[voice]

Good evening, everyone. I hope that everyone is safe and well following recent...events. I am so grateful for all the people who worked so hard to keep everyone safe. Thank you! I am also incredibly thankful for those who voted so kindly towards, and who have supported my singing. You are all so very kind and generous people.

Now that people are more comfortable, I hope you don't mind me asking - what do people do for a housewarming party? What would make it the loveliest housewarming you have ever been to?

[action a - through towns at night]

Now that Sonico had regular slots at different night clubs, it meant she had to get used to walking home at night. When Cassian wasn't with her, Sonico would wander her way through Nova or Genessia to find the best way back to Attleton. Sometimes she is singing softly to herself, headphones on; other times she would go somewhere to grab something quick and convenient to eat; sometimes trying to juggle a hot takeaway cup while trying to eat a pretzel or a burger at the same time. Why not take her up on a night time stroll?

[action b - busking in Genessia gardens]

Okay, so it's not busking as such, but when the days are nice, Sonico can be found in the gardens in her summer clothes, relaxing by the pond maybe, or else strumming songs as she sits crossed legged on a bench with her acoustic guitar. Come see and hear the cutest female and best singer, so say recent awards.

 *There is a soft intake of breath before Sonico begins. Her thoughts are muddled and there's an edge to her voice - this is clearly not a rehearsed message, but the comments of a woman very recently hit with some bad news*

I just... I wish. I just wish there was some way, some how, just some small something.. that would mean that people could say goodbye. Disappearing. Vanishing into thin air. It just... I'm sorry, but it isn't fair.

*There's a pause, then a breath, but clearly she decides not to say anything further, and clicks off the feed*

Everyone's so damn eager, huh?

[He's looking off screen as the video starts, the phone being held in his palm, looking up at him. He frowns briefly before he focuses back on the video with a grin. He's wearing his usual red suit+pink dress shirt combo, because why not? Red is his color.]

I'm not going to bother campaigning just yet; I'm pretty new and dunno if I'll even be nominated for election. [He starts walking.] Anyway, name's Michio. I'm a pretty simple guy; I like training and sparring. I'm looking for sparring partners and a job that might be worth my time. By worth my time, I mean interesting; make of that what you will.

As for a sparring partner... If you--Hm. [He frowns again, tilting the phone down as he looks up with another frown, he mutters "Gone again" before looking down and holding the phone back up before the view tilts and he picks up a brick from the ground, and lets the phone tilt away again.]

There we go. [He props the phone up against something so he can step away from it, brick in hand.] So, I have pretty specific requirements for a sparring partner, and usually I've got a good eye for strength, but it's not serving me too well here. [As he speaks, he removes his jacket and drapes it over a bench, and unbuttons the cuff of his left sleeve.] What I want from you guys is if you can track this brick after I throw it; look me up. [He holds up the brick for emphasis.] If you can't at least do this, it's an utter waste of my time.

[There is a split second pink and red blur, and Michio is in a very different position after, now reclining against the back of the bench and looking off in one direction, the brick completely gone from sight. For those that could track it; he's very fast, having taking a pitcher stance, wound up the brick and pitched it clear to the barrier in the direction he was facing, on the opposite edge of Genessia.]

Yep, the other side of that barrier might be what I'm after, but if I can't get through it; have to make due.

[He turns back to the camera and grins, buttons his cuff up again and slips on his jacket, strolling over to collect the phone casually and shuts it off.]

[The video clicks on, and there’s Jacques, back straight and classy as ever in his new suit, hands clasped behind his back..]

Good Evening.

As you may have heard, I have recently stepped down from pursuing the Schnee Company at my daughter’s request and allowed it to be passed on to my son, Whitley. I hope that you’ll treat him with the same respect and admiration you all showed for Weiss.

Now, I know there were some misgivings about my behavior when I first arrived, and I am truly sorry for the way I acted. I was very stressed and my actions were naive, immature, and in only my own interests instead of anyone else’s. I apologize and hope that you’ll look past that awful first impression. I would like to see this world prosper, and I believe I have found a way.

[He plasters on the most politician smile you can imagine here.]

I have elected to run for the Guardian position in Attleton. I firmly believe that I can implement change that is beneficial to everyone, not only in Attleton but even to Genessia as a whole to some extent. I encourage everyone to take a look at my application and reach out with any questions or concerns you may have.

Thank you for your time, and remember to vote for Schnee, the finest of them all.

[Krista leans over slightly, hair blonde wavy locks tied up with a towel, another towel wrapped around her neck as she adjusted the phone for a brief moment.]

Testing, one, two three. Juuuust making sure that it's working because I have a big announcement guys and dolls.

[She leant back happy as a clam, clapping excitedly.]

As you are all aware I've been working on the awards and by now something should have come through your post box or... however you would get it. It's voting time for said awards. [She smiled slightly.]

But you might be asking where is the best and worst dressed? Well as I said many, many times I will be the judge of that one and is one of the many reasons for this broadcast.

[She moves her hands to take of the towel around her hair, shaking it slightly as it fell down just below her chin. It seemed a lot shorter than it had been before.]

First of all I would like all voted to be handed in to me by next Saturday. However the awards will not be happening then as I would need the time to actually count the votes and finish getting the awards made and various other factors, those of which I will say here.

[She coughed slightly.] Hopefully I will be doing that early June, so mark the date because... [She gives off a little wink.] after the awards there will be a party, so I must add if you want to go to both the awards and the party you must wear a formal outfit. No and's, if's or but's.

[It didn't take too long before she was already talking again, while at the same time picking up a piece of paper.]

Coming back to best and worst dressed I will need some pictures for the following in order to judge them:

Edward Nygma, Deadpool, Jacques Schnee, Tannusen, Azrael, K-2SO, Kamille "Mobius" Rainer, Gale Reinhardt, Dante Sparda, Whitley Schnee, Szelhamos, Faye Valentine, Weiss Schnee, Ayame Sasaki, Satori Komeiji, Liv Moore, Chiaki Nanami, Grell Sutcliffe, Karla, Mariko Ishiwatari and Yang Xiao Long.

Please show me your style as soon as possible so I can take the time to judge and decide. [A pause if only for a moment.]

Final thing. For those of you who are up for the best singer and dancer awards I am inviting you to perform on the day of the awards so that you can show off your stuff and show us what you can do. Show us the skills you seem to have. But I will add I must be able to see what exactly you will be performing so I can accept it or not. We might even do a duet or something for those who are interested.

[She moves her fingers to her hair for a brief moment.]

Oh and also I cut my hair. Isn't it cool? I've been wanting to do it for the longest time, but my mom would always say no because and I quote 'You can't style short hair.'

[Video]

COME ONE, COME ALL!

[This is how Nora gets attention! By shouting really loudly once opening a feed.]

I'm gonna set a world record! I'm gonna hold up as many people on a bench as possible! My goal is at least fifty! [GRINS!] So hurry up! I wanna eat lunch!


[Action: Genessia Park]

[Nora is easy to find. A crowd gathers around her as she casually holds a bench over her head with both hands. She plans to set the record before lunch.]

( Private Action - The Bay )

[Accidental Video / Action]

[Somewhere along the way, Rowan's phone had slipped out of his hand and he'd accidentally turned on the video while slipping it into his damp pocket. He had to go clothes shopping as soon as possible now, but first he'd stopped by the supplied lodgings... only for the kid with a faint German accent to squeak in surprise.]

Wait, what do you mean pets aren't allowed? You mean Schwarz and I are out of luck?!

[Noooo, nonononono. This was bad. After getting a full explanation of the very strict "No Pets" policy, Rowan hung his head.]

Uhm... thank you... I guess.

[He turned over his key and started walking away and back into Genessia City's streets, carrying his canine companion.]

I'm not sure what we're gonna do now, buddy. I guess we hope this money will get us something temporary. Except I still need to get some new clothes...

[He pulled the phone back out of his pocket... only for the drenched teen to look at it in surprise and letting out another squeak.]

I-Is this thing on?!


[Anon Text]

[After he had his bearings a little more collected later in the day, there was one last thing he had to test. He'd do this before going to the Schnee Company, just in case. He can worry about the details from that place later.]

This is Unit Number 8482. Requesting response from Sector 098Σ.

Other worldly anomaly detected, threat level unknown.

If any unit from Squadron Grendel Orion is present, report to Malphas immediately.

[It's a shot in the dark, but the people he needs to hear from will understand it... it'll just be complete and utter gibberish to anyone else in this world.]

[The smart phone opens to the picture of a blonde-haired woman, dressed in a uniform of azure and royalty, looking at the screen which captures her image with a concerned and worrisome expression. Her eyes are fresh with tears, rudely awoken and confused at her new surroundings, though the video does little to explain such affairs before she speaks.]

It is almost similar to the Sheikah Slate.. Hello? I am unsure if this tool is in working order so I hope this message is received by some one near by. My name is Zelda, Princess and daughter of the Royal Family of Hyrule. The provided tomes I've discovered here explain a great deal, but they do not alleviate any such concerns I have for my family and friends.

I am uncertain if there is any one capable, but some assistance would be appreciated. In the meantime, while I wait here before these archways, I will continue to read and study and observe what I can. What I am certain of is that I am not the first to arrive here, and I am also sure my requests are more than likely routine for whoever is listening.

[She lowers her head, turning a palm up to her eyes to wipe away the remnants of her frustration and sadness.]

I have many questions that I would prefer to impose upon another rather than rely on text, if any one is willing. Please, let this message reach some one. Again, my name is Zelda, and I am standing before a series of archways. If there is any one listening, please hear my call.

[On her final plea the feed ends.]

- - - - - - - -

[She crawled along the ground, knees and hands keeping her upright as she poured over the different pamphlets and brochures that had been provided. To any and all who arrive to find her, the young Princess looks more like a studious traveler than a lost cause. She speaks to herself, muttering different locations and terms that she picks from the different pieces of text, as if reciting them assists in her memorizing the observations she makes.]

Schnee.. Genessia.. A smart phone? How extraordinary. And these pendents? What is it that allows for the functionality with these gateways? Is it some form of magic, or an ancient piece of technology? Peculiar, very peculiar.

[The angle looks like it's being adjusted several times. Not-so-quietly-mumbled groaning sounds can be heard before it focuses on a very displeased looking man in his later twenties.]

Ugh what kind of crap cellphone is this?! It doesn't even get reception or take good selfies! I can't even with any of this--!

[Apparently, he's so upset he ends it there. A few minutes later, maybe ten, he turns on the video again. He isn't whining yet, but he still looks distressed. Understandable, right?]

Look, I didn't mean to get all bitchy, it's just, this has been a really hard day for me, I woke up in a gross pod and I can't even wash away all the Do Not Want I had with that. And I-- I'm like trying to keep it together, but... [Here come the watering eyes. He bites his lip, oh god is he embarrassed.] I ruined my best pair of pants, and they're not even good pants, and then I saw that hologram and she had perfect shoes and perfect hair and I'm here with this fake monopoly money and ugly ass necklace. Where did you even get this thing from? [He holds up his pendant, utterly disgusted.] The dollar store? I don't even know why I'm trying! I'm probably just being watched by some creepy stalker or psycho-killer. Ew much? But if somehow anyone I know does see this...

Just don't get all rude and self-righteous and I-told-you-so-with me! It's like, really obnoxious and I don't need to listen to it! [He rolls his eyes dramatically, ending the video for now. A few minutes later:]

Chalking that up to a temporary loss of judgment from waking up from a waterlogged coffin. #Wakingupinanotherworld #Notokwiththis #Yourphonessuck #Missingmyfriends :(