[ Micaiah's video feed opens up to her sitting almost serenely at Genessia park. But despite this, something in her face reads "exhausted". It seemed that she also had to work up the nerve to actually talk, as for a moment, she would stare at the video, seem to want to say something, and then fail to. Eventually, she would take a deep breath and then talk again. ]

The last week or so has been a little trying. I had fun at the fair, but afterward, I felt like I had to work harder, and give more of myself to keep the people here happy. War has yet to rear its ugly head here, and I dread the day it does.

[ She gave a rather dry smile. ]

But for some reason or another, I wound up using my healing art a little too much, and I had to go to the hospital. I've only just gotten out, and my job apparently forced me to take a brief vacation. I suppose if there's a lesson about giving too much of myself away, then that was it.

I was also advised to live "a little more selfishly". But... how do I do that without bringing others to harm? I already just retreat on my own to recuperate from large crowds. Isn't that enough?

[ Action | Genessia ]

[ You can actually catch Micaiah at that same bench. She's not alone, apparently quite a few birds are around and find her perfectly harmless. So harmless, that one of them is apparently roosting on her head. At least one brightly colored bird is flying around, chirping incessantly in a panic. ]

Yune, I-I think it's alright...

[The image moves around a bit, focusing first on a very bright blue eye before it's pulled back to reveal... well a child, a little seven-year-old child. She frowns as she presses her lips together.]

I think it's on...

[She walks up closely to the camera again.]

I'm not sure... oh well, I'll shall have to simply hope it is and if not, I'll do it all over again.

[She pulled away and offered a curtsy to whomever may be watching.]

Oh ah, hello and how do you do? [Whoever is out there.] My name is Alice Liddell, it's a pleasure to meet you!

Oh um, well, wherever you may be, in any case, you see... I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. [She gestured to a part of the city that is the library and most definitely not Kusanagi and Haller Home for Children.] I was told to go to the home for children, but I'm afraid I must have taken quite a few wrong turns as I'm very much not where I should be... unless the home for children is a library?

... Well, I suppose we would never run out of things to do and lessons would be quite easy but I am rather sure it isn't. And if I'm rather sure, then that means I'm fairly certain, and if you're fairly certain, you can rest assured!

Would uh, would someone please be so kind as to help me get where I need to go? I'm afraid I've lost my way... Unless this is another part of the Looking Glass, I suppose, and then all ways are the queen's way... but I'm sure it isn't, it said it wasn't.

Thank you very much!

Oh! Also... is the Home for Children, is it a nice home? [She doesn't want to live somewhere nasty.] It's... It's not an orphanage, is it? Or a workhouse?

The sleek metal plated face of the Tenno's Nyx warframe was what greeted the network.

"Pardon my ignorance in this matter but the newspaper reported on a dragon possibly being poached. I've seen crude and primitive weapons be effective combat tools, but I'm not entirely sure how such a large creature might be poached with fairly primitive weapons while also leaving little to no evidence of the deed. Is there something I'm missing here?"

Who: The Tenno of Naramon and You
What: Questions
Where: Genessia
Warnings: Spoilers for The Sacrifice quest in the closed thread below.

She sat in her orbiter, meditating by the window. Deep in silent thought. It had been several months since the Tenno of Naramon stepped out of the bay and into Genessia for the first time. And since, she had been deeply immersed in research: reading books and combing through the network logs. What she found was... troubling. But it would take more time before any of her hypothetical theories became potentially concrete.

Not to mention it was difficult coping without the Lotus there to help.

However, she had heard about something called the dream docks. Something that would allow her to see the world back home, if only for a moment. That might be worth looking into. She shifted, Nyx's plates shifting quietly as she straightened up.

First though, she had several calls to make...

( Open/Video )

( Closed/Video/Actioin )

Who: The Tenno of Naramon and YOU
What: Martial arts practice
Where: Genessia park
Warnings: None so far

It was a strange sight to see. A ray like ship trimmed with gold and shining brightly. It swooped down over one part of Genessia park before turning and flying up much higher and out of reach. It had dropped a certain individual off.

The Tenno of Naramon was there in an open area of the park. She had switched her frames to one with a far more aggressive look, trailing several ribbons with a sash that looked almost etherial. Like Nyx, this one was trimmed with gold. She was practicing her martial arts, flowing from one style to another, occasionally incorporating the claw-like weapons she was currently sporting. Beyond that she had some sort of sidearm on her hip, but no larger weapon on her back. At least none that were apparent.

Off to one side sat a massive dog-like creature with pointed ears and covered in armor. Easily four feet tall at the shoulder with massive paws and a jaw strong enough to bite through armor, this was unquestioningly a beast designed for war and battle... though at the moment it was rolling around on its back making happy gurgling noises.

[Action]
[There has been a phantom ninja running around different places. He has a PAINT GUN.]

[How ever he got hold of such a thing you don't want to know, but he's been busy using it. For those he knows, they might get pegged in the butt for the fun of it. The paint does not stain. It doesn't even stick! When hit, it rolls off slowly to a slopping mess on the ground.]

[Though sometimes it reacts badly to hair, and the green paint might change it a different color WHOOPS. It isn't always that way but, well, sorry for the rainbow if it is.]

[This mysterious ninja got bored in his nomadic wandering, and with no one to keep him in check, he's running about playing tag. Only so few actually notice him to tag back.]

[If you are one Hanzo Shimada however... there is Video.]

[Video]
[There is Video of a man with dark hair outside a shop somewhere. The video is shaky at first, then steady. It's Hanzo. You don't see the person filming, but the nose of the paint gun appears. The trigger is pulled and two paint balls go flying, right towards the man...]

[Just before it hits, you hear a soft.]

This was a very bad idea... [and a laugh, before the video footage cuts off again.]

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[[ooc: Feel free to say if you get hit and where. Or if you dodge. And if you want the paint to change your hair color for a bit, why the hell not. Let's have fun. Maybe to make it none stick it reacts badly to hair. Who knows. Enjoy!]]

What's a prom? [As she's speaking Luna is doodling ideas for a dress on a notepad.]

Because its a new term and well if it helps its not common in my world but we do have balls at school.

"Ordis, report." There was no response. "Ordis?" Still nothing. The only thing she could hear was the strange humanoid hologram informing her that she had been kidnapped. Though, fortunately, it didn't seem to be Alad V's doing this time. People would get a brief flash of a metal, eyeless face with a large crest before the device was quickly hung up. She didn't really want to give her presence away in a new world but- well what was done was done.

The Tenno of Naramon stepped out of the bay, device in hand, the necklace wrapped several times around one wrist. Her primed Nyx had been modeled into the Nemesis pattern and was decorated with gold and the twisted bones of Sentients along with a two pronged cape. Next to her head hovered a blue orb-shaped robot with two 'feet' dangling down below it. Armed with a shotgun, some sort of side arm, and a sword, she stopped, lowering herself a little bit as she looked out across the oddly primitive city that she was now facing. "At least transference is holding. But where am I? It doesn't look like the void..." Talking to oneself was a bad habit but it was one she had picked up a long time ago and she wasn't about to stop.

She tapped one clawed finger against her sidearm several times before tenatively straightening up. There was only one thing to do to get to the bottom of this and it would be better to not accidentally shoot someone helpful in the face.