Action:
[ Nasir wakes and knows instantly he is not where he last fell to slumber. It is far too soft to be the cold ground in which he knew he had laid the night prior, but perhaps more importantly, there is a lack of comforting warmth at his side. If Nasir has learned anything from war it is the importance of stealth and how advantageous the element of surprise can be. He feels to his side and grabs hold of spear, takes shallow breath, and opens eyes. With a loud hiss, he sits up and propels himself out of strange container, ready to fight whatever Romans may be keeping him captive. ]

[ Nasir stumbles as feet meet water and falls to his knees in the shallow with noise of distress. As he takes in all the surrounding lights and sounds of ocean he begins to feel panic clawing at his chest like wild beast. He scrambles back into the pod with spear drawn and only then begins to take in supplies. ]

[ Without lowering weapon Nasir grabs at the videophone in confusion and fear. After a moment of looking it over and finding it of no use, he grabs for the papers, hoping to make some sense of them. ]

Video:
[ You are treated to a slanted sight from the pod's floor of Nasir rummaging through what supplies he can find. He has unknowing turned the device on, yet has thrown it aside in his panic. ]

[Armin wakes in a hospital bed shaking, feeling alone and frightened and bereft. It takes him a few moments to piece together what happened, but then all the memories of the past week come rushing back - and he wishes they hadn't. The torture on its own, he might have been able to handle - but combined with the terror and trauma of his previous death, it had been too much. He runs his hands together disbelievingly, marveling that they're whole again, without pain or scar - or without new scars, anyway.

He takes out his phone, shying from the memory of his actual death. He'd have to face it sometime, but... not now. It's just too soon. He feels like he should take a few moments to compose himself before making a post, but, especially upon seeing he's been dead several days, he's not sure he'll be able to compose himself, without finding out what's happened - if everyone else is all right. And he wants to let them know he's okay too (physically, anyway) as soon as possible.

The camera is shaking a little when he turns it on, his eyes are wide and he's extremely pale. But, though his voice is tremulous, he's very much alive.]

I, um. I'm b-back, I guess. I'm s-sorry for anyone who h-had to see that, or anyone who w-was worried. But I'm b-better now.

Is... is everyone else all r-right. Sansa? Mikasa?

Who: Mercury Black, Armin Alert, Sansa Stark
When: 3/19
Where: Nova City, some clothing store
What: Mercury makes his move into the big old game of crime
Warnings: Violence, probably language, kidnapping, maybe torture?

( four out of five of the experts agree; he's a danger to himself and to society )

[ Something feels off about this time. The lack of the psychic connection, the absence of her fellow Travelers, and most importantly, the welcome package. It's all puzzling, but she's willing to put aside her confusion to switch on the video feed.

When the feed starts, it reveals a solemn looking young lady, holding herself as regally as possible. When she speaks, it is with deliberate politeness.]


Hello. This is the Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell speaking. I seem to be your newest arrival. I must deliver my kindest thanks for the welcoming gifts, as well as the communication device. The materials inside proved to be most helpful.

I, however, am not quite sure what I am expected to do from here. I would be more than happy to assist in anyway I can, as it seems newcomers are expected to do. I would also like to get to know all of you.

Thank you for your time. [ She bows her head, then curtsies politely, and the feed finishes.]