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[ It's a bit different waking up from the pod this time around. While the first time she was here, she was filled with skepticism, but also a sense of curiosity as to why she was brought back here of all places. Now, it just seems like she's tired and ready to rest for a bit. The Protector gingerly sits up, threading bandaged fingers through her hair as she holds back a wince. Right, she can't afford to show weakness again.

...Well, not that she can't. It's just that she won't. ]

Nngh-- Guess it's time for more.

[ Gently, she stands up from the pod, collecting the items that she woke up with again before making her way over to the exit of the Bay. When her form emerges, she's dressed in her uniform, but has bandages covering her forehead as well as her cheeks. Those are the ones that are most visible anyway.

Hello Genessia, Hikaru has returned. ]

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[ Once she's been acclimated enough, she takes a moment to turn her videophone on, despite how bad she looks. It seems like she still has her sunny disposition, but it's obvious in her eyes just how exhausted she really is. She still is bandaged up pretty well, especially since she's yet to seek further medical attention. ]

Hello everyone. It seems like I've returned. For those of you who don't know me yet, I'm Hikaru Takeda, Superintendent General to the PIPE, the Pro-Intercontentinal Peace Enforcement Agency. I'm not sure if anyone is here who remembers me, but do you mind catching me up on what's been going on since I've been here last?

[ A pause -- should she be selfish and ask for her job back? Does the position even exist anymore? Surely it's been filled, but she could be security of some kind to someone.

No. She'll rest up. She's sure that she could use the time off and she doesn't feel quite up to fighting again. ]

...I'm glad to be back. I missed everyone that I met.

[ AUDIO ] | [ Backdated to Monday afternoon ]

Uh, there -

[ There's some shuffling sound, like he's setting the phone up somewhere, still. ]

Right. So.

... I ain't good at this, either the talkin or the - well.

But just writin it seemed ... not enough, and. All of you are probably sick of seein my face, so.

[ There's a brief pause, before he goes on. He sounds very, very tired, but his voice is nonetheless serious, and firm. ]

I frightened the hell outta a lot of you.

I said a lot of stuff, some of it to some people I don't even know.

And, it's complicated, but I can say that - while it wasn't all me, it was a part of me. So, yeah, I ain't gonna pretend it isn't my fault.

I'm sorry.

[ He swallows. ]

I am sorry.

I'm not gonna. Just sit around feelin guilty, though. Not -

[ Coughs. ]

- Yeah. So.

Up to you if you take this seriously.

But let me know if I can make it up to you.

[ And then the audio is turned off. ]

[....just kidding! PANIC A LOT!]

HELLLLLOOOOOOO??

Where is everypony??

[At the moment, the camera is facing the sky, as it's on the ground. Not very pony friendly, honestly. Fortunately, Pinkie can be seen with the camera angle below her, calling out to...whomever she's looking for.]

Did we go overboard with hide and seek, Gummy? This doesn't even look like Ponyville...

[Looking up, a small alligator pops out from her mane, blinking quietly in response.]

...yeah, I didn't think so, too. [There's a giggle at how silly she feels at even thinking that.] But what are these...things? They don't even look like ponies!

[Judging eye squint]

So...weird.

Public

[A woman's face is perfectly framed in the communicator screen, neither too close nor too far. Her blue-eyed gaze is serious, not a trace of warmth reflected in her elegant features.]

I will keep my queries brief, and I would appreciate it if the answers supplied in kind were kept succinct.

[Funny how her appreciation sounds a lot more like an irrefutable demand. Her head inclines slightly as if to indicate gratitude, though vocally she gives none.]

First, I would like a status update on what is being done to remove ourselves from this situation. Is there an organized effort. Are studies being conducted.

[No questions, just statements that require explanation.]

Second, I would like a list of names of those who have been within this realm the longest, including the date of arrival. If you were able to return to your home at any point, whether through the Dream Docks or other methods, I would also like a summary of what you experienced.

Third, and last, I wish to know the structure of your emergency response personnel. If there is a breach in the barriers, who responds? What kind of leadership has been set in place for such events?

[Her chin lifts imperiously as a means of indicating that her orders requests are given in completion.]

I thank you for your assistance in this matter. Should you wish to contact me at a future date, my name is Winter Schnee. But I trust that your responses will be punctual.

['Trust'...'insist'...same thing. The feed ends crisply.]

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[Private to Weiss]

[This follows just seconds after her initial public announcement, and her tone is just as brisk. However, there's just the faintest incline of her snowy brows to hint at her true concern for her sister.]

How long have you been a part of this world?

[No formal greetings, no 'how nice it is to see you's. This is no time for pleasantries as far as Winter is concerned.]

[A rare sight in Everglade, Grell is holding a televised press conference at the Mayor’s office (recorded as well on her device), and has to dress a bit better for the occasion. The Mayor himself is there as well, standing nearby (in camera view) ever the pillar of support.]

( The Press Conference )

That is all. Thank you. [Although she’s bombarded with questions, it isn’t clear if she answers them or not, as the feed ends there.]



(ooc: the deputy position has been filled!)