[ his broadcast is the result of unintentional button mashing, his face appearing both upside down and too close to the screen when it's first flipped on. then he's lurching away and dropping the device into the grass at his feet, startled by the screen when it lit up. it gives the network a good, unobstructed view of a man in clothing that clearly belongs to another century. heavy fabrics and leathers with ornate patterns stitched and engraved into them, the hilt of a sword with a bright red scarf dangling from the end, and the curved tooth of a pendant dangling from a thin chord around his neck.

it takes a moment for him to step back up to the device, curiosity overriding fear as he kneels next to wear it has fallen. now his image is sideways and remains that way until he reaches down — hesitantly — to grab it, successfully turning his image upright. ]

What is this? [ he holds it up, above his head, as if illuminating the translucent surface with the sun's rays will offer a better explanation. a thick, distinctly italian accent clings to his voice when he speaks. ] Why— I don't understand. What purpose does this serve?

[ marco gives it a good shake in a poor attempt at jostling answers free. had he not ran from the sudden appearance of weiss schnee's hologram or taken a moment to read over the pamphlet he stuffed into his belt, he'd have a better idea of what this was, nevermind how he came to be in this strange, foreign land. alas, he's currently engaged in a losing battle with a smartphone, and if someone doesn't intervene soon, it runs the risk of becoming forever lost to the shallow depths of garden park's duck pond. ]

[ When the video starts, the first visible thing is Blaine in the background over the sight of a desk. The desk has a load of files all over it, spread out so that they’re visible by the camera woman’s hand. Blaine’s stretching his arms out in a mocking mimic of a portrait in the background, trying to imitate the pose the woman in it is doing. A few seconds later (just enough time to roll her eyes off-screen), the video pans down to the desk to show the documents in clearer focus. The data probably looks innocuous at first glance, but an extended viewing would reveal some serious inconsistencies with the data that the company whose header is at the top of the documents released to the public. Health+, the company associated with the recent double-homicide mentioned in the paper, had its name all over these documents. The documents show evidence that they hid studies that showed results that didn’t rule in their favor to push out drugs to make millions of extra cash off despite the results showing potential negative reactions and just about all of them saying further testing is needed before release- some of the data indicating as many as ten years that the product would’ve been off the shelf.

The camera lifts up and turns around, and there’s a face that some may recognize as Olivia Moore, the local pathologist at Genessia’s Hospital. Only in this video, she looked different. She looked… lively. The porcelain pallor that normally accentuated her features was full of color, her eyes were bright, and even her golden blonde hair looked like she’d walked straight out of the curly section of a salon style guide. And her expression? Far more enthusiastic than she’s exhibited in months. ]

This is Olivia Moore. I’m in the office of Riley Eval, CEO of that pharmaceuticals company, Health+. These are memos directly from her desk. I’m pretty sure this is enough to put the entire board away for years and get their products pulled from the shelves before someone gets hurt. So if anyone like, say, a Guardian were looking for a ton of evidence, here she blows.

[ In the background, Blaine turns a heel and looks at her - then the camera. ]

Are you openly broadcasting that we broke into an office?

[ Liv’s eyes roll up for a moment and she looks over her shoulder at Blaine. ]

We’re privately investigating. We had the door codes, we didn’t break in anywhere.

Riiight. That’s why we avoided cameras.

We avoided cameras so that the company didn’t see us exposing them and stop us before we actually could. This is for the greater good, Blaine. We can’t do good in the world if we aren’t willing to put our first foot forward. [ Maybe that was Angela’s brain talking. Maybe it was Liv’s insane amount of intrepidity finally coming out to pull her out of her own funk. It was hard to tell. ] Now stop trying to confess to crimes we aren’t committing on camera, I’m still filming.

You know what you can’t do good in the world with? That styrofoam your lunch was in. Think about the world, Liv. The world. Do you know how much energy you’re wasting broadcasting our illegal detectiving?

Legal. Private. Investigations. [ Okay, before she kills him. ] My point has been made, and I’m never taking you out for lunch again unless you forget about the styrofoam. [ And the video flickers off, before Blaine can retort again. ]

Who: Chopper, anyone who wants to bug him
What: Someone has to support Luffy's stomach!
Where: Genessia Hospital
When: July
Warnings: It's Chopper, expect swearing
Notes: Pick a date!

[Action]

[The person coming out of the Bay this time is a teenaged boy wearing a green cloak with an emblem of crossed wings on the back and a strange, boxy device. Probably more concerning to most onlookers are the twin swords he has drawn. At first he's wary, and seems more angry than afraid. Well, until he gets a good look around anyway. At that point he just looks really, really confused.]

[The hologram activates and he whirls around to ask questions and defend himself if needed. At least he doesn't default to trying to slice through the "person" suddenly standing behind him. That's a good sign, right?] Who are you! Why have you brought me here! What's- [He stops shouting mid-sentence as he realizes there's something very off about the woman. He spends a moment trying to get a reaction from her, and when that doesn't work he tries poking at her shoulder with one of his swords. At finding his blade simply goes through the person like air he looks even more confused than he did when he first saw the city. After that he at least listens to her, but at the mention of being kidnapped and trapped here he's back to being angry.] Oh, come on!

[He'll stay around a few moments after the hologram disappears, giving people the opportunity to approach him. Once he's left alone he'll take one of the maps and then use his gear to quickly get to the top of one of the nearby buildings so he can focus on trying to figure out the weird "videophone" thing he woke up with.]

[Video]

[When the video feed first switches on the camera's not showing much of anything. Just some random rooftop. It swings dizzily for a few seconds, but never catches a look at the person responsible for the broadcast. It does, however, pick up the sound of Eren cursing at the device under his breath as he tries to figure out how it works. Then it cuts out.]

[A few moments later it switches back on, this time with the camera pointing at the new arrival - upside down at first, but after a second Eren turns it the right way. By this point, he's looking pretty frustrated.]

Hello? Can anyone really hear me over this thing?