[The video opens to a young man dressed in purple, looking a bit anxious.]

...Oh man, I really hope this thing is working. I don't think I broke it, but it's not like the 'Gear, so I don't know if it's actually transmitting...

[He studies it for a moment before finally relaxing. An easy smile crosses his face and he leans forward a bit, actually managing to look at the camera.]

Well, if this thing's working, then hi! I just woke up here this morning, so I'd like to know what's going on. The last thing I remember is going to bed in [the Team Rocket base, but he's not going to mention that] Goldenrod, and now I'm here. I don't think this is like that weird dream everyone had - this doesn't look like that castle, after all - but correct me if I'm wrong!

[He steps back from the terminal and reaches up to absently tug at the collar around his neck. For those of you who recognize this man, it might be a bit of a surprise to see that the collar is blue.]

Oh yeah, what are these for? I definitely didn't have this on when I went to sleep. It's kind of annoying, but I can't get it off. Is there any reason for that?

[Ryuunosuke pauses, tapping a finger to his chin in thought. As he's thinking, a strange ghost floats into the frame and starts pulling faces behind Ryuunosuke's back. He doesn't seem aware of it at all.]

I think that's about it. I guess I'll be here in the library if you want to come talk to me directly, otherwise I'll respond on this thing! ...Assuming it's working, that is. I'll feel really dumb if this isn't broadcasting...

[He reaches over to shut the camera off, still smiling innocently.]

I know nobody feels like a party, but it's important to keep spirits up.

The Tower is a sack of shit like always, but the bombings are out of the norm even for this place. It's about time the people of the Tower got together to discuss these developments or just hang out, like we used to.

Cafeteria at Noon, Thursday. Bring your friends. If we could get music down there, that'd be great.


[OOC: Copies of this message can be found in the mailbox if your character doesn't network instead, except for Sephiroth and Ganondorf.]

Ugh, hi, I guess they found me again. If anyone's wondering, being alone in a destroyed world might just be worse than the tower, but it's a tough call.

So, what did I miss?

[Feel free to action it up and find Waver in person too! Aside from at the computers he's likely to be found in the cafeteria, media room and library.]

[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.]

[The feed cuts on to a frantic-looking Nazi who's struggling to smile.]

Look. No, okay, look, ja? [He holds his hands up to the camera in a "calm down" motion.] There are three posts about that silly collar thing. Talk in those. Let us do something else now, okay?

[He lifts up a book.]

We are going to read some stories, then we may discuss them. That is fun und unrelated, right? Here, I will begin.

[He clears his throat.]

'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...'

[Wriggle sits at the terminal with her chin resting in her hands. She seems rather tired and irritable in her expression and the way she moves but when she speaks it seems almost bored]

So I've been thinking a lot, and then I realised that I'm not very good at thinking. I'm getting kinda sick of this place, I don't remember the last time I was somewhere that wasn't here but I've got important stuff to do.

You guys know the monsters that have been running around, right? The one with the blue mask, which one is that? That girl... Ruana? I was talking to her but she wasn't making any sense something about killing them when they're normal but I don't know what that means.

I know I don't really know a lot of you guys and I really hate to ask for help but do any of you know what we're s'posed to do? I don't wanna just lay low while all this stuff happens, I wanna do something but I don't know what.

I just hate feeling so useless all the time.

[From her, that's actually quite a big thing to admit]

[A severe young woman is sitting stiffly at her network point, clutching a frilly umbrella across her chest, partly as a weapon and partly to hide some of the uniform she'd woken up in. ]

Ahem. I'd be most grateful if someone could inform me where in this tower I could find some more decent clothing than those issued to us.

[Her lips thin at even having to mention the unacceptable items of clothing.]

I'm afraid I'm quite new, so I don't know where to even begin.

For reference, 'decent' means tops that button up to the neck and skirts that are at least ankle length. Thank you.

[With that little message complete she turns off the feed]

They say that our worlds are destroyed, but what of other people? Is it possible that others from our world are brought here?

[He pauses for a short moment, like he's trying to think of how exactly to say this.]

I ask because I am looking for my son Baelfire. He may be going by another name, he may not. He appears to be in his thirties with short graying brown hair. I'm not sure if he's able to here, but when I last saw him, he was wearing a scarf.

If you've seen anyone like that, even if Baelfire isn't his name, please let me know.

[Some sounds of fumbling around can be heard as Sephiran tries and fails to get the video function working.]

Ah? Hmm? It seems these terminals aren't working as they should... the video function is disabled, and I've been waiting for hours for the service to actually work.

[Finally, Sephiran plops into the chair at the terminal. He clears his throat before he begins speaking.]

Hello, everyone. This is Sephiran speaking. I have but one simple question for you today. What do you see on Floor 100? I've noticed that everyone sees something different, so my curiosity has been piqued.

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.
Only fill out the section which applies to you.


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Three creepiest people in the tower. Go.

[The feed is at first filled with static and the sounds of the device being knocked around. But eventually, words start to filter through.]

Ahh, I believe this i――No, perhaps――?

[And the person seems to figure it out, so the deep, resonant voice laughs jovially before it flickers to a video feed. There's a gratuitous shot of a manly as hell beard because Rider basically has his face in the camera, but seeing the image on the screen, he leans back to sit with his arms crossed.]

Ha, here we go! What odd little things these computers are. They are far too small and fragile, in my opinion, but that is neither here nor there for the purpose of this announcement.

[He grins even more, clapping his hands together.] Well! I have expected for this or myself to disappear, and yet both still remains. I suppose that crosses out the possibility of it being a strange dream, eh? So hello, those of you that may hear me upon this network! I confess that I do not know completely of the audience to whom I speak, but I suppose it matters little! I am Alexander III of Macedon, King of Conquerors, though I would prefer to be called Rider for now. And I extend my greetings to all of you, as comrades in this situation, as future friends and even more as potential future subjects. I would be remiss as the King of Conquerors to not consider adding this tower to my territories, eh? But this is a matter for another time.

For now, I seek information, if you would give it. I wish to know about those in charge, who I have heard briefly of. [Though he's still smiling, a fire seems to come to his eyes, as if he's fully aware that they might hear this themselves. He's throwing down a challenge, in a way.] I would like to know who I challenge, after all.

[With that grand address out of the way, he crosses his arms once more, his voice becoming less grandiose] And as a last note, I speak exclusively to the Masters and Servants of the War that also find themselves within this tower. If you do not know what this means, then it is not addressed to you, I am afraid. But to you, my friends, I propose a meeting amongst us, to discuss this situation and what it means for us. So please, contact me at your liberty, and we shall speak of where and how we should meet.

((ooc; to the Fate/ cast, which the last part is directed to, if you could include a contact method in a note on your tag or PM it to this journal, that would be awesome! Hopefully we can do a log to play out what Rider's suggesting if there's interest, but if not, we can figure out a conclusion and handwave it.))

What do you think about death if it's not permanent? Is it really death?

[Ryuuosuke does not look like he's been in a fight! Actually, he just looks mildly annoyed. Or disappointed?]

There's nothing under my bed. I checked. A lot. I understand the theory of 'nothing is scarier' but that's not usually what the tower runs on, right?

[Addendum: apparently other people (his roommates) can see his particular monster, but he can't.]

[When Bernkastel's voice comes on, it sounds slightly cracked and laced with faint anger.]

As many times as I may have brutally died in the past, I submit my vote for this being the most ridiculous and stupidly painful. I genuinely thought I had grown used to it. Apparently not. [A snort of laughter. She actually doesn't sound amused, for once.] The sleep paralysis contributes to the level of annoyance. 

You know who you are, boy. Whenever I find you, I'm going to rip you apart piece by piece with my bare hands.

Are you having fun?

Different anonymous person this time! I know the fog and the Shadows are important and everything, but I have a quick question.

Does anybody know if Jason is single?