oo1 | this is pretty neat, huh. (action option at de chima 008)

[indocile]

( utilizing the network took some practise, took some figuring out - some watching what everyone else does and some asking stupid questions. when she makes her own first post, though, she's taken the time to make it polished; the video opens with her perfectly centered in frame, a little bit too conscious of the strangeness to be entirely natural but giving it the old college try. there's a smile! it's a nice enough thing and she is a striking young woman, finely pointed ears emerging high from long (--longer than can be seen on the video, reaching her waist) lilac hair, diminutive in a way that even a video doesn't disguise, the hand that tucks it behind one of those ears elaborately tattooed. )

Normally, to talk to this many people, I have to write a lot of notes and find some pigeons. This is sort of lovely, isn't it? You just talk to anybody you want to, anywhere, whenever you like?

( that's so great. she can just call people whenever she wants. she can look at strangers across the world without magic or - this is all so cool. what if she needs to talk to someone at three in the morning. they will have to talk to her, probably. )

Do you meet people like this? Do any of you speak French? Who is any of you, anyway?

( come and be her friend, any of you. the video ends, and

then abruptly begins again: )

Also where do you buy your soap and clothes especially socks and what sort of soap is all right for rats? Thank you! In advance! Now I'm finished!

[Video]

[plasthmatic]

[Meet Abigail Fowler. Subsequently try to avoid her? Profit, maybe.

She's sitting in her new residence in Heropa, only visible in the frame from the shoulders up, and that's plenty. She doesn't look happy - but then again, her face is usually some variant of irritated or "fight me".]

Let's do a recap: Kidnapped. Given the world's shittiest superpower. Not cured of illnesses. Put to work in a bar.

[A grin spreads across her face and she brings a hand into frame to show a thumbs-up.

This is the sort of person who might spit in drinks.]

So basically, nothing has changed for me except location, location, location. Good times.

[That hand now scrubs her face, runs back through her mass of hair, then drops to her lap. She sighs heavily, signaling a change in pace for the conversation.]

Does anyone know if and where there's a blood bank in this swampy hellscape?

text;

[circulets]

[ The message, much like most of Mikleo's network posts, is short, sweet, and to the point. He decides to send a message to the network with text, rather than voice and video, just in case there's someone out there that can neither hear or see him. ]

Good afternoon.

Sorey's told me that there were others who knew my older self. However, as impossible as this may sound: I've gone back in time here. If we met here before, then I apologize in advance for forgetting. Could you introduce yourself to me again, in that case?

And, I was wondering. Does this happen often? I've heard about others going home often, but from what Sorey told me, my case is rather rare.

Thank you,
Mikleo.

001: Arrival [video] (action option at Heropa)

[allforyuu]

[As the video turns on, it shows a blonde with a tired expression. He's obviously just gotten to the city, judging from the strange clothes and the small bag of possessions he's bringing with him.]

They don't really expect me to live with these humans?

[The house in itself is fine. It's more colorful than expected. However, Mika isn't pleased with the lack of privacy. It's not safe.]

[That isn't even mentioning the danger those humans will be put in. The whole set up is reckless. He pats his bag, making sure the artificial blood he was assigned is still there.]

Voice

[aggressiveapathy]

So it's the newest, oh crap where did my ambassador go? day again. Soonish. Whatever, time doesn't matter. Point is, come on internet. Don't fail us.

What's the native government doing wrong you want to complain- discuss with the ambassadors about. Tell me now so we can get your question or sarcasm based t-shirts for the town halls all ready to go.