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[governorkang]

[Kang is seated at a table outside on the patio of his apartment, enjoying the warm weather. There's a nice view of trees in the background, and he has a few papers assembled in front of him.

He's clearly comfortable with public speaking.]

The beginning of the month, when we have new arrivals, seems like the perfect time to bring some good news.

My name is Kang. I am the Director of the Sentient Life Fund, an organization that assists non-human imPorts and imPorts with more... unusual animal companions. We work with businesses and organizations to ensure these particular needs are met, from specialized medical care to navigating the legal landscape of this world.

There is one problem that starts when we first arrive. I remember when I was brought to this world - I was no longer in my own body, and due to being a little larger than the average human, my clothing no longer fit properly. I was very lucky that one of the men present had a spare set with them that day, as there was no other clothing available.

[He leans back, smiling wryly.]

I doubt I was the only one to encounter this problem. And, appropriate clothing could be a problem for any imPort, regardless of species. What if the Porter brings someone in at an inopportune time? What if the Porter brings in someone from a culture with very different ideas about what is and isn't considered decent? What if a new arrival would prefer to not be noticed immediately by their state of dress?

[Here, his smile becomes genuine.]

I am pleased to announce that SELF has come up with a solution. We have been contacting businesses in all of the major imPort cities, setting up drop-off points for a clothing donation drive. [A pause.] We will also accept monetary donations to go towards more clothing.

The donation drive will last until June 30th. If you would like your business or place of work to act as a drop-off point, please contact us at [insert phone number here], or contact me directly.

[Another pause. Kang looks down briefly as he moves one of the pieces of paper.]

I would also like to announce that SELF has started two training programs.

The first program is open to native soldiers. It is common for non-humans to be given human bodies upon arrival - I know from experience that it is very disorienting, and even having dealt with humans before doesn't always prepare one for the experience. This program will educate the soldiers we meet on arrival on how to handle any uncomfortable or strange anatomy questions, how to help with clothing problems, how to walk as a human... anything requiring immediate attention. These soldiers will also provide information on the available resources specific to their needs.

The second program will work similarly to the host programs commonly found in many countries. Adjusting to a new culture, or a new body, takes time, and it helps to have someone who knows the ropes around to answer questions. Our host program will provide volunteers, both native and imPort, to be available upon request to help new arrivals adjust to life on this world. If you'd like to volunteer, there is a link attached to this message with a form or you can visit us in person. We are located in Heropa, at [insert address here].

Thank you for your time, and for your continued support.

[Private, to Newt and Hermann:]

I assume Hermann will be joining us to ensure you don't die, Newt. I found a quarry; when is a good time to do this?

[Aaaaand attached to the main message are two links:

SELF website

ImPort Host Program

]

[ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ]

[admemoriam]

[The video comes on, just a bit crooked, to show a scrawny teenager sitting in tall grass. He gives the camera a business-like nod, and then holds up a piece of paper, covered in blocky, red writing, to the lens.]

This is my bucket list.

[Self-explanatory, from the title.]

Who can help me with any of it? [He tilts it back to scan the list again.] Like, I'm pretty sure fireworks will be pretty easy, but I don't really know where to find a red panda. [A little nose wrinkle.] ... Or a volcano.

[That's it. That's the broadcast. He gives the camera a boyish smile and a thumbs up.]

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[aglonby]

[ the feed comes on to show a boy with very tall hair and a much shorter girl with scratches on her face over her eye, one looking rather cheerful and the other less so. ]

Hi hi hi everyone, I have an important question. [ he holds up a finger, tilts his head as if a thought had just occurred to him. he's so preoccupied he was going to launch himself into his spiel without even introducing himself. ] I'm being rude. I am Henry Cheng, and we were wondering —

[ the not so tall and in fact very short girl interrupts. ] We're looking for someone we know! [ she pulls a little face, looking over at Mr. Henry Cheng. ] A few people, actually. [ okay, maybe that was a little rude. she murmurs something unintelligible and takes a step back. please, proceed. ]

And that was my lovely friend Blue. [ he gestures with a flourish toward her, shoots her a wink, absolutely unbothered by the interruption or her outburst. ] As she said, we are looking for someone. Multiple someones. I'm sure this place has a list of sorts, yes? A quick way to CTRL-F a friend's name and find out their status?

[ he looks a bit more serious, then, like underneath the cheerfulness he's exhausted. his next words are very earnest. ]

We would appreciate any info. Thank you.

[ in the background, Blue begins tromping away, shedding dead leaves for some reason, and can be vaguely heard to say 'maybe we should've mentioned Gansey by name' before the video ends. ]

[Video] Yet another ambassador election announcement.

[thegriffinofdeath]

[Anastasya is sitting on a park bench somewhere when she turns on her communicator, seemingly enjoying the afternoon sun, dressed in a long, black skirt and a dark green blouse. She offers the screen a small smile.]

Hello everyone. For those of you that I haven't met, and honestly that's quite a few of you, my name is Anastasya Griffin. Like many of you, I've tried to keep to myself since I was kidnapped to this world. I was content, I suppose, to try and...wait it out, until the machine would return me home as it seemed to do to others. Because it was bound to happen eventually, right?

[She hesitates, seemingly trying to choose her words carefully.]

But recent events have made it very clear that we can't simply remain complacent, trying to live our lives, not when the rest of the world considers us oddities at best, and dangerous weapons at worst. Even here in the United States, you're just as likely to receive looks of suspicion and fear as you are of wonder and amazement. It's not a situation we can simply allow to continue, not if there's something we can do about it.

And as my friend Count Dooku has impressed upon me recently, those of us who already have the skills necessary to try and help...raise the perception people have of imports, if you will...have something of an obligation to do so.

[Another small pause, and she seems to straighten up some without really moving. As if she's settling into a mantle she had put aside for a while. A slightly strange look, perhaps, on someone that appears to be as young as she does.]

Which is why I would like to announce my candidacy for Import Ambassador to the city of De Chima.

( Cut for Ana telling a story. )

So, as much as I might prefer to still keep to my new private life, I cannot justify doing so if it is at the expense of what good I could do here for our community.

As for the, what, specifics? I don't want to get too deeply into policy right now, but I will say that the De Chima Import Community Centre has reverted to government hands with the departure of the previous ambassador. One of my first actions would be to attempt to return this to import possession. Not that I don't trust our benefactors, but some things should remain...in house.

I would hope that you all are willing to elect me as your ambassador. [A beat, and she lets out a little breath of relief and smiles again.] I think I'm done! Thank you all for your time. I think I'm a little out of practice with all of this...public speaking.

[She chuckles quietly.]

Oh, and if anyone has any questions please, feel free to ask.

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[thefatherssins]

[The face on the video is that of a middle-aged man, with messy brown hair and a notable scar crossing his smiling lips.]

I guess I should probably introduce myself, since we all seem to be in this together. Forgive me if I'm a little rough, I haven't gotten out much in a while. [Understatement. Though he tosses it off like a joke.] My name's Tomomi Masaoka. It's good to meet you.

Ah, there is something I'd like to ask. [There are a lot of things he'd like to ask. But not in public, like this. Light bounces off his metal hand as he raises it to the back of his neck. His eyes flick to the side for a moment before returning to the camera.]

How easy is it to change jobs?