[Francisca's in the library and looking increasingly concerned as she speaks at the terminal, bookcases rattling behind her.]

What's going on?! An earthquake??

Everyone please head for open space, quic-

[A particularly hard shake sends the bookcases falling and Francisca looks behind her too late as one comes crashing down, letting out a shout as it falls right on her, sending her head knocking hard across the terminal, a smear of blood coating the camera as she falls unconscious under the desk. The bookcase is barely held up by the terminal, its contents falling in a pile over the woman, and the screen flickers from the weight.

Another crash, another bookcase, the computer is destroyed and the feed with it.]

( fail-filtered messages to Sephiroth )

[Evening, Animus-folk. Have a rather concerned looking Zack on your network today. He's definitely worried about something, and considering the late hour, that's not surprising. Monsters will be out soon.]

Has anybody seen General Sephiroth around today? I looked all over and I can't find him anywhere...his name's not on his door anymore, either, but that doesn't mean anything, does it? [a glance over his shoulder, probably at that door in question, then he looks back at the screen.]

Just...lemme know if you've seen him around, okay? It's not like him to not check in.

I would advise against using the network, but given the circumstances there are no other options.

[ Have a Gandalf appearing on the screen- He looks dead serious, yet somehow calm. Anyone paying attention could notice he looks quite tired as well. ]

I need to know what happened in this tower before my arrival- From the first day people were ‘saved’. If there are people who could give me any relevant information, this would be highly appreciated.

I’m most interested in a child who has been mentioned a couple of time yesterday, I believe his name was Zo. From what little I have read, I assume something terrible must have happened.

( Text filtered to Zelda, Xion and Fi )

Since you all seem to be so eager to talk to me, and I have some free time, I'll open the floor for questions.

[Switch off the labyrinth and check the network proper on any one of the terminals, and you shall be greeted by the stern, stoic face of one Princess of Hyrule. She looks somewhat tired, like she hasn't had a good night's sleep, but even so, there is a tranquil sort of absolute fury in her eyes.]

Is it possible to access the locked elevator without the clear- or red-collared workers' "assistance"?

[The first thing to be a bit strange would probably be the copious amounts of static, which seemed to linger for a good thirty seconds before Phillip spoke up.]

-a way out. [Static.] Shoutaro, [Static.] going to leave- [Static, followed by a rolling rumble of thunder close by.] -we'll get help. [More static.]

Sorry- [Static.] -will do our- [Static. For a moment, it almost tried to pick up video, but-] -huh? Sho-

[The static grew louder, then the feed abruptly cut out.]

Hello.

My name is Minato. Some of us may have already met, but I'd like to clarify a few things, just in case. Please bear with me, I know this might be a lot to read, but all of it is very important. If you don't want to read the long version, then you can skip past here.

The first thing is that Rose-san and I are currently working on compiling information to put together a sort of "go-to" guide for the Tower itself that can be accessed by anyone, new and old, so that they won't need to worry about constantly explaining things, or anyone always asking questions. If at all possible, I'd like to know about everyone's worlds, themselves, and anything that might stand out about your world since we've noticed that quite a few doubles of the same people exist here, but from different versions of the same place. Of course, you don't have to share if you don't feel like it, that would also be fine.

( NOT an IC cut, cut for tl;dr Moenato info dump. )


In short: I'd like to ask everyone about their worlds and their experiences in the Tower prior to July 12th, even though I know it's already been done once or twice, and I would like to mention that my Evoker isn't a gun; it's for summoning, and it's harmless.

If you have any questions regarding what I've mentioned, I wouldn't mind answering them--I can also demonstrate if you'd like. I'm in the Library. Likewise, I would like to hear everyone who would be willing to talk to me on any of the topics I mentioned. I would appreciate it very much. Thank you.

[ ooc: feel free to respond in text, video, or voice, but I'd like to make a note that he's using the 'default' Courier black without bolding for the text in his post, I've simply not coded it due to the length of this post to make it smaller. o/ ]

[America is looking bright and cheerful! Those who've seen him around, he hasn't really been that way recently, so this may be a good change! Or maybe you know him from home and are groaning right now.]

Okay, so yeah, you can go back to your places sometimes, and it looks like everything's kind of in pieces and... Stuff. [vague gesture]

But! That doesn't mean it can't be fixed! We just have to figure out what they're doing and... Do it backwards. You know, everyone from different times and stuff? So they have to have a time machine! [He makes flying gesture with his hand through space which is obviously meant to represent a time machine moving through time. Obviously.] And we should steal it, right, and then we go back before the world is destroyed and fix it!

We just have to figure out where they're keeping the time machine.

[Text]
LOOKS LIKE I'M FUCKING BACK TO SQUARE ONE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS, BUT I'M GLAD TO BE BACK HERE. AT LEAST HERE SOME OF YOU FUCKASSES ARE STILL ALIVE.

--

[Video]
[He woke up to an empty room earlier, so the first thing he did was meander his ass down to the library terminal. Forever attached to the computer. He flicks on the video, looking like he'd been emotionally assaulted by a truck. Living for weeks in a place where all of your friends are dead will do that to you.

Despite the obvious red stains on his cheeks, he tries to keep his usual ornery face on.]

The Veil is a fucking ghost rock, guys. Someone please tell me I wasn't the only one sent back to their world like this? This is like the epitome of epic mindfuck torture.

[Stephanie Brown had laid low on her first day in the tower. She avoided people, ate her oatmeal alone, and observed.

But now it was day two, and Stephanie had a lot of questions.

Questions she would rather like answered.

She put on her civvies, and decided to ask her questions, starting with an easy one. Or at least, she hoped it was easy.]

Sooooooo did anyone else get one of these, or am I just special?

[she waves a red brick back and forth across the screen]

[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.

[ first comes a short text post, the words almost sharp and definitely typed fast and with a clear intention of wanting answers now. ]

okay.
i'm going to admit that "let's all be happy here" kind of goes beyond the definition of weird and slams head-on into creepy.
can someone give me a quick rundown on that?
because, yeah.
i'm really creeped out.

[ and then it switches to the image of a young boy with black hair and bright blue eyes, looking for all the world like he's just found a new toy that's gone and decided to bite him in the nose. and yet, at the same time there's an underlying eagerness. NEW PLACES, NEW THINGS, NEW PEOPLE. COME INTO HIS ARMS, LET HIM INSPECT YOU... ]

Is this more time stuff? Because, well, to be honest I'm kind of getting sick of the time stuff.

[Holland appears on the screen; he looks very serious, and this would be alarming to anybody who didn't know that this is just how he looks most of the time.]

I need help; it's really important.

D --> What is the meaning of this
D --> I'm not sure what my e%pectations were of the afterlife
D --> But this is abso100t fiddl

[there's a lengthy pause, then the video feed clicks on. It's another one of those trolls, and this one appears to be in peak physical condition.

he's also sweating so profusely it's making his skin glisten, and in one hand he's holding half the keyboard. the other half is currently not in view.

once he opens his mouth, it becomes obvious he's missing some teeth.]

I demand information pertaining to the nature of my current location and, if known, the location of any other trolls currently sharing my predicament.

[He passes a hand over his forehead, brushing off moisture. When he looks back at the camera, his expression softens slightly.]

Nepeta, if you're here... my deepest apologies.

[The video turns on at first to show a kid that...well, he looks a lot like Dave Strider, except not. No shades, lighter skin, lighter hair, purple eyes...hell, he looks just as much like Rose Lalonde. He looks angry, unamused, and very, very tired. With a very new side dose of slight surprise at realizing the video had already begun recording.]

Ugh, I knew that I should have just gone with text...

[Said quietly, mostly to himself. More like a more erudite, non-Texan Dave. With an echo? Huh. Must just be the mic. Yeah, sure. He cuts the feed, shortly followed by this message.]


( Cut for purple pretentious prickish courier! )

I don't- particularly find it nice to kidnap me then say something cruel about the world!

So...someone please start talking- or- or else! [She tries to sound assertive but she's more so just spouting words amongst tears and fears.] I don't like this place at all... What's with these stupid collars? I remember seeing a movie of Japan's that had something like this but- ...we're not going to have our head's explode are we?

Can we go home now?

 [ Taps the camera and then leans back on his chair.

Looks left. Looks right. ]

Tch. I hate this place.

[ Hesitantly takes a sip of coke and then stares at something on the side. While totally tuning out, he is eating licorice. ]

That idiot has been gone for a long time...