[005] [Video]

[hoboagogo]

[It's about midday on Saturday when Shinjiro flips on the video feed for once- And it shows him sitting at a dining room table, with what looks like a large, white-and-black rabbit on his lap, ears and back just visible from over the edge of the table. There's a book left abandoned on the table in front of him (if you tilt your heard and squint, it looks almost like algebra and graphing curves,) alongside a very blank spiral notebook. Yeah, he's procrastinating on doing homework assignments. They were likely due yesterday.]

Hey. Anyone know a lot about the cars here?

[A short frown, and he's glancing off to the side, rather than looking right into the video feed, one hand moving down to idly rub at the rabbits ears as it snuffles at his shirt.] Like-- How much upkeep costs, or when you gotta replace bits or-- anything. Hell, I ain't ever had to deal with one before. I get that they like- use a weird combo of gas and water and shit here?

More importantly, if anyone's up for teaching someone how to drive one've the things, hit me up here. I figure it's a better bet than figuring it out on my own. Can't say I ever looked into it back home.

[For as much as he bitches about public transit, he sure has taken zero initiative to change his reliance on it until now. A pause, and he glances down at the math book. Nope, still not wanting to do it. But he's also out of things to say, so he'll reach out and flip the video off.]

VIDEO

[excitababble]

[ Here Kangmo is opening up the video function of the communicator to ask a few innocent questions involving powers given on arrival vs. powers people showed up with.

Here Kangmo is suddenly pausing with his mouth open, like he's about ready to say something.

... And here Kangmo is sneezing all over the camera and screen.

Oh gross. Oh that's really gross. He's making a face, though it might be hard to tell through the spit and snot combo now cover the screen. At least he's fast in trying to wipe it off. ]

004 | stale donuts | video

[infomodder]

[The video flips onto Will, situated at an older, well-worn desk in front of a window that seems to have come standard with the building itself. Right outside the window, right behind Will, is one of those ads featuring Chrollo. It all looks very cramped, though Will has managed to take the time to actually shave and get a haircut and put in the basic effort to look socially presentable. He's even wearing a plain white shirt and dark blue tie, nothing plaid in sight. Like it's normal! Tiny space, business dress, a totally shirtless dude in a cologne ad if he looks over his shoulder, everything is fine.]

Good afternoon, imPorts. Two things. [Will's eyes occasionally lift from the camera, as though there's someone giving him cues.] My name is Will Graham, and I've just taken on the position of working as a liaison between the police and our imPort population. Ideally, there would be a clearer line of communication between the two. If anything happens and you're uncomfortable going to the police yourself, for any reason, that's what I'm here for. [Eyes flick up. Well.] And to encourage you to go to the police when the need for it arises—they can't help if we keep them in the dark and doing everything on our own without giving them any notice serves to only add onto later headaches.

[So basically don't be Miles Edgeworth with the whole Yuri Petrov is Lunatic thing. Be him in the way that he was right, don't be him going to the Network for vigilante justice without doing anything else first. Okay? Okay. Good. Not that Will's incapable of just telling them about by looking at his own communicator, but he's not sure that's the best thing to share. Not immediately. The eyes shifting stops as Will takes a breath. Too much talking, goodness.]

For the second, since she was always quite good at stirring the pot, I'd like to add that Freddie Lounds, the journalist behind Tattlecrime: Heropa, seems to have been Ported out as of the end of February. [Casually leaving out what happened to her before that, delivery matter-of-fact, void of any and all emotion towards her.] I assume the site will be left as is, but there won't be any further updates. ["Updates" being a loose word for it; the way he emphasizes it is the first slip in the neutral mask, Will sounding irritated above all else. Got a bad taste in his mouth about it all.] If you have any questions, let me know.

[No "thank you for listening," no "goodbye," Will leaves it at that, flicks the camera off. That's all, folks.]