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[skyentologist]

[The camera opens up, displaying no one in view, only the corner of a couch. There is the distinct sounds of crunching. It sounds almost... thoughtful? Eventually, the camera is turned so it focuses on a young woman in a lab coat who appears to be staring into space and munching on something. She swallows and addresses the camera.]

Looks like I've arrived just in time. Valentine's Day, huh? Lots of frippery about love, romance, and other mushy things. And lots of anatomically inaccurate hearts.

Anyways, I'm Ema Skye. Apparently I'm supposed to be the host of some criminology show but there are more important things to talk about right now. Specifically: snacks for Valentine's Day. I know people like to give out those little cinnamon hearts and weird chalky things with cutesy writing on them. But scientifically speaking, besides being inaccurate, they're terrible. Not top snack tier at all. Chocolate seems to be a common choice, which is a good start. But why not go further?

Choose something with crunch. With a distinctive... pillowy shape. Something that can be savory or sweet, salty or tangy. I'm talking about the Snackoo. Which doesn't seem to exist here. Yet. Looks like whoever's going to invent it has until next Valentine's Day to work on it, at least.

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[leaflets]

 Is Valentine's Day...different in America?

[ She may not be able to eat chocolate, but even Hinami knew the tradition of girls gifting boys with chocolate and other things on Valentine's Day. But that had been in Japan.

Here, every ad, every commercial, everything had been telling the boys to go buy stuff. ]

At home, the girls give the boys presents, and then on March 14th, the boys give presents back.

Is it switched?

[ Does she have to give Jinseok a present more expensive than the backpack he got her BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T THINK SHE CAN AFFORD THAT... ]

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[pillz]

cw implied harm to (fantastical) animal, implied drug use, probably offensive language within ??

[the picture shakes, obviously handheld. when the picture focuses, there's a dragon rampaging down the street, wings flapping, eyes blazing orange, its body built of churning smoke and fire. it has teeth, in terrifying, serrated rows, but that seems somehow less important than the impossible cycling of gas and combustion that form its flesh. the whole situation is very cloverfield. in the background, the sound of human screams rises tinny, shallow.

lower definition than the communicator video.

but there's a reason for that. a discerning eye might notice immediately: the street the monster is running down is empty of people, and there's something wrong with the buildings. not enough detail in the brick, the windows, the pavement, and beyond it, the sky a fuzzy, paint-white blank. when the camera pulls out, reality becomes clear. the city is merely a cardboard model, stylized in a way that will be familiar to some, but this time a rendering of de chima's downtown area rather than sleepy henrietta. the monster, no matter how miraculous, could fit in the size of an ordinary man's palm.

or inside of a drinking glass, as it turns out. the next moment, one such cup plunks down over the creature, trapping it like a spider in the glass. the tiny dragon immediately begins to screech in rage-- or pain; it's hard to tell, but you only need a little imagination and familiarity with fire to consider the consequences.

and then kavinsky squares the camera lens on his face. skinny white boy— young, hollow-eyed and pale, his black hair clotted with too much gel. one earring, wifebeater, probably (definitely) trying too hard, probably (undoubtedly) overly impressed by himself. there is something oddly jittery about his hands, shoulders, the swollen bloat of his dilated pupils. he sprawled inside of a bedroom, generic, unlived-in. past his shoulder, there's a television playing stadium footage of a european football game, hence the poorly dubbed soundtrack. the dragon's outrage grows fainter.

he smiles.]

Made you look.

[he winks, and cuts the feed.]

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[ignitethestars]

Who decides what jobs we are assigned to? This is ridiculous and I want to demand a new one.

[As a Jedi he feels he shouldn't have to do this kind of petty work. Besides it's terrible.]

The sand ... it's everywhere and keeps getting into everything. My skills are best used somewhere else. Somewhere with purpose.

{1st Ruin; Video}

[historiology]

[ooc: Note: Mikleo will be in blue while Sorey will be in black. Also note that because Mikleo is a seraph, only characters with a higher level of resonance will be able to see/hear Mikleo. For everyone else? Well. It just seems like Sorey is talking to air.....]

[This is the first time Sorey is attempting to use these things. They didn't quite have anything like this back home to really compare it to, but he manages to get it turned on, with the video function. Initially, he may be peering at the camera a little too closely before pulling back, giving a better look at himself rather than an extreme close up of his bright green eyes. He turns, as if looking to someone sitting right near him, seeming rather animated and excited as he points to the device.] Mikleo, I think I got it! That light there, that means it's on, er-what did you say, recording, right?

[ Mikleo's brows furrow, and he points to the phone. ] Shh! They can't hear or see me, remember? Just pretend I'm not here! But, to answer your question, that's precisely what it means.

What are you--ooooh. Right! [Cue nervous laugher a bit there as he rubs the back of his neck, turning his attention back to the device itself.] So um. A-anyway, I'm Sorey. I kind of just got here, myself. So I had a few questions? Mostly about our jobs. And....and school! They have lessons on history there, right? [No Sorey, don't get too distracted thinking about that. The history of a whole new world to explore and read.....er, what else was he supposed to ask about again?]

[ Mikleo sighs on his end, crossing his arms and sending Sorey a rather dry look. ] Didn't you learn your lesson the first time you were schooled? There's more to it than just history lessons.

I know that! [Turning back to Mikleo again with a pout at his lips.] But history was always my favourite -- our favourite. Besides, the history and other lessons here are sure to be way different!

[ Sorey... What did he just say? He can't exactly blame him either, though. They are used to talking to one another nearly all day, every day. ] Hey, pretend that I'm not here, remember?

Oh yeah... [Oops. He's just so used to interacting with Mikleo back home. Used to ignoring the odd stares he occasionally gets out in public since leaving Elysia.] Um, one other question! How do you figure planning vacations? I mean, I guess I get the idea, but I just got here. I don't know where people might want to go vacation to. Apparently that's my job here though. No - make that two questions, actually. This war....

[ Mikleo straightens at that, brows furrowed. ] Hey-- be careful about that last part.

What? I figure...we should find out what's going on. Now we are here. [He's not sure he wants to mention that he only just came from a war back home. Sorey's no less eager to get involved in this one either. But he might not have a choice in the matter this time either. If his helping would mean even one less person might get hurt or killed, he'd probably do it.]

[ Mikleo stays silent at that, gesturing towards the screen once more. He'll stay silent this time. It'd be better to talk to him about everything once he's done. ... Either way, hopefully no one thinks that he's crazy or anything. He doesn't want this to be harder on him than it probably already is. ]

I mean. Of course, I got that file, but it didn't explain a lot, just the basics. I figure someone might be able to give a better idea on what's going on. [Hopefully. Surely. He's not sure what else to say, exactly. If there was anything else especially pressing he wanted to ask about. He's pretty sure that's the basics at least.] Oh, one last thing before I figure turning this thing off. But....what's Valentines? [It seems like it involves a lot of flowers. And chocolates?]

--That's your last question? [ Mikleo looks on in mild surprise. Well, it's just like him to be curious about-- just about everything. He can't say he really blames him entirely, either. ] ... Well, at least we'll get to gain a lot of information about this world.

Yeah! Wait, so how does it turn off again? It's this button-- [oh. Well. It seems he figured it out, because right there, it cuts off. Maybe he will get the hang of this before long!]