[Action : Genessia]

[Uai had been a nerd for the past week: Checking out and reading huge stacks of books on quantum theory and other physics related texts. He's been trying to confirm if the science here is any different than the worlds he's used to. After a thorough reading, he feels confident that he can use his magic to return to the Living Library.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Cut for vomit, because all Uai is going to do is get himself hurt:]

( Summary: Uai is a dumb magician )

[In other news:]

[Video]

Is it normal for the paperboy to assault you with the paper here? And why the hell are the birds swearing? Who is in charge of their social education? Is that a job here, because clearly it should be... Birds should be treated like citizens too. At least, when it means the difference between this kind of uncivilized behavior and investing in their care.

I can't believe I'm stuck in this rotten place... [He winces. A visible dark shadow seeps from a scratch on his cheek, which he attempts to cover with his hand.] ... And does anyone here specialize in fixing... ugh, can't believe I'm saying this... broken souls or auras..? Please?

Who: McCree + The fun bus (Reinhardt, Brigitte, Torbjorn)
What: McCree gets crushed to death by Reinhardt. Other stuff probably happens.
When: Idk like 2 hours after this
Where: Feyren.
CLOSED to those mentioned above.

( and everybody's jumping )

[ Appearing on screen in this blond guy, coming in with the usual healthy skepticism and doubt probably that many new arrivals in Genessia are blessed with when trying to wrap their head around those first hours in this new world. Yamato tilts his head and narrows his eyes at the device in his hands. He’s a little bit flustered and uncomfortable, yet obviously trying to appear nonchalant as he starts talking. ]

Good evening. [ Polite, yet somewhat forced. ]

Where do you go in this city if you are looking for someone?

[ Very to the point. He doesn’t mean to be rude, but like so many before him he expects to be out of here in no time anyway. There’s a small pause here, then Yamato continues, features softening and showing more of his confusion at being here. ]

And has anyone been out... there yet?

[ The barrier, he means. Standing by the window in his Common Space starter apartment allows him a look beyond a few roofs at what has instantly caught his attention. ]

If you go, I’d like to come along.

[ Says the 17 year old with no discernible special skills to survive there whatsoever. And yet somehow he figures that this is exactly where the distortions are that will carry him and his friends back to the Digiworld, which fuels his determination like nothing else would. Better than keeping his mind linger on what transpired before he had found himself waking up and panic-crawling out of one of these damn cocoons.

But time to stop this here and wait for answers, Yamato decides before he impatiently reaches for his device to find the button that turns this torturous awkwardness off. ]

Thank you. See ya.

accidental video, directly continuing from this log

[ The video camera turns on to a jumble of blurred browns and grey, there are a thud and a jarring halt as it falls, coming to a stop in such a way that it gives an out-of-focus view on a grimy, dimly lit room – a basement maybe? Half the screen shows a cracked wall, the other half gives a glimpse on the happenings in the room. There’s an abandoned computer of Nova City make, many wires connected to it, abandoned on the floor. There’s… is that an arm? Someone seems to be laying just out of view.

And right for all to see is K-2SO, his eyes glowing bright red as he advances on Cassian, who has a busted lip and a torn jacket as if he’s been through a fight or two already. ]

No, no, no, Kay, no! Kay! [ His voice is fast, panicked, his hands raised in surrender. He seems to realize too late that he’s still holding on to his blaster and has just raised that as well – he lets it drop to the floor and there’s a skitter of claws on the floor, something small and white darts through the room, sounding terrified. ] Kay… please. [ His voice trembles, it cracks. ] Don’t. This isn’t you. You don’t want to detain me. You’ve been… I don’t know what they did to you. They must have unlocked your Imperial programming. But. This isn’t you. Please.

Remain still, rebel.

[ K2SO's voice is empty of any feeling but disdain, sounding cold and impersonal. He takes a few steps towards Cassian, red optics glaring at him as a metal hand reaches for the man's jacket and brusquely holds him up. Then the droid stops moving and his optics flicker white for a second. He seem confused and alarmed. ]

What...Cass...No. What did you do? I.....no, no....this is not...me...I...

[ The droid shakes his head, lets go of Cassian and reaches up with a hand to cradle his forehead as if he's in pain. After a grunt, it falls on his knees to the floor and then looks up, optics back to their normal white color. ]

...Cassian?

Shush. It's fine. You'll be fine. [ Cassian protectively wraps his arms around the kneeling droid and holds on.

Up close, the lens is blocked by something yellow attaching itself to the device. The screen flickers and goes dark as if the phone's battery has just died. ]


OOC: Responses won’t come until half an hour later, following another message.

video, half an hour later

[ The same room, Cassian still looking worse for wear. In the background you can spy Nova City robo police dragging off two handcuffed humans, one of which has a heavily bandaged head and is still looking very dazed.] I apologize for the alarming message. That was intended for Garrus only. We are okay. There is no imminent danger. The situation is being dealt with by the proper authorities. We apologize if we have caused anyone alarm.