[The camera flips on to reveal a pretty young woman who at the moment is covered in bruises. But beyond that and her being soaking wet from getting out of the bay she's in one piece all things considered. And after a few minutes of playing with the feed she speak.]

I think I must have hit that desk a bit harder than expected.

But matters of concern: dry clothes and finding the short term housing. And if anyone knows how to repair a broken earpiece on glasses that would be a massive plus.

[Action]

[It was night time in Genessia and in the Bay, a new resident has woken up. This time, a middle-aged man has just woken up from his pod and right now, he was completely confused at his new surroundings.]

Huh? This isn't my lab. How did I get here?

[Sure, he didn't remember when he gone home to his lab beforehand. However, he did remember that he talked to his former lab assistant, Alain before the finals where he was about face against Ash Ketchum. After that, he remembered nothing until when he woke up, he found himself lying on a cocoon inside a cave with a box lying on his chest. While he was still confused at why he was here, he remained calm as he checked through his pockets until he found a Poke Ball, causing him to sigh in relief that his Pokemon is still with him.

Eventually, after he went through the contents of the box, he left the Bay, now wearing the necklace from the box as he read through the pamphlet to get some answers on where he was right now. If you like, you can come up behind him and either help him out or say hi (or try to scare him).]

[Video]

[As the video starts, everyone can see a black-haired middle-aged, yet handsome man wearing his blue long-sleeved shirt on a screen. While he was still getting used to the fact he was "kidnapped" like the woman said in the holographic video, he remained calm as he stared right at the camera.]

Hi there. My name is Augustine Sycamore and I might need some help. I was hoping if anyone might give me a tour around the city. Don't worry, I'll try to find somewhere to stay until then. Thank you in advance.

[He was about to turn off the video when he realizes something...]

One more thing, I'm also a Pokemon Professor from the Kalos region, so do Pokemon inhabit in this city as well?

[Sure, he's in another world unaware of what it contains, but since he IS the Pokemon Professor, it can't hurt to ask.]

 Conan wasn't usually interested in every day theft. Most of the time it was barely a challenge at all, and he preferred to put his deductive skill towards more difficult cases.

But every now and then, something caught his interest. And his so-called cat burglar qualified. A burglar who left a calling card. He was rather interested to see if there would be any challenge in it.

It is only the matter of a few minutes to research the criminal's past activities and to calculate the site of his next burglary.

And with that, Conan is out the door on the way to the criminal's next target. An office building in downtown Genessia City which happened to house the offices of a jewelry company.

Being Conan, he doesn't bother to tell anyone what he is doing.

[Conan looks happy... in comparison to his usual sourness.  He knew that this wasn't the true Beika, no more than the London he had once seen in a virtual reality computer game had been the London of Holmes.

Still, it raised his mood just to see it for the first time in years. He hadn't dared to go near the agency yet, of course. He wasn't sure what his reaction would be if there were copies here of people he knew. ]

I know that these places are just copies, but it's really quite amazing how close they come. I-

[He breaks off his comment as something catches his attention. Conan pauses for a second in thought, and then frowns as he comes to a quick decision.]

And I'm going to have to finish this later. Sorry Dairine, looks like I'll be late getting home.

Let's just make something completely clear here, yoi.

Chickens have rights.

[.... That was one of hell of a non sequitur.] And anyone who thinks people won't complain about anything you eat is just fooling themselves. I come from a world where even plants are sentient and talk sometimes. And if Big Mama's souls get into the homies around her, all food talks and has eyes and ears and babbles about weird shit like whether or not they'll be tasty. And humans freak out all the time about others eating bugs, even though you'll eat fish and birds that eat bugs, and that's worse because it just means entropy is happening and you're getting less energy value from it. Or do you just like the waste and taste of chaos? Besides, do you know what lobster is? Sea bugs.

I'm not saying don't ever eat anything. I'm saying, you're all disgusting. [Points a finger. Isn't he great?] Have you ever heard of-- [HAS TO STOP HIMSELF FROM THROWING UP SORRY, complete with fist over his mouth, quietly breathing to stay deadpan.] balut? [DUN DUN DUN. Also clearly from his face, this is the most heinous thing he's ever heard of.] It makes the satire A Modest Proposal by Jonathon Swift seem absolutely humane, yoi! And for those who don't know, he was suggesting convincing the nobles to start eating babies that would otherwise starve to death. And that's not even the sick part, the sick part is that the nobles were only mad that the babies weren't good enough for them to eat. Kind of like veal. Which is baby calves. Only not only is it baby calves, they can only be fed milk or they stop tasting like newborns. You freaks.

[ARMFOLD.] So before you start worrying about whether sharks eating sharks is cannibalism, or whether it's okay to eat humans, or only non-humans, or if fish can feel pain, let me just tell you. They all have lives, and you know what nuts and berries are? Sex organs of plants. You know why testes are called nuts? That's why! And berries are just like ovaries. And hell, caviar is considered by weirdo humans to be a delicacy and that's just literally going into a fish and scraping out her eggs. Humans either just never think of how disgusting it is, or they learn to stop caring.

But if you care about one food today, don't eat balut. It's filthy and wrong and you should be ashamed. Go eat plant testes. Or bee vomit. You sickos. You disgust me.

Oi, but seriously. Chickens have rights. Just because you raise them as food doesn't mean you can treat them like slaves, scrape out their eggs, or cut off their beaks. Let them live in peace, and grow nice and big, and then you can do the food thing. Because otherwise someday a giant bird might just decide to eat you. [If only Buggy were here to testify...]

[But that appears to be the end of his rant. Finally.]

[Action: However speaking of giant birds.... There's an extra huffy sparkly blue phoenix hanging around the outdoor cafes, hissing and glaring at anyone who orders eggs for brunch today. :| It's just one of those days.... Bet you wish there was a vigilante to help stop him now, huh? Well, maybe not. Or maybe you can stop him. BE THE HERO THAT NON-VEGANS NEED EVEN IF THEY DO NOT DESERVE!]

[ooc: Do not google balut if you are squeamish about half-grown ducks or chickens still in the eggs.]

Who: Open to anyone who wants to attend
What: A Masquerade! Complete with masks, costumes, music and food.
WhenSaturday August 20th 8pm-midnight
Where: Genessia
Warnings: Tag them if they apply

( Come dance away the rest of the summer )

[Conan smiles brightly into the camera as he adjusts his glasses. For once, he looks rather cheerful. And not in the creepy was he employed when he was trying to get something from someone.]

Hello!  I'm just letting everyone know that I finally decided to start my own business.  From now on I'm going to be running a detective agency in Genessia City.

I'm willing to take any kind of case, no matter how large or small. The more difficult it is, the more interesting it is to solve. And I have experience with a lot of different kinds of cases. 

[he peers into the camera for a moment, seemingly undecided about something. Then raises a hand]

Hello... I've taken the job of an elementary school teacher, because... .... No I don't feel like explaining.

[but he sets the camera down and tries to adjust himself so he's mostly in the frame. It doesn't work very well and the tie looks a little more like this]

Is this outfit appropriate?

[he hopes so... he's already paid the tailor an absorbent amount.]

video;

[A blond haired man appears on screen, the expression on his face friendly if somewhat tense. Steve has experienced some pretty strange things in his life, and if it's taught him anything it's the importance of being on your guard; especially when you're lacking needed information or control of the situation. Which, in this case, he has neither.

Glimpses of the magazine stand can be seen behind him, making his location clear. As far as starter information begins, he has to admit that it succinctly explains the situation and offers a jumping point for people to find housing and jobs, but at the same time it doesn't offer much information on what he's mostly concerned with; returning home.]

Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I'm a new arrival here and I have some additional questions that I have not found answered so far. Miss Schnee mentions that no one yet knows how to return home, but that they are people working towards that goal here. For those people I have to ask, has anything of interest been discovered? What kind of progress has been made regarding returning home? I would also like to offer my assistance in this where it's needed, either it be to a group working together in this or individuals who wouldn't mind sharing information.

[His situation back home might be precarious at best, but he has people relying on him that he needs to return to. This talk of creating a life here might sound nice in theory, but the fact is that they're all prisoners here, whether they like it or not. And that does not endear this place to Steve. He's already had to rebuild a new life once.]

I'm also interested in any information that might be good for a new comer to know. Anything that might not have been mentioned in the brochures. [Most of which he's at least skimmed.] Even if you think I might have heard it before, feel free to share whatever information you think might be important.

[He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. He knows he needs to ask, but he's not sure what kind of response he would prefer. What would be better; having people from his world here just as stuck as he is, or being here alone?]

...If the name Captain America means anything to anyone, let me know.

around Genessia;

[Steve is a little wary of attempting to access one of the other cities and so he keeps to Genessia for now, exploring the city and getting to know his surroundings. He can be found in various places around the city such as the Bright Sky Diner, stopping in for a quick lunch, the Employment Building, the Garden Park, and more!]

video | ota
[ Standing near the entrance to the Bay was a man of average height sporting a rather striking three piece suit and tinted sunglasses. His posture was composed and the persona he projected quite obviously calculated. Upon closer inspection it might be apparent through small points of behavior or in the way he forced his smile that he was much more tired than he cared for anyone to know.

Regardlesss, there had been very few times in Tony Stark's life where he didn't feel the need to engage in theatrics. It was what he had been taught, and it was his way to hide. A safe place to reside in a situation that, had he not already become intimately familiar with things beyond the knowledge of most, would likely have broken him even further than he already was.

Really, it was about needing to stay in control.

The way he looked into the camera was like he had done it a hundred or even a thousand times. He didn't seem to be phased by public speaking at the very least. ]

Greetings, citizens of... Genessia? It was Genessia, right?

[ He put a finger up and pulled out the map he'd arrived with. It went back out of view into his chest pocket after a few moments of being studied. ]

Yep. Just confirmed it in case anyone didn't know. By the way? Shout out to the kind folks who left me the goodie box. Way generous. Wouldn't have expected it. Can only assume the party was great and I was at least 5% sober when I agreed to trans-dimensional travel.

[ He gave a charming grin. ]

Now, I'm not one to be a rude guest -- but curiosity, you know? I can't help but think all of this isn't as simple as the welcoming committee -- again, God bless their souls -- made it out to be. Therefore I come to you, the humble public. Simply put, I'm looking for information. What goes on around here, where you're from, any sort of important details that could have, I don't know, slipped between the cracks? I'm interested. Hit me up.

[ He gave a lazy peace sign and proceeded to pick up the device he'd been using to record on, but just before turning it off he paused and held it up selfie style. ]

Almost forgot. Name's Tony Stark. Expect to hear it a lot.

action, various locations around genessia city & nova city | ota
[ After his successful performance, Tony decided the best course of action was to see everything that he could see. He could be found at various odd locations throughout Genessia City during the day, and Nova City later into the evening. Running into him anywhere and everywhere was very much possible. ]

anonymous text | ota
Need to know if anyone from home is here.

Tell me what the initials S.H.I.E.L.D stood for as proof.

xoxo

 [The video feed opens with the sound of hoarse coughing. After a moment it focuses, revealing a rather miserable looking kid. He sneezes.]

Oi Dairine? Could you pick up a facemask and medicine on the way home?

[Conan hated getting colds. They always seemed to hit his child body so much worse than when he had been a teenager.]

[ Atem is sitting at the counter of the Kame Game Shop. No one is in right now and so it seems the perfect time to be asking a question that has had him wondering for a while now.

Or, since Yugi started talking about his birthday. ]

If one was given the date of the 19th of the third month of Harvesting season in a calendar from an ancient civilization, do they know of any way to translate it into a date in today's era?

[ He can't help it, that's what he remembers his date of birth being. But that was over a thousand years ago. ]

[The video feed opens to a rather tired looking Conan sitting in front of the dream docks.]

I'm back. Anyone know how long I was gone? And has anything happened here? 

[He doesn't say anything about what happened while he was dreaming of home. Conan supposed it was good to know that nothing much had changed back home, but he didn't really consider the details to be anyone's business. Dairine would just complain about his recklessness again.

He couldn't help but feel a little grateful that the dreaming docks were just that. Only dreams. It saved him from having to deal with all the minor injuries he'd picked up in this last case.]

[ the young woman that appears on the videophone gives no introduction, speaking with the air of someone who usually doesn't require one. it's deliberate, though not at all arrogant. relena is curious to see if anyone does recognize her, for recognition in and of itself would be telling — and she hopes that they do, for that would mean weiss schnee's introduction was false and there's no need to contend with being a sudden citizen of another world. ]

I'm told this world is safe, and while mine may not have always been the safest, at least there I understood why I was being kidnapped.

 [There was a cake in Conan's room.

It had arrived by surprise, with no explanation on why it was there, and no evidence on how it had arrived there,

Conan was not very fond of surprises.]

Somebody broke into my room and left a cake there. Does anyone know why?

Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: Genessia
When: Now
Warnings: None

Conan had always done his best thinking when kicking around a soccerball.

There was something familiar about just spending time practicing some of his favorite soccer tricks. And best of all, no one ever gave a kid playing soccer a second glance.

Which was why he was outside today. He'd found an empty wall near his apartment in Genessia, and so he'd taken the chance of a free day to come out here. He'd started with the simple kicks. Bit after a few minutes he'd switched over to practicing complicated rebounds off the wall.

After all, one never knew when something like that would be useful. 

[ Lupin has spent a few days getting to know his surroundings, without making much of a fuss. Although some people might have seen a wet and disgruntled Frenchman at the Bay around the time the thief first arrived. Either way, he's returned to his smiling, cheerful self by now, since he's not soaked and cold any more. ]

Bonjour~♥ [ He waves a little wave. ] I'm Erin Asplune, [ which, if you were to give that any thought, is an anagram of "Arsene Lupin" but sssh, he managed to change that in the phone so you can't tell that he's lying. ] it's nice to meet you~ This sleek little trinket seems to be fairly handy, does it not? It is quite different from any device that I have encountered before, and I have travelled to many places before.

Please tell an ignorant Frenchman; where is it possible to find the prettiest clothes and do you think it's possible to work there~?

[ See, he loves pretty and beautiful things, and while he is very multi-talented, he wants to keep it under wraps just a little while at least. If his dear Sherlock were to show up, of course, he would be so busted, but that's fine. But he loves dressing up and he's got disguises under his white and blue garb. ]