[As the feed clicks on, Akihiko looks rather... nervous. He was never good with public speaking, that had always been Mitsuru's thing. But... without her here, it fell to him to explain what was going on.]

As I'm sure a bunch of you know, there was recently a... thing where people were kidnapped and placed inside a gate linking to Attleton. The place the gate links to is... rather unusual but I am familiar with it.

[He gestures behind him to what looked like a TV filming set as far as the eye could see.]

I figure you guys deserve an explanation as to what goes on in here. This world is native to creatures called Shadows. Beings created from negative thoughts and emotions that people try to deny. The selfish, ugly side of humanity given form. In my world, the only way to fight these Shadows as they sought to overtake humanity was through a power known as Persona, something I'll get into later.

If a person enters the gate of their own will, the world looks like this, and they can leave at any time, however... should a person be forced in, it apparently works in the same way it does in my world. The world twists and forms a dungeon around the victim reflecting their inner turmoil, and a Shadow will be born from that, attempt to kill their counterpart and take their place in the physical world.

However, if a person can face their Shadow and accept themselves for who they are, they are granted the power of Persona to use within this world.

[He wasn't going to get into how he obtained his Persona as that would take another hour to explain.]

There are a couple other people from my world with this power here, but out of respect for their privacy, I won't be naming them. I, however, am part of a group called the Shadow Operatives - a group of trained Persona Users that operate independently of other law enforcement groups to deal with Shadow-related incidents. As such I will be making routine patrols through here now that I know it's here. I will also do my best to answer any questions you may have about Shadows and Persona.

[Private to Yukiko and Naoto]

On a side note, just thought you should know, Mitsuru isn't here anymore. So let me take care of this sort of thing as best I can. If I need backup I'll let you know, but... you guys deserve a chance for a normal life.

Who: Erza and members of Fairy Tail
Where: Fayren - Fairy Tail Guild Hall
When: Morning of March 25th
What: Erza's Return
Warnings: Likely mild violence?

The memories were hazy but she definitely remembered having been in the city before. Even as she stepped through the gate, the names came rushing back. The place she had come from was Genessia City and this was Fayren. She couldn't quite recall how long ago it had been but once upon a time Erza Scarlet had lived in this city.

( Continued... )

[The video shows a young guy with blue hair clinging onto the pod he woke up in. He seems to be quite shaken by this ordeal.]

What the heck?! Who put me in a place like this?! Sun? Scarlet? Sage? Anyone out there? Get. Me. Out!

[This. Is. Not. Cool! Why did he wake up on a pod that is SURROUNDED BY WATER?!]

[ Waking up in an unusual place she had absolutely no recollection of truly had been a little disarming in itself but the information needed was right at her fingertips and that had indeed been a blessing. Though over anything else it was the sight of one of her own family doing the welcoming and it had been a touch surprising as she didn't remember leaving Weiss alone for THAT long.

So it's with no surprising level of calm that Winter uses to regard the device with as it turns on, her piercing blue eyes and hair easily bearing a resemblance to the Schnee name even without an introduction but it wouldn't be right if she didn't. ]

Good evening, residents of Genessia.

[ Her tone matches her appearance; curt and polite as anything else. ]

I am Winter Schnee of the Atlesian Military from the Land known as Remnant. Like the rest of you I have been apprehended and brought here against my will, and as such, if any individuals here can bear any further information on Genessia and beyond, it would be appreciated.

[ Her strict demeanor seems to soften for just a touch and she exhales a soft sigh. Not many would be able to discern the shift but it's there nonetheless. ]

Weiss. If you see this, please contact me. We need to have a talk.

[ As an afterthought she does add something to the end. Simple and straight-edged as ever, her composure never once breaking or seeming to bear much in concern to her situation. ]

I will also extend an inquiry to those who may hail from Remnant like myself. If you are here and you have any information regarding the recent events that occurred in Vale, I would like to be informed about them at once.

Thank you.

[ ozpin has collected all the information he needs to feel relatively comfortable finally introducing himself. he knows there are enemies here, and he knows there could be more enemies to come. he knows the majority of his students have experienced quite a lot of trauma in recent weeks, and he knows that he seems to be the only actual adult here to deal with any of it.

worst of all, most of this is his fault, and ozpin seems to be delightfully absent for most of it.

so, after dwelling on that for a moment, the feed turns on to show ozpin in a chair, in a corner of a bookstore that seems to be mostly empty. his cane is leaning against the table and while he still looks somewhat tired and worn down, his eyes are bright and he has a warm smile in place. ozpin has always been horrendous at playing the game, especially when such things are at stake. perhaps peace has made him lazy -- or perhaps he just genuinely believes that everything will be overcome.

at any rate, his students (and the others here) need him to be the leader that he proclaimed to be before everything went to utter hell, and so when he speaks, ozpin sounds like a conversationalist, calm and at the ready. ]

Hello.

[ it's almost like today is a normal day, with yet another inspirational monologue from professor ozpin. ]

It seems that quite the collective of my students have taken root in this city, and transformed it into their own. [ weiss. ] I wish I could say that I could bring half of what they have to this place, but I'd rather not disappoint you all.

[ probably too late for that. ]

But as for introductions -- my name is Ozpin. I am the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, for those from Remnant who may not recognize me. [ which should be no one, but you can never be too sure. ] I've already spoken with several of my students, and it seems that our world has become rather popular in terms of new arrivals... but to the students I haven't yet had the opportunity to see, and the students that I don't have the pleasure of calling my own... I would very much like to speak with you. Privately.

[ the slightest hint of his teacher voice, but it's gone in an instant, and ozpin returns to his faint smile. he's not going to waste time concerning himself with roman torchwick or emerald or anyone else who happens to show up. they will come find him if they wish to speak more. ]

As for the rest of you, if you would indulge me with suggestions on where to locate a decent cup of coffee, I would be forever in your debt. In addition, I would also like to hear some of the positives of this place -- what do you like to do? What are your hobbies? Your work? You would be surprised how effective positivity can be in curing most problems.

{ ozpin inclines his head toward his cane (and the untouched cup), with a slightly knowing look. ]

I've had something of a rough week.

( action; locked to sun, jaune )

VOICE
This is Nova City Guardian Weiss Schnee speaking.

As of this moment, Roman Torchwick is considered a wanted fugitive. I'll offer level 5 payment as a bounty, direct from the City Guardian office. I would encourage other City Guardians to list him as a high-profile criminal as well. Torchwick's list of crimes includes murder, theft, kidnapping, torture, evading the law and that's just from his previous experience in Genessia. Back home he's done much, much worse.

If you do not have experience fighting, do not approach him. Keep in mind that to keep him alive, you'll need to break his aura but not go beyond that except to disable him. I don't care what state you bring him in provided that he's alive and secure. No one's getting paid for killing him because killing him still means he's free. Anyone found aiding, abetting, harboring, or hiding information about Roman Torchwick is considered a criminal and will be dealt with appropriately.

ACTION; Open to Remnant House / Anyone who wants to visit?
[ Once Weiss had left the Dream Docks, she went home to change clothes and check everyone's rooms. Chances were, those who didn't know what was going on would've just been going about their lives normally, maybe at work or off doing whatever errands, but she still just wanted to see if anyone was home. She wanted to see anyone. She wasn't even bothering with privacy, instead just peeking her heads into doors as she knocked. ]

Hello?

Action

( Spoilers for RWBY S03 E11 under the cut! )


Video

[Roman is usually striking because of his dashing good looks and impeccable style, but last night robbed him of those so he's had to improvise. First prop: gore. Patches of black blood stain his white coat, splashes of fresh red pop against the unhealthy pallor of his skin. He's still not sure what Grimm are made of, but he's covered in their guts and he revels in it.

His second prop is the smoldering remains of Weiss' welcoming hologram beside him. It produces the occasional flash of a smile or garbled words, but most of it is lost to sparks and smoke.

He gives the camera a smile full of teeth.]

Hello again, Genessia. Did you miss me?

[It sounds like he's swallowed glass, but his voice is steady. He pauses to light a cigar from the hologram's embers.]

It's been a while, hasn't it? I've had some time to look at my life. Really think about the choices I've made, and you-- [Something in the hologram explodes. He waits for the noise to die down. The smile never falters.] You know what I've been missing? Focus. Try to do ten things at once and you'll half-ass all of them. So here's my resolution: pick one goal and see it through till the end.

[He leans in close to the camera, all wide eyes and bloodstained smile.]

I'll be seeing you around, Little Red.

[The video cuts off.]

WHO: Bridget, Lucy, Natsu, Fairy Tail/Fayren
WHAT: Moving a powerhouse
WHEN: Sunset (+10 minutes)  Feb 21
WHERE: Fairy Tail guild
WARNINGS: TBD

There wasn't much in the way of warning with her arrival. For those who were sensitive to the energies around them it would be like a very soft whistle for a moment but for the rest of the world it would probably seem as though Bridget, along with a rather large trunk, suddenly appeared in front of the Fairy Tail guild yard. It wasn't teleportation at least, just a speed that was extremely difficult to comprehend. Pale eyes made a full sweep of the area including air and ground before starting towards the doorway with the intention to knock.

Not that it would probably be needed if her assumptions were true. There would be watchers and Natsu's nose available to announce her arrival. She did knock anyways as it was the polite thing to do.

[Filter targets: Armin, Vyers, Natsu, Lucy, Zeref, Satsuki, David, Mewtwo, Weiss, Koishi, Satori, Fai, and Sakura. There will also be a mental shield bubble attachment labeled: For Mental Protection for those who need it. The mental shield will activate any passive cluster of her telepathic threads within a mile radius to reform around the person in a protective telepathic web which protects against mind control. Also, this is made at 1am. ]

It seems that child is still of the mindset of 'my way or the highway' and will not consider any other except as lesser in value. He continues to assume that he is the only worthy rule of law and there are none who can possibly challenge his power. I had hoped that his human origin would at least give some form of understanding to maintaining a balance but... [An irritated click of her tongue.]

From what I can tell, the original balance in Everglade was maintained with shades of grey and elements of normal balancing the supernatural. Yes, there was an unease after sunset but as long as one kept out of certain areas there weren't more than the occasional nervous glances at the overgrown bushes. Necromancy was almost as helpful as harmful before the full ban and I feel it was that imbalance between normal and paranormal that caused the crack to appear.

[After a moment she'll take a deep breath.]

Well, that is my theory. But if one looks at the main traits of all five cities I found them to be linked. A past with magic, a future with technology, two cities exploring unspiritual norms versus a spiritual hot-pot, and the city between them all with a mix of each. It is almost as if this place is trying to figure out which way is better. Dracula was the first to consider the use of fear to strengthen the barrier in Everglade. I'm concerned that if previous attempts at subduing the supernatural caused a crack in the barrier, what will the return swing of the pendulum bring?

[Another pause as if Bridget is distracted by something for a moment.]

Well, that is my current main consideration on the immediate situation. I'm not discounting any number of factors including the chance Dracula might be potentially correct. But I admit to doubting due to his sudden influence over the mayor. There is another matter I suppose I should also consider.. I'm seeking advice on temporary to long term housing options. I don't mind sharing if there's ample space and a lack of loud activity while the sun is high. I also need a rather large closet area. In modern housing plans it is sometimes easier to put my bed in the closet and use the room for crafting and storage.

It was a normal night for the most part, until something... changed in the air. It was soft at first, like a whisper. However, it wasn't long before a song could be heard. As the song progressed it increased in volume and intensity, echoing through the halls from the throne of the castle. The very walls reverberated with the intensity of the song, penetrating down even to the depths of the catacombs as the lord of the castle played on a piano he had moved into the throne room recently.

As the song spread throughout the castle, the minions of Castlevania slowed their daily menial tasks to a slow, eventually stopping, eyes turning to stare in the direction of the throne. As the song finally came to an end, the minions that had weapons drew them, while the more feral creatures bore their fangs and flexed their claws. There were no words, but the message was clear even to those that did not share the same soul bond to Dracula. Castlevania was going to war.

For those that came to the throne room, they would see Dracula and a handful of his minions. A Persephone with a quill and parchment composing what looked to be some sort of address, and a selection of minions from across the castle bearing weapons and armor as Dracula considered what he would be taking into battle in the near future. The grand piano he had used to rally his minions could be seen shoved off to the side of the room, with what appeared to be a picture frame near by covered by a cloth. However one of the minions must have brushed against the cloth in the commotion, leaving it half exposed. What was visible showed the portrait of an elegant woman and a small boy. While the woman in the portrait seemed normal enough, the boy had pale almost deathlike skin...

(The woman had been surprised to find herself waking up lying in something soft and under dim lighting. She could not remember falling asleep and she had been in a much brighter place - a place of beautiful music and good company.

And it had felt like a very deep and restful sleep, though she knew she had no dreams during it and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it and she wonders if letting her eyes shut again, just for a few minutes, was something she could afford to do.

Most likely not. It was never good to keep to one place for every long. "Besides," she jested, "it was never really her style to begin with." Then she froze and her eyes opened wide - her diary, the sonic...

It was that one thought that allowed her to find the motivation to push herself up right, causing her wild curls to bounce and to grab her clutch where a small blue book should be lying in wait for her to open and begin to fill it with words of adventure and with it a sonic, the last gift she would ever be given from her husband.

She rooted through the clutch before internally sighing with relief.

"Ah good, my diary. Don't know what'd I do without that... though, I don't remember any entries about this sort of thing and I've been in quite a few binds in my time. Ah, the sonic is under it too."

The woman flips through each page and scans it intently with her eyes which narrowed as her suspicions were confirmed - there was not one entry about waking up in such a place and the diary was nearly full - was this something that still had yet to happen or did this mean something else entirely.

There weren't enough pages left for another long adventure.

It was chilling, she knew her time was coming to its end.

Then her attention was drawn the box which she carefully opens and then to the necklace, pamphlet, and the communication device which were inside with her. She sat up and pulled herself out then started pouring over the pamphlet. Then she finds herself dramatically sighing and shaking her head.

"It feels more like a collar...and it's not very cute either... and I actually have to wear it... well, what the hell? It isn't life without risk."

Then she sees the red bills and her eyebrow raises, but instead of grabbing the money she goes for the communication device instead and within a second, she has it turned onto video. Even without the pamphlet, it was primitive enough - well, by her standards.)

Well, well...

(The woman slowly moved her head around and then a very slight smile appeared on her face as she finally glanced back at the screen. She had been in a place that was no one close to a cave, and the box...she certainly would have remembered climbing into a coffin or a sleeping pod.)

Isn't this quite the surprise?

[ There's a calm smile on Bei Dou's face, although a the observant person might detect a sinister glint in his eye, and there is a slight tone of sarcasm in his voice. ]

I thought that I was done with this place, but it seems I was mistaken. How perfectly wonderful, exactly what I wished for.

Now, who would like to offer themselves up as feed to my snakes?

[ That means "I'm a bit pissed off so let me kill you a little" but perhaps that could be guessed. Of course, he doesn't expect anyone to offer themselves up wilingly by that's not a problem. ]

HEY!

[ This video is definitely set up with Liv's device leaning against something in her living room. She can't be bothered to actually face it- she's clearly doing something off screen. It's entirely possible that she's playing some kind of gaming console. From the sounds in the background, she might be shooting zombies. For the irony. She glances over at the video for a second, then keeps playing as she talks. ]

First off, thanks to everyone who ambushed me at the Christmas party to ask how this was going, it's really nice to know that I can do a job and not be hounded about it any time I go anywhere by literally everyone I talk to. Now that all of the holidays I was supposed to be enjoying are through, I'm going to go ahead and actually answer.

Most of you are probably aware I work in the morgue at the hospital, but back home I worked in the city morgue for the Seattle PD Police Department. I love lively jobs and never getting to see the sun, what can I say? The test that we were doing was a forensic technique used to age murder victims or blood samples found at crime scenes when we don't have other possible clues. I got the idea when I ran out of other things to test on some of the newcomers after some other general tests that are often run on kidnap victims. It wasn't the first test I ran, but it was definitely the only one with actual visible results.

The test typically reveals information about the age range within about 9 years by looking at a byproduct of the T-cells in the immune system. Most of the non-humanoid samples I didn't have a standard to go by, go figure, so most of those tests were inconclusive. I'll have your participation awards sent to you via mail on the 6th Friday of July. I had our lab retest the actually useful samples multiple times and the results were fairly consistent. Most of the people who come here to Genessia are currently between the ages of 0 and 10 years of age.

There are a few different explanations for this, so hey- panic on hold, it could be the least terrible of options in which.. [ She has to think for a second. David came up with this theory while she was a little bit drunk and a little bit anxiety-ridden on top of depressed. Thanks brains. It's a good thing she found a much snider snack to help her report this. ] Some forms of teleportation to other worlds apparently involve cellular breakdown and I guess the cells could've been lost during that process? I'd have to test everyone again to find out if they were missing anything else considering how specific it would have to be to just be missing that. Great theory David, I'm sure all teleportation specifically leaves out tiny cells that hint at what age you are. Other options include that we're all clones of whoever we look like or someone made us up in entirety and none of our lives are real.

[ On second thought, this was probably a terrible brain to eat before making this announcement. She puts the controller down finally and gives the camera two thumbs up and the most sarcastic smile possible. ]

Happy New Year everyone!

[ And the video feed ends on her leaning over the edge of her couch to turn it off. ]

[Belle had started to feel a bit better since her little trip to the Dream Docks and she was starting to get back into the pattern of being as social as she could be. Today was no exception as she made a post, all the while trying her best to smile.]

It's nearly the end of the year already. It was only two months ago since I arrived, so it feels...strange knowing that.

[For once she didn't appear to be reading and there were no books near by, in fact there were many different things she had been thinking about, so much so she hadn't decided to read.]

I guess because of it, I've been thinking. With everything we have been through both here and at home... I guess I'm going to ask what other peoples New Year Resolutions will be. [She paused for a moment.] I know people usually go with getting fit and things like that... but I'm curious as to what people might try and do to change.

[She looks to the side for a moment, as if thinking something over.] I think for me... I'm going to try and be a better person and follow my dream of going out in the world and exploring it more. Even if there are only five cities who knows what they have within those walls.

[She gives a light chuckle.] Also I have some personal goals I want to achieve, but those right now are secret.

From the entrance of the Archway into Attleton, a lone figure could be seen standing there, golden locks swaying in the breeze as he looked upon the city. "Hmph. Such a dismal place." he muttered softly as a ripple of golden light appeared over his hand. From the light a lone feather drifted down, the man grasping it at the tip and holding it over his head.

All throughout Attleton there would be a rather large earthquake with its origin point coming from the man as the ground around him trembled, shattered, and came together again, rising up to form soldiers made from stone, each one clad in stone armor with a variety of weapons. Hundreds of soldiers rose to thousands as they all took shape and form, standing in formation as they awaited the one who summoned them.

[Pulling out his communicator, Gilgamesh turned the camera on, focusing on the multitude of soldiers that were now at his command.]

Hear me, Oh citizens of Attleton.

[Even now his voice is booming loudly and full of the charismatic presence that had drawn eyes to him wherever he went.]

It has come to my attention that you are being lead by an inept soul whose only value is in how entertaining a mongel he is. I plan on rectifying that. Thus, I do declare in the divinity that is within me, that I am to become the next Guardian of this Archway effective immediately. Any who dare to say otherwise, will find themselves attacked by my new army, courtesy of a magical feather artifact I found.

[The camera is turned around so it shows Gilgamesh in his golden armor, radiating a bright light as he stares impassively into the screen.]

And to those who seek me out for the feather or to rescue this songbird, [Panning up to show Sakura in that golden bird cage hanging above him.] be prepared for death. I will show no mercy to those who deny my right as King. Though if you are amusing enough, perhaps I will let you live and entertain me. So come! Come and meet your doom or bow down like the mongrels you are and greet your new King!

(OOC: Better late than never, right? ... Right? Just a warning I can probably only squeeze in about 4 people to respond to if anyone wants to respond to this, sorry. D:)

Good afternoon, everyone. It appears that 'pocket monster fever' has once against struck Genessia. Even I am not immune to the somewhat addictive task of capturing the lot of them. Seeing these creatures bring us together, whether it be through battling, trading, and other creative forms of interaction is awe-inspiring, and I forsee our shining moments continuing to inspire us to accomplish great things for many days to come. Continue to work hard, for on the 30th I plan to declare a two day open challenge.

[Satsuki seems more annoyed than pleased. On the other hand, that is more or less her default expression, isn't it?]

Now, if I could be serious for a moment, It has come to my attention that someone or some people have decided to take advantage of the current 'pocket monster' craze and cause an uptick of criminal mischief in Nova City. It is still being determined if this is solely Rocket behavior or not, but I feel now would be a good time to make reintroduce myself and make something clear.

For those who do not know, I am Satsuki Kiryuin, current Guardian of Nova City. I credit my success in having gained a second term to those of you who believe in my ability to maintain discipline and order and I thank you for that. That said, as of now, security in Nova City will be increased until this event has passed and anyone caught conspiring with these 'Rockets' will face a doubled penalty.

Finally, as you journey through Nova, do not hesitate to report any suspicious activity to the Guardian Office, even if it is an anonymous tip.

Thank you for your time.

[Voice]

It has been some time, and I see that the creatures that are causing so much commotion around here are unlike anything I have seen before. That aside, I wish to ask the public a question. Should those who are undead truly be punished by Everglade's guardian for simply existing? It is not the dead who choose to roam the earth once more, and outlawing their existence is rather like blaming a man for being in the way of a knife as it sinks into his back.

[Action]

[It had been some time since Dracula had come out of his chambers in the Inverted Castle, leaving his house guests to fend for themselves. He had been both laying low since the encounter with Everglade's spirit, but also gathering his strength and attempting to come up with a plan of attack to destroy the spirit as well. Today however, he is in his throne room, looking... tired. Moreso than the walking corpse usually does. He had already dispatched a Fleaman to summon Sakuya to the throne, but it would undoubtedly be some time before the jittery creature approached her. For now, he simply sat, staring at the goblet of blood in his hand.]

[ Shortly after dropping Satsuki in a ditch somewhere (read: going their separate ways), Lucy and Natsu continued on to drop off their bounty to get their pay before heading home. Lucy deliberately picked a path that skirted away from where the building that the guild was supposed to be in, was. In fact, the apartment she'd picked out was even further away from the guild building than the inn was.

Speaking of apartments - she tucked the cloaks she received under an arm (or passed them over to Natsu if he wanted to hold them for a moment) and turned on her device, the video feed showing a slightly scuffed up but smiling blonde. ]

Those smugglers that were harassing the unicorns were taken care of - thankfully. Hopefully no one else gets it in their head to bother them- and hopefully the unicorns themselves have learned their lesson about going near people. I'm sure they did. Anyway, got some neat new magic cloaks out of the mission - that was a nice surprise!

Oh, Wendy, Levy, just thought I'd let you know, but I've moved out of the Inn. I'm staying in an apartment on the edge of town.

[ So if they go looking for her at the Inn and don't see her, that'd be why. That'd also be why a certain other Dragonslayer won't be there. That message passed, she closed the phone and tucked it into her pocket before glancing at her partner. ]

Before we head back, I want to stop and pick up some things. [ Bandages and such mainly. For obvious reasons. ]

ACTION; OTA (First Arrival)
[ As soon as Buffy wakes up, she doesn't hesitate to bolt up into a sitting position, knocking the stuff that was given to her into the side of the cocoon. She looks in all directions rapidly, her hand reaching to the scythe at her side. Definitely not the epitome of safe placement, but she's slept with dangerous things before. No big. What was slightly scarier was the fact that it was lined with silk on all sides. The last time she woke up in something like that.. But it was just a creepy pond coffin, not one six feet under.

But there's still no one there, which has Buffy on guard even more. Just finished saving the world for the umpteenth time from the biggest bad yet and went to go take the world's longest nap sesh... only to wake up shortly after in a little pond coffin. ]

Come on. Big bad, vanquished? No more Hellmouth? There are only so many things you can put me through without giving me a break for things like sleeping and not living out of a school bus, Universe.

[ Buffy quickly grabbed the bag of weird-looking balls and the little box, briefly looking at what was in there but not bothering to read it before putting it away (later sure, in safer areas), taking mʔ up in her other hand and hopping out of the cocoon. After nearly attempting to decapitate the hologram when it jumps up on her, she got the information from it and definitely wasn't buying that this was some kind of weird happy world where people were actually safe while under kidnapping. Time to explore and potentially find a place to store the threatening-looking scythe at her side before someone thinks she's the one with the bad intentions and get something much easier to conceal. Like a normal stake and sleeves that don't look like she was involved in the collapse of an entire city. ]

VIDEO; OTA
[ Once she was in a place that she felt was relatively easy to watch her back in, barring demons through walls (very hopefully barring), Buffy finally took a few minutes to read through the pamphlet and turned the video phone on. ]

Anyone want to tell me what the balls are for or am I just supposed to press the buttons and find out? Messing with things before you understand them? Historically not a good idea unless you're aiming for bad.

Also in desperate need of shoes and clothes. [ There's still a scratch on her forehead and blood on her shirt peeking out of the khaki-colored jacket on her shoulders. It looks like she got stabbed with something, but she seems to be doing remarkably well despite the bloodstains. ] And a way back, but it sounds like you're all out of that last one.