video | un: lockon.stratos

[lockonstratos]

[ The camera comes on revealing a young man with unruly hair and an easy smile. He chuckles to himself, pleased the communications device is like the ones he's accustomed to... for the most part. Talking to a nameless, faceless group is a little different than he's used to. Before he says anything, something a little helpless and a little embarrassed flickers across his face. When he finally speaks, there's a faint lilt in his voice that easily identifies him as Irish (at least to those familiar with the accent). ]

I seem to have lost my partner on the way here. If anyone sees a little orange robot rolling around, about... [ He gestures with his hands to indicate roughly the size of a volleyball. ] this big, answers to 'Haro', could you let me know?

[ Oh, right. It's an open network, not like the secure one he used to communicate with other members of Celestial Being back home; he needs to identify himself. For a second he looks abashed, then smiles again. ]

The name's Lockon Stratos.

[ Why, yes, he is making finger guns before leaning in to turn off the feed. ]

video }{ @badou

[yaylungcancer]

[He's already spent a little bit of time scrolling through a few of the posts on the network, now that he's gotten to his bed in the communal housing. If he thought that any point of his life up to now had been weird well... This was far and away the weirdest thing that had happened to him. It's obvious that there a lot of other new arrivals asking the same kind of questions, but it doesn't normally hurt to ask things. After a couple moments of poking around, he finally gets a video recording going.]

So uh. I know a lot of people are asking if anyone has seen their friends around, but I know this idiot wouldn't bother trying to use this thing. If anyone has seen a kind of scrawny looking guy with white hair, and probably some bandages around his neck, let me know.

[For what must be the millionth time, he pushes down the thought that Heine and Giovanni probably killed him and this is all just some super strange afterlife. He'd asked if that's what this was, and was obviously told it wasn't... But what reason does he have to believe anyone here?]

Well I guess I'll uh. Maybe go look around in the meantime. If I'm going to be here for an unknown about of time, I might as well get familiar with the area.

[VIDEO .001 | username edward.elric]

[alchemyfreak]

[There are a few things Ed is quick to concern himself with upon arrival, and even though they certainly relate to "how the hell do I get back where I came from?" he's seen this play out enough times to know that asking that question directly is never likely to get results. At least not the ones he wants. He's well aware that this change of scenery isn't just some new challenge, because if it was there certainly wouldn't be any point to the mark outright disappearing, but it was gone. Which likely meant one thing, they were telling the truth - at least about one aspect of all this, and he was not in Muir anymore.]

Does anyone have any idea what's really going on here? Has anyone been doing any research on this place? Or been here long enough to know whether or not it is what they claim?

[Ed's skeptical about this whole situation, but cynicism wasn't enough to go on that something just wasn't right here. He had a hard time taking everything in that little introduction at face value.]

If we can just ask to be sent home given enough time, has anyone actually pulled it off?

( voice | un: vakarian )

[dispenserofjustice]

 I noticed other new arrivals asking after their friends. While I could do that, my friends are generally difficult to miss. The Krogan ones especially.

The welcoming party and I had a bit of a go and that landed me nowhere. Sooo I figure maybe someone can help a poor guy out and show him where he can crash? Maybe even find something to eat that won't kill him?

That last one might be a little much to ask for.

[ video 01 | @68 ]

[sixtyeighth]

[ A video comes on, and what's most clear is that on the right side of his face is covered in blood, and there's a crack in the corner of his orange-glasses. It's pretty clear right away that he's been off fighting or doing something. ]

Oh my, oh my - just when I get a new pair. Already. What a waste. I'll have to go out and find new and be more careful next time!

[ As if he will be. ]

So - can anyone recommend a good tailor and dry cleaner? I --

[ He shifts the camera, and pans it down the front of his suit. On his chest, there's several holes and dried blood. Several of the holes seem to go clear through the shirt underneath, too. ]

Ruined my favorite suit. Ran into a little trouble.

[ Hah - yeah - a little. He seems amused by this, so he starts to laugh a little. ]

Just a little.