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[admemoriam]

[Noah turns on the video feed, looking sort of like he has a joke he can't wait to tell.]

Hey, what day is it?

[It's simple data collection. He wants to know how many people here have seen the seminal film of his generation.

But behind the smile on his face, there's a slighter edge of hesitance, and after a few moments he leans in a little closer to the camera.]

Um, and for anyone who knew her, Blue Sargent went home over the weekend. I don't know if she'll come back or whatever, but... yeah.

[Daily wisdom: when you're trying not to cry on the network, start with a meme.]

I ● VIDEO

[hightiderising]

[Hello masks and/or menaces. Today on the network is a suspiciously hooded figure, with most of their face obscured under the shade of the hood. When the figure speaks, the voice that comes out is that of a young girl; her formal affectation sounds forced.]

Hello. I am looking for a few people. Their names are Roxas, Axel, and Riku. If you know any of these people, please get back to be as quickly as possible.

[Her voice momentarily falters, and she looks down and away]

I... shouldn't be here...

[She straightens up again, collects herself.]

... I need to find Riku specifically.

[She doesn't have time to find her friends. She needs to get back to Riku - and then Sora - as quickly as possible before her existence does any damage.]

Video

[fullmetalbrat]

[Today's video showcases Ed sprawling haphazardly across an armchair. Judging from the books and notepads strewn about, he was probably trying to get some work done. Guess he gave up on that idea.

His tone is clipped and frustrated when he speaks up.]

What the hell is with the porter? It brings people here and then just send them home again a week or two later! How does that make any sense? For anything! There's no goddamn point to it!

[He slouches further down in his seat and kicks at a notebook balanced precariously on the arm of the chair, sending it tumbling to the floor.] Can't even… [His mouth twists in a sullen scowl, and he drags a hand roughly across his face.]

Anyway.

There's no way I can get any work done today. It's…kind of an anniversary, and with that asshole leaving on top of it— Ugh.

...Look. Just tell me about something from your home. Something you're looking forward to. Someone you miss. Just…anything you've had to leave behind that you don't want to forget about.

It's a good day to remember.

1st Night | Video

[aboveand]

[Greetings, MoM. Fresh meat here. Here is one (1) Terry McGinnis, dressed in his usual black t-shirt and brown jacket with the large grey stripes on the arms. He seems... panicked.]

Look, I have lots of questions and things to say about being kidnapped and brought to some kind of parallel universe or something, and I'll get to all of them in a moment, but more important right now--

[Terry quickly pans the camera to the other side of the room, where a large, black Great Dane has backed himself into a corner...on the ceiling. The dog seems uncertain about his unusual situation, but isn't distressed.]

How do I get my boss' dog off the ceiling?!

001 | voice

[hardedged]

[ the network post begins with a disgruntled exhale. great way to start, jones. nice first impression. clearly, this mysterious new arrival is glad to be here. ]

I'll make this quick and painless. The name's Jessica Jones, and I'm looking for answers.

They brand us like cattle. Expect us to play house. Assign crapass jobs.

And of all the places to wage the Cold War 2.0, they pick fucking Florida. [ she scoffs, as if that's somehow the worst offense of all. ] How do we leave this shithole?

[ there's a pointed beat of silence, as she presses her lips together in contemplation. almost as an afterthought, she adds: ]

And where can I get a drink around here? The cheaper, the better.