[A teenage girl pops up on the feed. She's currently wringing the water out of her socks. She's a little wet after having tripped once or twice on her way out of the Bay. She's not exactly the most alert when she first wakes up.]

Honestly, while the booby trapped welcome hologram was super helpful. Don't you think some of the budget could have been spent on draining the water out of the weird cocoon room? It's not that big of a stretch, is it?

[She turns toward the camera.]

Anyways. I'm Gwen and I'm new here, I guess? Honestly, I'm pretty freaking hungry right now, what's the best place to get some food? Preferably on the cheap side. Starving artist here.

How long have I been gone?! I didn't expect to fall asleep one day and find myself back in a welcome box, but now I've discovered that my tea shop is closed?! What manner of-

[The woman with the blond hair, curls, and white ribbons takes a deep breath to steady her nerves. Turning on her device and just broadcasting her question was probably not the smartest way of getting the answers she sought. Clearly it had been some time, even Robin's book store was empty, but some of the businesses she as familiar with were still running.]

Miss... Amagi? I would ask once again if I might partake of your generous hospitality until I have sorted myself out. I assume you are still here, even if some of my other closest friends and confidants no longer are because your business is still open. Unless of course you had the foresight to write a will and someone else has inherited your business in your absence... which should I re-open my business I likely shall do.

[She heaved a sigh... it felt like the worst of times she'd had when she was a ship captain, or when she'd first started out here.]

Miss Schnee... it seems you were correct about me, I did not stay for as long as I thought I would. Nevertheless, I hope you are well and will continue to offer you an olive branch of peace should you choose to accept it.

[She wasn't sure if the woman had gotten over the whole incident with Battler, the memory of it still fresh in Maribelle's mind, as well as her choosing to not attend the grand opening of her cafe.]

Smoker... if you're still here I could use a friend like you now more than ever. Please contact me if you have any information regarding anyone from the kingdom of Ylisse, or if any of the marines from the grand line are still here. If you do know who I am, I would appreciate seeing a familiar face right now.

[Maribelle comes back on to make a quick addendum now that she's found Robin, and had some more time to think clearly.]

My apologies for my rather rude introduction. My name is Maribelle, lady Maribelle if you prefer a more formal title. I am the duchess of Themis and a court magistrate of Ylisse. If anyone would like to hire me for their law firm or for legal representation they can feel free to contact me here, or at the Amagi Inn where I hopefully shall be staying. That is all.

(ooc: She also has an appointments post here)

[ The video feed turns on. Those who know Konoka well will see that her mood's improved. Everyone else sees the usual cheery brunette at home. ]

Hey, this might be a silly question, but where do people hang out?

Specifically, where do people hang out to find dates? Much of my free time has been on magical study, but I'm going to go mad if I don't start talking to more people.

[ Whether that was Konoka's desire to have a date or her inner voyeur speaking, no one may know... least of all Konoka herself. ]

[Genessia. It hadn't rung any bells, and it still didn't now, but over the past few days The Iron Bull felt he'd gotten a decent enough grasp of the place. He'd been reading up on the network logs, camping out in the forest of Fayren.

It was some damn interesting stuff. Some needed context, but he'd gotten good information from a couple of the answers other people had gotten. A shame that it was all second hand but all the answers matched, at least as far as the basics were concerned. They'd been abducted, no way out, free housing for the first month.

It didn't seem to be magic, as much as the smart phone he'd been given struck him as nothing so much as a more advanced version of the scrying stone Dorian'd given him. He'd seen that he was here. Had been there, from the looks of it, and he couldn't help wondering if that stuck in the mage's craw.

The whole thing had thrown him for a loop, but it was starting to feel like more of just a place. He did a touch of exploring before he made a video, settling into his in the common housing. It was a good thing he hadn't meant to actually use it; the bed was a joke.

Still, it's good enough to sit on, a blank wall behind him when the actual video clicks on, his sword on the mattress behind him and out of view.]

This is on, right?

[It never hurt to play a little dumb. His face takes up a good portion of the screen, one eye covered by a leather patch that had been tied down, scratches extending outside of it. A pair of horns sprout from the sides of his head and extending off-camera. There doesn't seem to be a lot of shirt on what little you can see of his chest. His voice is rich, tinged by a hint of some accent or another and a care for inflection.]

I just got here. [The lie was easy.] Thought I'd get off of the road before saying anything. That said - shit.

[There's a smirk, almost commisserating.]

Is this place for real?

[The woman that appears on the screen appears frustrated, her hair red and shorn close to her scalp and her lilac dress half-damp from momentary unsteadiness in the bay. There are dark, damp splotches up the front of it. Regardless, she carries herself like some kind of royalty]

I am Medusa.

[Her speech is measured, but it almost feels like she might be trying to be more personable. It just isn't going well. It would help, potentially, if she were smiling, but she doesn't have it in her today.]

Since this is my only method of communication at this time, I wanted to make my presence known. [She takes a deep breath, expression still fixed.]

I'm sure that given everything I have seen so far you have heard this before, but this is not a good time. No offense meant, of course, to our hosts.

[Oh, it was meant.]

If anyone happens to see an oversized bulldog, please let me know. I need to get home.

[Rapunzel knew she had to attempt this someday. Wearing shoes while out, but as she tried various pairs she always found one thing in common. They were uncomfortable and also in some cases was quite hard to walk in. She had tried flats, shoes that had a slight heel, high heeled even boots but each time she just didn't like it. She wasn't happy with it.

As the feed switch on, there was fabric everywhere as well as painting supplies in some cases there were clothing that was either fully done or partly. Once she moved some strays hairs she finally spoke.]

Um, this might seem like a really odd thing to talk about but... Can people explain why shoes are so uncomfortable? I've tried a good few pairs and just they seem to pinch or just plain hurt. In some cases, I found they were really hard to walk in.

[She had one hand on the device and one hand in her hair playing with it for the moment.]

Just how can you wear such things. I am generally curious.

When the video comes alive, it seems fairly clear that it's some kind of mistake. The man holding the device is only half in frame, his expression somewhere between serious and distressed, though he says nothing. The collar of his black leather-looking top is visible at the bottom of the screen, and anyone watching can hear the sound of him walking through water - still in the bay, then, as the dim lighting shadowing his face confirms.

To say that the situation was confusing for Black Bolt would be a vast understatement. He had been sent to Earth, fine, but this didn't seem to be the same place, and waking up inside of some kind of pod with new belongings and information on his chest had been worrying to say the least. He didn't like the idea that he had been unconscious, that someone had apparently been with him while he was. Add to that the fact that he couldn't find an obvious way to communicate, and he was having a pretty bad day.

After a few moments of figuring it out, he clicked the video off. He didn't know who was here, anyway. Perhaps keeping a low profile until he found out where he was, and where his family was, would be better.

[and yet another one returning! he was someone that was here briefly, but he had also wanted to try and change everything for the better here. ironwood had been warned about the coming and going of people as well, and he certainly took that into consideration upon waking up here again. no matter, he would just need to continue on.

so, ironwood was now sitting comfortably, looking into the camera with a newly found determination.]

Good day, people of Genessia. I am General Ironwood, and I was once here before. When I was here I attempted to gather up like minded individuals who shared the same views as me. What were those views you ask? Simply to better oneself with a little more training in whatever way one would need.

Of course, this is entirely optional, and we can talk more about if you wish.

[now then!] Also, I am entirely open to talking freely. I just came back after all, I would like to hear updates on everyone, and also hear from newcomers.

Locked; Weiss Schnee

Miss Schnee, would you be so kind as to inform me of any changes that have happened here since I was gone?