this today.

That's all for now!

- The Observer

[All characters with mailboxes will find a copy of the message in their mail as of this evening.]

( OPEN YOUR EYES )

[OOC: Signups for the MASS COLLAR BOYCOTT are here and run until the day prior til your next characters collar check.]

 [Hey folks, a familiar face from months ago appears on screen, though he looks...less than pleased. In fact, he is quite angry, and doesn't wait long before finally speaking. And by speaking, he shouts everything.]

Alright, I wanna who the hell threw me out of here and into a dead friggin facility! Do you have any idea how much I got lost on that rust bucket!?

Anyway, what the hell happened while I was away? And is there any good food this month? If there ain't, I'll just kill a shark or something and eat that.

[He would do it too..]

Also, who the hell took my magazines!? I want those things back right now!

[So Nesir has been avoiding people for the most part, annoyed at the grief for Dax, angry at the fact her soul was trapped, but she's also going crazy with nerves about her part in the infiltration in a few days and she has a question she's been thinking about since she met Kuwabara.

She doesn't even have to pretend to look pale and worried]

Hello, my name do be Nesir Aeser and I do be having something to talk about. I do be aware that there do many people from many worlds here and we all do be different and having different strengths and weaknesses. But lately I did be coming across a worrying weakness and was wondering how many people did be sharing it.

Apparently there do be people who can no be fighting women. I do no be knowing if this do be some kind of curse, or just something in a different world that do be a problem. But I am sure I do no be needing to explain how people with this weakness are going to be in more danger than the rest of us, considering everything..

[As in: Ruana is a woman, Nesir actually doesn't care about most people, and is just interested in this concept, but it should be enough to worry others.] I do no be knowing if there would be a way to lift the curse, but I do be offering my help to anyone with similar problems who do be wanting to be overcoming this.

[ Nothing will be able to distress Kyouko, and for her world being destroyed? She was reluctant to believe it, however was it much better, from living within a death school?! One thing that bothered her was the collar wrapped around her neck, and what purpose it served.

It wasn't soon before long that she had found any means of communication, to find out where this place was, and what she could do about it. As the video turned on, stoic expression would be met, alongside a pale-skinned detective.

Her expression did not change, only trying her own patience and ready to speak. ]

I have questions to ask to those who happen to be watching.

[ Now she waits. ]

 I trust everyone has recovered from their illness. In any event, I wanted to propose an idea I I share, one that originated back in the facility:

An educational system, or a school if you will. While there are lessons on fighting by others and training your body, I believe there needs to be a system to help balance the mind, and hopefully, make those not comfortable with each other slowly ease into that state. It is a flawed idea to be sure, but nothing in any world is perfect. Not even the tower moderators.

For those that wish to join, you can find me in the library or the kitchen most often, or simply reply here. Classes aren't mandatory, but are recommended. After all, there are many children here being deprived of some education.

[Would you rather have death on the mind, kids?]

And, to those I attacked while I was hallucinating under the effects of the disease: I am sorry.

Hey, what the hell is goin' on? Suddenly, I can't understand people anymore and everyone's speakin' different languages and stuff. I thought we were able ta understand each other, but now it's kinda annoying.

Oi, Urameshi ya still alive out there?

Fujisaki-chan, you ain't hurt or anythin' right? I dunno what's goin' on but I can only understand Japanese. I ain't too good with English, but I can try. If ya need someone ta kick some monster ass, you can call me here.

Names, Kuwabara Kazuma.

I'm still adjustin' to this place an' all but this miscommunication shit is probably one of the things they do here right?

[ Because Kuwabara likes to talk a lot. He's getting used to the whole using a computer to speak with people. Eventually, he'll turn off the computer because there isn't much he could do except complain and kick some monster ass. ]

A fine place this is.

I'd say I'm used to it, but honestly, the barracks I used to sleep in were still less of a hellhole even in wartime. Who has been here the longest? I have some questions for you.

Those who have been here a shorter time may answer as well, if you know the answers.

What sort of place is this? I am sure we have all received the same letter, but I can't help find it slightly odd.

How many people are in this place currently, and how many working on civilian defense are there?

And finally, is anyone here a doctor?

...

[...There's a crackle and some period of silence before the sound of someone's throat being cleared could be heard.]

...Is there someone who can give a general physical training around here?