[Blaze had been laying low for quite a while since arriving. Despite the recent "excitement" in Nova City that he felt he should have at least investigated, he wanted to observe the place for a while from afar before jumping into any action, even though it was going against his better judgment. The place sure was 'interesting' so far, given that he'd seen flying cars, been to different cities with varying levels of technology, and even had a newspaper thrown at him out of no where (luckily he was used to avoiding high speed objects flying at him). By now, he'd eventually accepted that this wasn't some crazy Belkan trap or anything, and given that he'd been using his red bills sparingly, it was about time to make use of the videophone himself. So now there's a man with dark hair on the screen, giving a salute.]

Good evening. My name is Blaze, former pilot of Osea's 108th Tactical Fighter Squadron. I guess you could say I'm relatively new around here, so I'm hoping that someone could provide assistance for me to find employment in this place.

[Wow, formal there much, Blaze? He was still used to military life, so the mere idea of adjusting to civilian life again was so foreign to him. But he'd been here for a few weeks now, nearly a month, so he'd have to face the facts sometime. He certainly looks uncomfortable asking this- maybe it was paranoia still in the back of his mind, or maybe it was the idea of asking for help in something like this.]

I'm aware of the presence of the employment building, but I'm uncertain of my personal qualifications after months of military service as a fighter pilot. I'd appreciate any assistance or recommendations, if you would have any.

[the voice is kinda crackly at first, the reception finally evening out after a couple of moments]

Anybody want to explain just what the hell's going on?

[After a moment the video kicks on, revealing a very confused face.]

Anyway, I'm Declan, and I would really like either some help figuring this place out or a way home, thank you.