[ Gohan knew better than to try to contact anyone, no matter what the pamphlet said. After all, the very moment he woke up in that cave, he immediately freaked out. He was in no condition to see anyone, much less talk to them. But of course, he was dead. He remembered being dead. He remembered the sensation of searing flesh, his skin practically melting like butter with every energy blast that passed through him. He remembered pain, shock, numbness...

He remembered failing.

No one could've survived that, not even him. And in those very last moments, he'd briefly accepted that. Maybe that was part of the freak out, the fact that even for a moment, he'd given up. But no matter how long he could've continued to beat himself up over it, his physical exhaustion put a stop to that. The realization then him him that he was still severely wounded, with copious amounts of blood covering his body, and the very-fatal numbness from before threatening to creep up on him. And it was at that moment that he decided, maybe he did need to contact someone...

So, with cuts and bruises covering his face, and copious amounts of blood covering practically everything else, Gohan turned on the videophone. Offering the camera a tired, but sheepish grin, before stuttering. ]

T-Think I could... get directions to a hospital...? [ He was trying to keep the situation light, as futile as that was. He really didn't want someone freaking out about him, but he also didn't want to be stubborn and pass out from blood loss. ] J-Just pointing me in a direction... should work...

[When the feed clicks on, opens on a fairly dark room, with only the light of a nearby computer screen casting a dull light on a very smug looking Kazuya. He's sitting in a very high-backed office chair, wearing a purple crushed velvet suit and is sitting at a large black marble desk, full-length windows behind him looking out over a static cityscape.]

To all residents of Nova City, you will notice a new gateway has opened. I have brought in the G Corporation Headquarters from my own world, and have a bit of advice for any who would attempt to trespass on my property.

[The camera lifts and swings, almost as if it were on a crane, to show a very large android, and what appears to be a 4-foot thick chunk of concrete with rebar running through it, almost as if it had been ripped directly from a building.]

This is the JACK-6, the latest in robotic defensive measures. It is the most advanced model of robot G Corporation has ever produced.

[As if by some silent command, the robot turns, raises a fist, and places it against the cement. A second later it jerks its arm slightly and the cement and rebar explode outward as if a bomb had gone off inside it.]

It has been programmed with over two hundred styles of martial arts, can predict and adapt to any combat situation, and patrols my property, eliminating any and all intruders.

[There's a lot of thunderous footsteps as the first model is joined by what appears to be twenty more identical ones.]

And I have the capacity to mass produce them. That is all.

[OOC: Action tags will most likely be answered by a Jack journal once I get one set up. /o/]

What in Agni's name is a vid-ee-oh-pho-nuh supposed to be, anyway?

[ zuko has no idea that the strange looking device he's holding up over his head and squinting at is the item in question. it's not his fault he has no concept of electronic communication, let alone electronics. his world has yet to hit a true industrial age. "advanced technology" in his day and age involves fires, steam, and bending, not... whatever this is supposed to be.

useless — that's what zuko decides it is. just a strange, mangled piece of metal and glass.

he discards it, setting it against the roots of the tree he's propped up against, but it's still recording him as he draws the pamphlet back out of the box. the necklace glistens on his wrist where he's affixed it like some sort of beaded cuff as he unfolds it. ]