[So tower, you're now being treated to bursts of Merrill and Fenris arguing-- it's staticky, of course, but they are definitely arguing! Over what? Well, how to use text.]

--"technology." No doubt their name for blood--[Static.]--tell you again if I must, it--[More static.]--watching to be certain no demons emerge from the glass.

I don't think--[Static.] magic, Fenris. There doesn't--[Static.]--magical about this. If a demon--[Static.]--fight it like we--[Static.]--do.

[Eventually the arguing dies out and words begin to appear on the screen instead of a voice file playing all of their bickering.]

hello/
oh, i got it to work fenris1 ;)
i'm not sure how to get these symbols to work, though. ;(
the words look a little odd without them there properly.
anyway... i thought i should ask.
has anyone else recieved a note saying something about a group/
i have one that says i am supposed to be in group c.

[Canada looks visibly upset but she smiles anyways]

Once again I'm requesting if anyone has found someone who has gone missing or has heard of someone going missing, I would like to know.

We're missing Denmark, Estonia, Prussia, Sweden, Fletcher, Homura, Lillet...[She drops her head to read off her list again] Dawn...Nepeta. Belarus...If you know of anyone else, let me know. I'll add them to the list. O-Oh--um.

Also um. America is missing. She's a little taller than me with short blonde hair and she tends to wear shorts...Her trunk is empty. If you see her, let me know.

As interesting as watching the network has been, I suppose it's time to let everyone know I'm still around, hmm?

[Alas, whatever has been sending people away has yet to rid the tower of the ever cheerful scientist. The background of his feed is clearly the infirmary, though why would he be down there-- oh well.]

Now, now, what was the harm in letting them chat with such a polite young man? He was only answering a few questions.

[Lloyd is, of course, referring to the sudden end to one certain little response on the network. Yes, he was tracking it! What else is there for him to do but stalk everyone's conversations?]

I wonder. Maybe they're protecting him from us... or is it the other way around?

Also! Now's as good as chance as any to ask how romping around through those new floors went for you all. I can't say I was bothered to go and investigate on my own~.

[Certainly not with a tower full of curious guinea pigs to do that for him.]

[Good morning, fellow abductees of the Tower. There is a cheerfully smiling man in a lab coat on the terminal feed now and there's nothing you can do about it! Well, okay, you could just walk away, but where's the fun in that? He gives the screen a little wave.]

Hello, hello! Done poking around our strange new prison yet? No? I guess you won't be through with that for awhile. Still, I failed to introduce myself before everyone set off!

[He had more important things to do than talk to all the little lost boys and girls, but now he doesn't!]

I am Lloyd Asplund, an engineer in the employ of the Britannian Empire. That's really all there is to that. Now on to something more fascinating! Our collars! [He taps his own, an orange one.] I did find myself a few tools, but it was all for naught! These have no obvious means of coming off. No seams, no screws, nothing. Makes you wonder how they managed to get them on in the first place, hmm? I suppose if we got our hands on a welding torch, that might be somewhat more effective, but you might not enjoy the process.

[because lol fire.]

They appear to be quite durable, as well, so you may be better off not trying anything drastic to break them. You'll just end up hurting yourselves~.

Ignore. ♥