[It's been a while since Izaya's made a video. When the video clicks on, he appears to be crouched down and in front of some greenery. Presumably, he is on the island.

A smile.]

Hell-oh Vatheon. How are you all?

[That's a rhetorical question. He has better things to ask.]

I got a question for you creatures, monsters, trolls, humans, aliens, and everything in between-

[Dramatic pause for the effect-]

What makes the person that's most important to you be that person?

[His face scrunches up as if that doesn't sound quite right to him but. It's good enough.]

((OOC: I'm sorry for being delayed, if not bad, on my last open log. I don't have much stamina for logs and prose right now but I'm craving some interaction. This shouldn't be as shit-infested as my recent posts have been. Le promise~))

[James is looking very worried and scared as he sits in his bedroom in the Marauders House. He's flushed too because he's been running around the house and apparating around the bubble. Finally, his hands stop shaking enough for the SFC to see him. His voice is worried too but he's trying to to be calm.]

I think...I think Lily's gone home. Um...the...TROLLS! TROLLS!

Have the trolls seen Lily? Please say yes. I don't want her to go home.

[He just has to hope she comes back soon and doesn't have to go through what he did.]

[Filtered to Eridan Ampora]

[It actually takes him some minutes to decide how to do this. Text is his first instinct but no, that doesn't feel right. Not for something of this magnitude. With what he did, he doesn't get to hide behind text. He's gotta say it right to Eridan's face, gotta apologize properly like how Wataru had taught him to.

So, onto video it is. He clears his throat for a moment, looking somewhat uneasy.]

Can we talk?

So it's occurred to me that for some reason, these houses have garages. Does anyone even drive here much less own a car to actually use these other then for storage? Not that I'm complaining. It just means I get to turn the garage into a dark room. Here I was worrying how I was going to have to eventually explain why one of the bathtubs smells strongly of chemicals and why using it might cause a peculiar feeling close to chemical burns. Now both the bathrooms are user friendly and safe while I potentially make the garage the most dangerous place in this entire house. If you aren't counting Game versus the kitchen.

[Dave's sitting in his room. There's a bunch of wires hanging all over the ceiling with photos hanging from them with clothespins.

Actually, Dave's room looks like a complete mess.] By the way, if I took your photo without your consent, I'm probably not sorry or I probably did it by accident. But mostly, I just wanted to throw that out there for future reference that I am heavily armed with a pretty bitchin' camera and enough film to sleep in, and I'm still not sorry. Should feel pretty special anyways. It's not very often you accidentally get your photo taken by Dave fucking Strider.

Anyways, I'm outtie. Film to waste and develop. Too much time to kill. You know the drill.

[Finding herself here again wasn't something that made Maka particularly happy; she wasn't angry, just...unhappy. Why was this place always pulling her away right when she's so close to seeing Crona again? Not only that, she's been separated from Soul again...

Still, rather than make a fuss, Maka takes a towel from the nearest vendor and settles herself on the fountain to dry off as she prepares to send a message to the network she's so familiar with. When the feed turns on, she has the towel securely around her shoulders and a fairly gloomy expression on her face.]

Scythe Meister Maka Albarn here...again. I guess I should start with asking who from the Death Weapon Meister Academy is still around. How long has it been since I left? Is everyone doing all right?

...[There's a silence as she decides how to end the message for people that don't know what she's talking about.] Hello again, Vatheon! [A bright--albeit forced--grin.] My name is Maka, I hope you're all doing well today!

[The video flickers on, but since Mickey is not looking directly into it, it can easily be assumed it was turned on by accident. He’s tossing the starfish communicator up and down, out of bored agitation. As with most newcomers, he's wet, and not happy about his situation. He's looking around as he talks, trying to find the man whom he assumes is responsible.]

Aw, c’mon, Yen Sid! I know ya gotta be around here somewhere! We were just talkin’, I need ta know about ta do about Sora and Riku! Ya can’t just drop me off somewhere without a clue! I know ya can hear me! Why, I oughtta –

[His eye then catches on to the fact that the video is on. it's not entirely unfamiliar technology, but that is a long pause he takes as he thinks about what's going on. He blinks, and then his eyes dart around before he grins sheepishly at being caught ranting.]

… Huh! Well. Whaddya know. [Then he’ll clear his throat, trying to be a grown-up. Emphasis on trying.] H-Hiya! Don’t suppose anyone out there knows a fella named Yen Sid? Tall, human, big beard, never smiles? I’ll even settle fer the name a’ this place… and what this thing is… and why I’m all wet… gosh, I could really use a lot of help fer this one. I don’t even know where ta start!

Hm… Minnie’s always goin’ on about the right introductions… guess that’s a better start than nothin’. My name’s Mickey Mouse! Who might you all be?

[When the feed turns on, the video shows a soaked, annoyed Rinoa. She looks something akin to a half-drowned, blue rat as she pushes back her hair. Her attempts only lead it to fall back into place, so she frowns as she grabs it and wrings it out to the side.]

One sec...

[As the water drains from her strands, her eyes dart back to the device. Now it has her full attention.]

I'm not really sure what to make of all of this. I can't decide if this is a bad prank or if the Sorceress did something to us. Who'd have thought that she'd send us to an underwater city... place in retribution? I mean, who does that?

Right. [With her hair sufficiently wrung, she tosses it over her shoulder.] My name's Rinoa. I was with my friends when we attacked a certain sorceress. I thought we had won, but... I think I fell over or something. Then I woke up here. So if anyone has seen or heard of Squall, Zell, Irvine, Quistis, or Selphie, could you maybe let me know? I'd appreciate it.

[She pauses, her brow puckered before she decides to add something.] If mentioned friends are here... would you guys meet me by this fountain thing and tell me what's going on?

[Wet? Yes. Annoyed? Most definitely. Quietly panicking because where is he and he had been flying after Father intent on yelling at him or...something...yup, that too.

Trunks has really had enough of surprises for one day. Nothing is going the way it should be going. It was history, how much could it change? First the delay of Goku's illness, then the new androids, and now...this. Whatever 'this' was.

Where ever this was.

He'd been powered up when he arrived--he couldn't help that, he'd been flying at very nearly his full speed after all. But once he has the communicator figured out, he has a tight hold on his power--anyone capable of sensing it would get practically nothing off of him.]

Excuse me...could someone tell me what's going on here? Where is this?

[Short and to the point. Someone really hasn't been having a good day. He'd give his name, but...he's still under the impression that he needs to be all secretive about his time traveling/being from the future. Silly boy, everyone can read you like a billboard anyway.]

Lunaday, Shadow-Decan 10, ND2018

[Well, it's that time again, isn't it? Wet clothes and confused looks were popping up all over the city, after all. Might as well lend them a hand!]

Well hey there, new people! I'm Guy Cecil, and I'm one of the members of the Welcoming Committee. Wet, tired, and confused? Don't worry. It happens to everyone.

If you haven't figured it out already, you're in an underwater city called Vatheon. It won't be on any map you're familiar with - suffice to say, you're in a completely different universe right now. Get comfortable, because hey, you might be here for a while.

There's a nifty place in the plaza called the Welcoming Committee, for anyone that's looking for some more information. You should be able to pick up a brochure there, which will explain pretty much everything you need to know - a lot of work has been put into making it as thorough for you guys as possible. Or, if you'd like, feel free to ask questions here! We have plenty of people who are more than willing to lend a listening ear for you, if you need it.

Go grab a towel or two to dry yourself off, check out the clinic if you've found yourself here fresh from battle, or find something to eat at one of the cafes or restaurants around the plaza. Get something to drink at the bar, if that's what you need, haha. Don't worry - nearly everything is free of charge around here! I look forward to meeting you all.

[The blonde seems to switch gears for a moment, leaning back in his chair and putting a finger to his chin.] Now: this applies for everyone, no matter how long you've been here. I'd love to hear your opinions on the matter, especially seeing the amount of people that have been trickling into the city.

How different is Vatheon from your original homeland?

Has it taken a lot of adjustment, or have you felt at home here from the moment you first dried yourself off in the plaza? And if you're one of the few that has spent a considerable amount of time here, what is some advice you'd give to our newcomers?

[OOC: Hey, WC members, threadjack on the newbies as you feel fit!]

[ Your screen is black. At first you might think it's a glitch, but you're wrong! It's a writhing mass of black...stuff, strands, and it's impossible to tell what it is at first until finally cracks of light cut through and the strands of black peel away from the screen like wet hair.

Which is...what it is. Beads of water speckle the screen and the screen shakes violently as it hits the ground, showing you, The Viewer, who it all motherfucking belongs to.

Despite the curtain of sopping wet hair, his face is very visible, and very pissed off. This is a huge troll, though his size is hard to gauge from the screen itself. His body is hunched over, the muscles in his overgrown arms tense and flexing, the purple sheen of his armor gleaming through the matted tendrils of hair. His teeth are clenched, eyes wide in a brief moment of shock -- bright red, and they're swiveling around in their sockets trying to take in the bright lights that are not searing his skin and sensitive eyeballs, and the new sights around him that just up and appeared the fuck out of nowhere!

He lets out a raspy barking sound, growling and clenching his teeth so hard that one of his fangs pierce his gums, a thin trail of indigo sliding down over his lip and chin. Then he takes a breath, suddenly going very still, the only movement being the large drops of water dripping off his person. Then suddenly, his eyeball swivels down towards the screen, still wide from the overall shock. His voice is low, but clear to all that are even bothering to listen: ]

I motherfucking SEE YOU...

[ Feferi appears on camera, soaking wet, and grinning sheepishly. ]

Sooo, a word to the wise, to anyone wondering! Feed your cuttlefish every day and... try not to sit on them! Especially not in their tank. When they... can't go anywhere else...

Yeah so anyway! I've been gone for three or four days? What did I miss?