[The transmission might crackle and rustle, and all one can see is a deep reddish shadow, as if someone has their thumb over the camera. A husky tenor voice with a cultured sound to it speaks.]

What is the manner of this device or engine? To what purpose was it built for? It appears to pertain to communication, but how does it function?

[A light clearing of the throat.]

Excuse me, I am Mister Howard P. Lovecraft, formerly of Providence, Rhode Island, and now... by some mysterious means, transported to this fair city. Might anyone explain as to why we are brought to this place, myself in particular, as I have... a writing deadline to meet. [He sounds rather concerned by this fact.]

[At length, the reddish shadow moves away and the speaker, a lantern-jawed man in his early forties, dark blond hair and grey eyes, comes into view, studying the device.

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[As the video comes to life, it shows a petite girl with short, messily cut red hair and startling golden eyes. She seems to be fiddling with the device until the last minute, causing it to shake and the camera to move all over the place.]

How- Does- This- Woooork? Is it magic? I'm not picking up any magical auras. [She begins tapping it with her finger.] Hellooo? Are you alive? My name is Silicon. I know this is troublesome of me, little box friend, but might you assist me? Are you my friend, or my enemy-- [She must have been waking while she played with the device, because Weiss' welcoming message can suddenly be heard in the background.

Silicon shrieks and throws the device against a wall.]

GHOOOOST!

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[This is followed by Silicon tearing out of the Bay as fast as her legs can carry her. A big thank you to everyone who tried to make the Bay a calm and informative experience. But you missed the mark on this girl.]

Ghooost! Waaah-haaa I don't know any holy arts! What do I do, what do I do--- Ha! [She skids to a stop, still in a panic. Realizing she's surrounded by civilians and afraid she's led the ghost into this ?town? It looks funky. Silicon spins her long wand and turns to face the "ghost."] I-I can't let it hurt these people--- eh?

Where'd it go? Why's it not following me? H-Hey, I'm worthy prey, aren't I?

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[And now she's back! Having returned to the Bay to pick up her device, after someone hopefully told her what it is. She's poking at it again, but this time she's not shaking it or anything.]

H-Hello? Is it true I can talk to people in this box? Is anyone there? May I speak to someone, please?

[Video]

Well. That was exciting.

[Presumably he means his arrival, since his is an unfamiliar face.]

Where does one go for fun around here?

[There are probably more important things to tend to first, Lucifer.]

[Action: Genessia City]

It's a good thing that he'd woken up in some place where no one else could see him -- and that he'd figured out that his true face was showing so he could hide it again -- because until he figures out what sort of place this is, it's better not to go showing it off to anyone he comes across. Especially given what happened the first time he did that.

So the strangest thing about this man strolling through Genessia City is his clothing. Not the fact that it's an expensive suit, bespoke, not off-the-rack. It's more the state of it: crisp white shirt marred by what appears to be several bullet holes, though not stained by blood and he himself has no injuries; a tear in the left jacket sleeve, and what appears to be blood if looked at closely enough. Otherwise his clothes are clean and impeccably cared for.

Where is he going? He doesn't know, but that's never stopped him before. If he acts like he belongs for long enough, then he's sure to figure something out soon enough.