Who: Gale, Silicon, Lioriley and Aymeric
What: Gale leapt off a speeding train with Silicon. Now they kinda need to be found and picked up. Oops.
Where: Somewhere in Everglade (then probably Fayren)
When: Day 3 of the Doom Train (August 20??)

( Why couldn't someone have suplexed that train? )

Good morning to those who were not murdered in their sleep by Mr. Mime.

[At this point, Gale was getting pretty sick and tired of hunting for these weird monsters that were around the cities. Sure, he loved the ones he's gotten so far, but he was well content on being done with it. How many do you really need? Plus he had other things on his mind anyway. Maybe that's why he kept dragging himself out, to keep himself occupied from the dozens of questions flooding his mind because of Aymeric's appearance. And now he has two of those master balls so he has to make at least one more trip out. But not today. Today he's at Garden Park looking pretty tired, and he's got a number of food containers with him. Delphox seems to be guarding them, while Gale is sitting next to them with his phone out.]

With the arrival of our... numerous new companions, I took to the library and located resources on food they prefer. [He gestured to the containers next to him and Delphox.] I've spent many an hour cooking a variety. If any would care to bring their companions to Garden Park to try some and pick some up, you're more than welcome. [A pause.] Do remember these are for Pokemon.

[He wasn't sure what else to say, but it almost seemed silly to only make a video just about offering treats to other trainers. He hesitated before shrugging.]

And for what it is worth to some, I am currently in talks for taking the "clubs" that my namesake left behind under my wing. T'is the least I can do for him, I feel.


[Fayren - Lioriley's Cottage (Private to Lioriley and Aymeric)]

[Gale had made several batches of the Pokemon food specifically for Lior, figuring she had quite a number with her between her own catches and Estinien's. And she put up with Estinien for this long, it was the least Gale could do in return. Not that he had any strong attachment to the guy (especially this one, the one from another timeline), but he had to repay Lior's kindness in some manner. Moreso since she played along with Aymeric's prank on the dragoon.

So he would eventually go to Fayren, with Druddigon and Delphox in tow helping him carry the food he made. It was... a lot... but Gale had spent quite some time in the kitchen and cooking. "Quite some time" translated into days, actually, but it's a good pastime and it meant keeping all the Pokemon fed.

Once he got to the cottage, he looked over his shoulder at Druddigon and Arden before adjusting the containers in his own arms so he could knock on the door with the back of his hand. Hopefully she was in, otherwise he'd have to either leave the food here with a note or carry it all back to Nova.]

[ The video isn't actually started by Aymeric, as one might expect. Considering he's less about making waves and more about adjusting it's not too surprising that he hasn't been bugging people yet. His newfound companion decides that it's been ignored far too long and that it's time to make a scene. Enter in one friendly neighborhood popplio! Whose taking up the video feed and instantly starts showing off. Blowing bubbles to juggle on his nose, clapping happily because look at him go! He gets to see himself and show off! What a wonder! Which means the noise has gotten the attention of his owner who comes over and sits down, taking popplio into his lap. ]

You've quite the energy to spare. I thought to wear you out yet here you are, a potential fount of energy. [ he shakes his head and grabs his device ]

My apologies for the disruption. It seems that idle hands are quite the problem. Which does bring the question how does one keep themselves busy enough not to dwell upon other concerns?

Who: Lioriley and you sicknasty pokemon trainers
What: it's pokemon time
When: JULY just. all of it.
Where: All of the wheres

JULY 1ST
( Lioriley has no idea what a Pokemon is, but that sure doesn't stop her from venturing to find out. At the lab she's seen looking over the starters, her eyes wide and her expression a mix of intrigue and absolute awe at the sight of them all. It seems to be increasingly difficult for her to find one that suits her - but when she does, it's the sweet little Oshawott that ends up cradled in her arms.

After she has chosen and taken her pokeballs, she spins on her heel and heads for the door. Just outside of the lab she stands, the Oshawott in the crook of her arm as she frantically tries to scribble something down in a notebook. Whenever anyone approaches she smiles, and when they come back out she seems eager to see what they have come out with, if anything. )

Oh, did you have as much trouble deciding as I had? I wanted to take them all with me... ( Rip. )


( Later she can be seen around Fayren, still taking notes every so often when she comes across a new Pokemon. At one point she's crouching down, chin in her palms and elbows on her knees as two small Pokemon stand in front of her. Her Oshawott, and now a Ralts, listening to her as she speaks to them. The conversation is, admittedly, one sided as she questions them. )

Do you have names?

( A reply in the form of, you know, pokemon names and curious cocks of their heads. Lioriley scrunches her nose up. )

No, no, other names like - Like my name is Lioriley. Um. Hm. ( HOW do you explain this. ) Nicknames? Something unique. ( It's the Oshawott that chirps a reply, patting its flipper on Lioriley's arm and grinning as it nods its head. You do you, new mom. She smiles and continues chatting at them. It's real dumb. )


( ooc: if you want a specific thread going hmu @ tigerlili#2977 on discord, OR winemom )

[The video shows Eijiro sitting inside of one of the comfortably sized apartments in the Haunted Mansion in Everglade. He's confused, visibly shaken up, but he's got a forced smile on his face pretty quickly. He's a man, and men aren't afraid of ghosts! But goodness, the handprint on the wall behind him is blood and he knows it. And the light from the old lamp keeps flickering on and off, and he's had the ghost landlord show up behind him twice already today. So the lack of privacy alone is enough to have him a little unsettled.]

So let's get to know each other. I'm Kirishima, and I'm new to-[His voice cuts off, as a couple of candles float past him. This is out of control. He opens his mouth to speak again, and this time the lights go out entirely, leaving him in the dark with the candles floating around him as the main light source.] This is just like a horror movie... Hey! Anyone out there, do you know how to fight a ghost? 'Cause my front door disappeared, and I think this is going to head into a boss battle.

( Lioriley just barely catches her bearings upon arrival, meandering aimlessly into the city with no real destination. A vague recollection of the strange metal buildings around her sparks somewhere in the back of her mind, but vanishes just as quickly. She feels as if she might have been here before, but there is no possible way she could have.

She would linger on that thought longer, were it not for a sudden yelp (or shriek, or thump, or whatever) of pain coming from nearby. Someone, somehow, has hurt themselves - either by accident, or through some violent act of another - and Lioriley quickly jumps into action. )

Are you alright? What happened? ( Slender fingers, dark with twisting bright blue lines reach out instinctively toward wherever their injury may be, wisps of color dancing off the tips as surges of healing energy suddenly pulse into them. )

While the party isn’t due to start for a good while, Fama’s crew has arrived excruciatingly early to make the most of the promised sunrise and their talent’s time. Most of the crew are milling about under the tent around the coffee bar that’s been so generously erected in the sand when they’re not prepping the area for the shoot.

When the talent arrives, they’re greeted by an array of staff members and stylists armed with swag bag totes filled with necessities for the day- water bottles, sunscreen, etc.- and a cap and a white, full zip sweatshirt tailored to just their size, all baring the company’s logo. Maybe a little out of place, given the sudden heat wave, but the weather has promised them a perfect day for the beach at a cozy 72 degrees… and a somewhat chilly morning, especially for those expected to pose in the early tides.

The talent is free to mingle, encouraged to get some coffee and breakfast from the spread, get to know one another, and chat about their upcoming performances for the day when they’re not busy with their shoots or slates, be they promotional for the company brand or for pre-agreed projects for clients.



The music starts long before anyone ever takes the stage, but when it finally stops and the chattering from the crowd dies down…the party really begins.

The lights finally move into action and cast their effects onto the stage and over the dancers suddenly bursting to life for the crowd. The welcome song is upbeat and… honestly borderline obnoxious, but it’s definitely there to set the mood for a massive beach party. Dove, today’s MC and resident ray-of-sunshine archangel takes the stage toward the end of the song to finish out the number with her fellow performers, then applauds along with the crowd as the group exits the stage and a new set arrives.

“Hey everyone,” she purrs over the microphone, breaking her ‘come hither’ character almost immediately and laughing as the crowd jumps to life again. There’s no point in even trying to subdue her bright and sunny attitude, even for a quick tease. “Welcome to Fama’s Beach Party of 2018!”

The onstage band starts another song, just the beat, and she continues her greeting over it, all the while playfully pacing the stage.

“If you haven’t caught on by now, I’ll be yours all afternoon, evening, and well into the morning if you’ll have me~” Alright, maybe she hasn’t entirely dropped the flirty bit- “We have some amazing performances coming your way today, and plenty to do along the shore, so kick back, grab a drink, and just let go. The day is ours so Let’s party!”

From there, she jumps right into the first two songs, then relinquishes the stage to the next long sequence of performers, only interrupting to introduce each musical guest.

She’ll be back here and there throughout the performances with a few playful songs and teasing one liners of her own to keep the party going.

“This is going to get me in so much trouble, but show of hands, who out there is single tonight?”

PARTY PLAYLIST (Will update as performances are posted in threads!)





Volleyball tourney

Further from the stage, Volleyball courts have been marked out with foam posts, nets stretched taut across the centers. There’s a staff member at each of the first few with a clipboard, ready to welcome teams to the pits and referee, while some of the courts further down are meant simply for fun (or practice). So grab some friends, a Fama beach ball, and ready, set, spike!


House Boat

Link and Sidon’s apartment that they shared was, indeed, a boat. So of course they had to bring it right to the party! The beaches were filled up, but their house boat was available for partying as well. While on it music played loudly, drinks were colds and in coolers that were scattered about the deck area. The music meant someone could dance, but also sit and chat while on the deck of the boat.


Feel free to swim out here and grab a cold one and enjoy some music! Sidon will have his Wailord out as well, moving through the waters. Jump on the back of this massive whale and enjoy the sun in style!


Races!

Along the shore of the waters, people will find jet skis that have been supplied for them. Whoever would like is able to pair up, or possibly challenge Sidon who is hosting this event. These jet skis are for races, and whoever wins gets bragging rights and the satisfaction of being the fastest! Do not worry about possibly falling off at any point, Sidon and his Pokemon will be in the water to assist. Samurott and Gyarados will be at the ready for any individuals that may topple into the waters.

Pair up and move out!

Surfing/jetskis/diving/kites/etc

For the less competitive party goers, there are also jet skis and surfboards along the shore further down, well out of the range of the races, should anyone want to partake. Just ask the guy in the Fama shirt, and he’ll hook you up with the equipment, while some of the other attendees might hook you up with some gnarly waves, dude.


The breeze also seems to be exceptionally cooperative today as well, even with the thirty degree drop in heat from the previous days. Grab a kite and try it out!




It would be a long, LONG day with no food or drink around. No one wants to be parched while they party!


Luckily for the crowds, there are stations scattered all around the event with spreads of fruits and veggies and treats of all types, all provided by local businesses from the area, but the centerpiece of it all is the large hut, surrounded by tables, chairs, and umbrellas under which one can find a fully stocked, well-staffed bar (provided, of course, by one Gale Reinhardt) and a grill covered in fare sizzling under the watch of today’s keyblade grill-master, Lea.


The hut is also conveniently home to a large display of merchandise for sale featuring the celebrities performing and currently in attendance. Snag a poster, album, or shirt (or two…or five) and hunt down your idols for autographs!




When Dove returns to the stage, the mood changes completely. She’s forgone her swimwear and changed into something much more romantic, hair in long waves cascading over her shoulder and her happy angel’s glow subtle and warm. The lights dim low until only she and the musicians are visible with soft lights- The sky will be the focus true for this one.


The show starts off as soft and sweet, fireworks popping up here and there in quiet pastels. The next song builds with a show of silver and gold then leads into the next and then final songs with a full array of colors.

The music can be heard anywhere along the beach, as the feed from the stage area will be pumped along through speakers spread here and there, take a seat, cuddle up with that special someone (or another drink), and enjoy the show.


Just because the sun is disappearing doesn’t mean the fun is slowing down! Glowing lights strung from umbrellas and posts that seem to be popping up along the shore, keeping things fairly well lit, but much more soothing than earlier in the day.

The Volleyball courts have now been outfitted with backlights and buckets of glow paint, should anyone wish to paint on and glo up in support of their team…or just for fun for photos!

There are also now staff members and photographers handing out sparklers, careful to pass on the safety instructions, but cheerfully enabling everyone to have fun!

The roll of the ocean and now (somehow) clear skies set the perfect mood for a stroll down the beach, away from the energy and volume of the crowds. It’s a beautiful evening, and the stars seem to provide a perfect sense of peace in stark contrast to the jam packed area near the stage.

The music continues right up until the last hour, at which point Dove takes the stage for one last time. The song is a little different, still energetic, but as it’s finally winding down and fading out, Dove takes her last bow and waves her goodbyes. “I, along with the Fama family want to thank each and every one of you gorgeous people for joining us today! We had a ton of fun, and hope you did too. Enjoy the rest of the evening, and stay safe out there, and we’ll see you all next time! I’m off to grab some s’mores!”

And with a kiss and a wink to the crowd, she’s headed off the stage as the music fades into a repeat of just the beat and then into generic house music.



Once the party has begun to wind down and the staff begins to break down the stage and light rigging, bonfires pop up along the beach, each large and welcoming and accompanied by a nearby box full of the necessities for s’mores. It’s the perfect place to plop down with a guitar, a drink, a lover, or just your friends and enjoy the evening and the stars hanging overhead.

…Just be careful not to fall in if you’ve had one too many…

[VOICE] Of Elves and Magic

---

[There's no video for this particular feed, just voice. Solas doesn't particularly feel like putting his face out there, for whatever reason. His voice is distinctive enough for the maybe one or two people wout there who've heard it before.]

You'll have to excuse me if this is invasive, [he starts, hedging that the question could be considered rude] But I'm curious, just how many people here have elven heritage? I'm aware that the concept could vary drastically from world to world... I've already met at least one woman who I would consider to be an elf, despite all differences between her, myself, and the elves from my world.

I'm curious to hear about your culture, or what it means to you. What sorts connections to magic do you have? Again, I expect a wide variety of answers, our collective situation in consideration. It's fascinated me so far, learning what I've been able to through books and interactions here, but I would like to hear more... if possible.


[ACTION] Of Herbs and Books

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[For those in fayren, they might come across the oddly barefoot Solas browsing an herbalist's collection of potions, plants and other such miscelaney and sundry items they have for sale. It's curiosities sake, overall. Solas is apt to rely on magic for healing needs. But, he's noted that outside of Fayren much of this place lacks the touch of a garden and a natural feel, so he's inclined to buy a few starter herbs and supplies.

Mostly, he's minding his business, but should someone else be in the shop, and in his way he'll clear his throat.] Would you mind handing me those two plants to your left? [they look like succulents of some type. Perhaps Aloe. There's many plants here that Solas has never seen, and they sorely lack ones he is familiar with. So this is all rather experimental for him.]


[[ooc: This is Solas' first open post! But he's actually been here a while and I really want to avoid the usual intro post tropes, so I've got these two prompts for people to play with! If you would like something with Solas but these two do not work, please feel free to find him around Fayren. He's likely to be found in bookstores, quiet places, outside, and generally just being curious about everything even though he's been here roughly slightly less than a month, ICly.]]

[ Since her arrival a few months back, Lioriley had made a point of visiting the Library every chance she got. With how large the building was, chances are her overly ambitious goal of reading every book in the place wouldn't happen for quite some time. It gave her something to do, though; a goal she could look forward to accomplishing in her time here.

It made it easy for her to meet people, too. She was there enough that familiar faces came by more and more often. Satya had been one of them — but up until now she had not bothered to approach her. Likely because they were both busy, invested in a book, or only passing each other by quickly. Today, when there was a sufficient and appropriate break to do so, the small elven woman finally walked over to her. ]

Good evening, miss. I could not help but notice you come here quite frequently. Might I be so bold as to ask what you have been researching?

For those that I have not had the pleasure of meeting yet, my name is Lioriley. And I have a request for those that care to indulge me:

Will you tell me a story? A tale from your homeland, a song, a poem, anything that you are willing to share with me and - perhaps - everyone that comes to listen to this as well.

I am also curious to know if there are heroes where you hail from. Are you one of them? Do you know them — or are their stories simply legends passed down through the ages?

If you wish for me to answer any of these questions as well, I would be more than happy to. Thank you.

Who: Enno Diederich and Lioriley
Where: Fayren
When: April 26th, Noon-Early Afternoonish.
What: MAGIC CLASS!
Warnings: Nothing yet. Language, maybe? Also might roll for magic mishap so maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe detailed injury stuff.

( Just a flick of the wrist and a step to the right )

VIDEO; OPEN
[ There's a solid ten seconds after the video starts, where the woman operating the feed seems to be trying to right her phone. If one had to guess, based solely on her appearance, she probably has minimal experience with cellphones. She gets it though, eventually, and smiles. ]

Hello everyone! My name is Lioriley. I arrived here a few days ago and did not have the chance to introduce myself properly. As you can imagine — and I suppose such a response would be common, given the circumstances — I needed some time to right myself and adjust to the current... situation.

[ TL;DR: She had to get used to the fact that she was alone (kind of) in a weird world so unlike her own it was both amazing and terrifying. She's, uh, good now? Or she looks like it on the outside at least. ]

From what I have gathered I am in need of a job to make my way here properly. As loathe as I am to suggest doing so for payment — I am a talented (magical) healer with centuries of experience, should Genessia and all cities connected require such abilities. I am willing to learn other forms of healing if applicable.

I am also a teacher of magic where I hail from. I know not how that might translate, given the difference in abilities likely presented by those from worlds unlike my own, but there is no harm in giving out said information.

I look forward to meeting anyone and everyone that is willing to speak to me here.

( private to genji )

A. [video] Blame Game.

---

[The video is blurred as the phone is flipped from backwards to forwards facing and then there's the briefest visual of Junkrat's face. Aaand...then it's just one eye as he peers closely into exactly where the camera is on the phone. He's not quite registered that he's turned it on yet] Somebody wanna tell me how to get this bloomin thing to turn o- hAHA, lookit that there it goes.

Gotta say, for a bunch'a rotten kidnappers I appreciate the dough. [he flashes his money momentarily, before glancing away from the camera to stuff it back into his pockets, muttering to himself.]

Oi, Roadhog! If you can see this you better get in touch with me, this is totally your fault somehow ain't it?


B. [action] Those Explosives I mentioned.

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[some time after his glorious phone post Junkrat has wandered away from the bay, lugging his riptire rather securely strapped to his back as you do with his frag launcher looped in a comfortable spot at his hip. He certainly is a sight to those who pass by, being dressed like some sort of trash hobo and looking like he's seen more than his fair share of explosions.

Speaking of... Junkrat's currently tossing one of his orbs normally shoved into his frag launcher as he hobbles along, mostly out of boredom. It's unclear what happens next but as the ball fumbles out of his grip, Junrat gasps and shrinks away from the certain explosion about to happen once the ball hits the ground -- until it doesn't. Junkrat's face falls in agitation -- hey that's supposed to make a pretty big boom okay? -- and he limps over to pick it up.

Until it explodes basically in his face, but luckily it bursts forth into something more akin to fireworks rather than anything destructive. This time. Junkrat stares for a moment, dumbfounded as he glances to the other faces of people who look like they are now worried for their (and his) safety.]

Ahahaha [The laughter melts into a peel of giggles as he claps a hand over his mouth.] Guess I wasn't really expectin' that. What an explosion!


C. Wildcard!

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[nothing else fits? Shoot me something else. Running into him in the street? Butt dial his phone? I'm down, hit me.]

[Look! Look at this little silver and green nerd! Playing with his phone, some pamphlets tucked into a crese of his metal armor, and holding his phone out so he can be seen. He's totally grinning behind that mask. TOO BAD YOU CAN'T SEE IT.]

[That's right, there is a cyborg on the network, and .. okay maybe he could be a omnic, or robot or whatever, but it's really a guy. I promise. And he sounds... amused? Thick Japanese accent coming through his mask clearly.]

This is not at all the location I had intended to end up in. One minute you are leaving Japan, the next you are awake in a pod. Very curious. I think I understand what is going on now, thanks to this information station, but I am still curious to how.

However, they called us "Kidnapped". Cute. Someone thought it funny to kidnap Genji! Wait until they realize what a bad idea that is!

[He might have winked, but you sure as heck can't see that, can you? Still, he waves, and gives a peace sign, before turning the phone away, about to turn it off, before pausing to look back into view.]

Oh. Right. Would anyone know who Zenyatta is? I hope he is not waiting for me somewhere back home. Hmm... [he thumbs off the video at that point, and it's time to go explore this place...]

a

[That... that's it? Just a? Just... a. Well okay then that's not so-]

bababbabaa jkyjsd

1234567890*****

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[... So what the fresh hell is going on here? Right when it seems it might be over-]

peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers

she sells seashells by the seashore

Mumphry's Magical Macguffins

[Okay. Well now they must be done-]

.ﾟ☆(ノё∀ё)ノ☆ﾟ.

[RIGHT. WELL. Finally the feed clicks on, and reveals Jarlaxle's grinning face, in all it's dark and eye patched glory, charming and debonair.]

Good day, sirs and ladies!

I cannot say I did expect such a trip this evening, but then I cannot say the sight is too terribly unwelcome, at least for the moment.

What strange world have I awoken in, I cannot say for sure, I've never been in such an odd city in all my years, but to say that is such a novelty, I cannot find enough ire to protest it.

Indeed with this, I have no idea what this device does or is, but as I can see it repeating my words and face at me, I find no immediate issue with it. I have, however, noticed that there are but yet more of you speaking through this odd device.

Please do feel free to enlighten me as to how this works.

But do allow me to introduce myself, I am Jarlaxle, and it is delightful to, indirectly at least, meet every last one of you. I do so dearly hope to truly meet you all face to face.

Action 1 - pre-smokes (Genessia City)
[There's so much wrong with having woken up in a bubble washed up into an area he doesn't recognise that Badou isn't sure where to even begin. On the plus side, he can't feel the gunshot wound any more and unless it happened when he was knocked out, he doesn't remember being pumped full of enough painkillers for that.

And if he were that doped up on painkillers, he likes to think he wouldn't be so aware that he'd been snatched away here before he could so much as take his first drag of the first cigarette he'd been allowed since he'd been admitted. That certainly doesn't make for the best first impression, though he'll grant some leniency for the fact that at least he has what appears to be money.

By the time he hits the streets proper, he's found himself a map but hasn't looked at it because he'd been distracted by the hologram and that he'd only heard snippets of because the speech had only grated on already raw nerves and had been the final indicator he'd needed that he has to attend to priority number one right now.

And that means approaching whoever he happens across, forcing a patience stretched thin to hold just a little longer so he can actually get his question out.]

Nearest smokes shop. Now. Please.

[See, he remembers his manners and everything.]

Action 2 - post-smokes
[It's amazing the difference one little burning stick of nicotine can make. Once he's found the grocery store, Badou's barely stepped foot out of there before he has a cig between his lips and as soon as it's lit he can feel some of the tension bleed out of him.

Okay, there's still a ton of shit he doesn't understand and this is still about the worst time to get kidnapped when there's so much else going on. But at least he's in a better mood to get himself some answers.

And that means checking out wherever in the city his feet can carry him, determined as he is to work out just how similar or different it is to what he knows. Including the apartment space he's been granted, if on a temporary basis. Nothing fancy, but he thinks he can make do...at least until he realises the bathrooms are communal. And he is not quiet in his disapproval, and never mind he's probably already filling his section of the apartment block with his distinctive smoke trail.]

You gotta be shitting me.

[Beyond that, he'll roam just about anywhere within Genessia City, looking out for anyone who might know more about this place than he does - which shouldn't be difficult.]

Yo. Help a new guy out?

Video
[Badou's been an information broker for long enough to know not to turn down sources of intel, which is why he turns to the network. He seems relaxed, at least, though there's a sharpness to his one good eye that sits at odds with the otherwise apparent carefree vibes he might give.]

All right. Full disclosure, I was only half-listenin' to that hologram chick to begin with but I don't need a recap. What isn't she telling us? Not like I'm not used to sifting through bullshit but it's been a rough ride lately and I could really do with catching a break.

Oh and a job, too. Guess I'm needing me one of those. I'm an info broker by trade, freelance mostly, but I'll take what'll keep me in smokes right now.

[Priorities, he has them.]

action

[ it's midday and the streets, as expected, are full of people going about their lives. one thing that may or may not stand out among the crowd would be the dark-skinned, glowing-lined elf woman standing near the magazine rack looking extremely confused by everything happening around her. she's obviously new - the pendant hanging from her wrist, and the fact that she keeps looking around stupidly would indicate she arrived recently.

for a while all she does is just stand there, magazine in hand as she tries to read the nonsensical words inside.

then, when she steps a bit too close, the hologram of weiss appears and she yelps in surprise, jerks back with her hand up in a defensive position as wisps of color suddenly spark from her fingertips. the hologram blinks off, then back on in a split second in response to the elf's magic, and continues on as if nothing ever happened.

what the hell bro. ]

video

[ sometime later, after nearly having a heart attack over holograms and asking random strangers on the street, lioriley appears, staring at the screen. ]

...Hello? [ bueller? ]