[012] Voice;

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[Yoite hasn't been fond of checking the network lately. In fact, he's been trying to avoid everyone, including his friend. And if there's something else he isn't fond of, it's asking for help, which he kind of has to do now;]

... Is anyone hiring? That flower shop, it isn't..

I can't work there any more.

[He pauses, and there's a brief moment of coughing, it sounds pretty bad, though when Yoite continues to speak again, he doesn't sound too affected by it;]

.. Preferably somewhere where there isn't a lot of contact with people...

Voice

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Locked from Yoite]

Does anyone know-

If someone was sick because using their power killed them a little bit at a time, how could you cure them? Is there any healer here who could fix something like that?

[Private to Yoite]

I... want to come see you soon. I'll bring lasagna this time- or you could stop by the base!

[Awesome Base Filter; Ken's Encryptions]

So, is everyone feeling all right? I'm going to go shopping again, so if anyone has any requests, tell me!

Also... Does anyone have any ideas for stuff we could all do together?

xii; eyes upward

[soldieringblue]

[the camera has to take a second to auto-adjust itself to the dim lighting of the room, Blue himself seated on the floor and looking aside thoughtfully. a pause, then he glances at the screen, sitting up straighter.]

Hello. I am called Soldier Blue. Those I have the honor of knowing as friends...forgive me for not approaching you shortly after returning. Considering the bit of chaos that this city endured at the time...I hope you will understand the delay.

[a pause.]

Jomy, Leo, and I...There is so much I could say of what we have seen and experienced. Only...I do not see this world as a prison anymore. My desire to return where I belong has not wavered, but...This place is so much freer than the world I am from. There are times when it is too painful to hope for better, especially when there are so few memories of those better things. Here, though...[a faint smile. beat.]

It's a strange thing...Returning here, despite the chaos, despite the almost deafening sound of a million minds at any given time...There's a peace here. A sense of a home? I'm not certain. [he glances away a moment, considering it. a pause.

then, looking back.]

I hope to visit many of you again. There is a lot I could share, and I'm certain there is much that I have missed.

And there are many more I am sure I would like to know. I hope there is a chance for these things. [he bows his head politely before ending the feed; all replies will be video cause i stink at subject titles hay]

[Video]

[despicablenerd.livejournal.com]

[A young man with a striking resemblance to Bill Gates is lounging, dressed in an orange warm-up suit. A Wii remote lounges in his hand. He adjusts his glasses, puts down his orange smoothie, and tips back in his computer chair.]

Greetings City. I wish I could call this a pleasure, but being unexpectedly whisked away to a strange world is not high on my "to do" list. We are talking mid to low at best!!! But. What is done is, apparently, done, and now, having appointed myself in a manner befitting, I feel that introductions are in order.

The name: is VECTOR! ...For the uninitiated, it is a mathematical term, and I will pause here for a moment to allow those who need to to google it.

[He makes one slow rotation in his computer chair with his hands steepled.]

Done? Good. Now. I take issue with certain...labels being thrust upon me. YOUR A.I. IS DEFECTIVE! ...but sassy. Know this! I am but a humble evil genius, who enjoys spending his time in his heavily armed fortress with his presumably evil shark, and that is all! So you go call someone else when your trees are infested with cats, or your landmarks, perhaps, go missing...

[He gazes dreamily off into the middle distance for a moment, before returning his attention to the screen.]

I also imagine some of you may find it highly suspicious that I have managed to set myself up so comfortably [He gestures to the large video screens mounted on the strangely curved white walls behind him.] in such a short amount of time. To those of you I say: my father is the evilest evil bank manager of the evilest evil bank in all of the banking profession (which by default is evil!)!!! So. I know a good stock when I see one.

I'm glad we had this little chat, City. You're a really good listener, and I like that in a location. ...Okay bye.

[He points his Wii remote at the screen, and the transmission ends.]