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[ She's been waiting a few days, until the big sensation in the network was over. Perhaps asking for her classmates while everyone else was pretty much hanging on the network for more information and to look for their friends was a little rude of her, and it would have been messy. Besides, she needed time to effectively calm down and gather her thoughts, get over the trauma of dying and returning to life, somehow. Which wasn't a successful attempt, but eventually she's adapting to the new situation. Sayaka Maizono is a strong girl. That one terrible decision was only a moment of weakness determined by the video Monobear showed them. That's really it.

The feed clicks open, to the image of a blue-haired, pretty girl smiling brightly at the camera. She's learned to fake her smiles so well, that skill hasn't turned rusty at all. ]

Hello everyone! I noticed that so many of us turned out in this strange place, and that some of you found your friends here as well. I have yet to look for mine. [ Togami doesn't count. Definitely. ] Since everyone can see this, if any of the people who know me can contact me, I'll be really grateful! I'm living in the Orlea district if you want to find me.

[ She knows this might also mean that guy might see this as well, but she's ready to take risks and seek protection if worse comes to worst. ]

As for the rest of you, my name is Sayaka Maizono, and it's nice to meet you all! Let's work hard together to settle in this new enviroment. Maybe if we're good enough citizens, those rulers will let us go back home. [ Though to be honest, that would be the least of her wishes, considering her status. Regardless of that, she must keep her sickeningly sweet smile on and lie a bit. It's best to keep future friends close rather than seek for enemies. ]

That's all I needed to say. Thank you for your time!

[ She waves cheerfully. The feed comes to an end, but she'll be available for the rest of the day. ]

gamefaqs

[So, it's less of a text message and more of a scrawling, for now. Neat and cursive and slightly angled and full of small loops. Such are the downfalls of having to use a chalkboard to communicate. At least she's got a good enough piece of chalk to use.]

Hello, my fellow residents of Mallow Hallow. Forgive me for the sudden interruption.
Allow me to introduce you to a new acquaintance of mine.

[And then a video feed opens, like clockwork. There's nothing quite as succinct as a punctual transition. On screen is a clear shot of Rose's lap, and her bare forearms beneath the draping orange cloth of her robes. Resting against her elbows -- and her crossed knees, and her chest, and her stomach, and everything in between -- is a particular sort of black and purple and green and god-knows-what octopus-looking creature, albeit noticeably smaller.]

This is Herald Bonaparte the II [or, second]. I found him not too long ago, lost amongst the bustling crowds of Astralfield. He appears to be quite fond of me.

[She'd probably be fond of any stranger who plucked her up out of the streets if she were an alien-Eldritch abomination, too.]

Despite whatever fondness I may feel in return, his presence is key for more than just exciting the secret parts of me which find scaled-down recreations of insatiable monsters endearing. As some of you may have noticed, this particular district has something of a habit of entertaining the unusual. This, for instance, is something that I believe to be the work of whatever innocuous powers may hold jurisdiction over our beloved home, though the "how" and "why" elude me.

Creatures resembling those lurking within the confines of one's own mind... perhaps even people, or places, conjured before us without so much as a word of warning; has anyone else found something similar occurring around them? It may be worth looking into.

yurick

[ The communicator comes on to a slight commotion. The face of a woman is disturbingly close to the screen as she inspects it with a sluggish grin (she must be hungover), until another hand emerges from behind to take the phone.

The voice belongs to the owner of that hand, a young (sober) boy; Yurick. ]

Syrenne, cut it out!

Ease up you little creep! You're too serious.

[ Syrenne dodges with maddening expertise, then proceeds to shove the communicator in Yurick's face. ]

Oiiiii! This thing's tickin', isn't it? Well, ladies and gents, I'd like you to meet the creep himself, Patchy!

Oh, shut up! Nobody wants to hear your drunken raving.

[ The camera takes in a close up of "Patchy"'s (Yurick's) face, before being shoved away in a motion blur of black, gray, and brown. When it settles, Syrenne has gotten some distance from Yurick, and she looks back to the phone, grinning. ]

S'not raving if it's the truth! Little Patchy here should be going to a learning institution, right everyone? [ Sharing glances with the recorder for a moment, before looking back to Yurick with a smug smile. ] While grown ladies like myself attend the pub institution. Ha!

Some grownup you are—

[ One more lunge. Just like that, all of a sudden, the feed ends. ]

( ooc: Yurick and Syrenne [

bathed] will both be replying. As for action, they're out in the plain open, before the party log. )

taktikos

[ For all that this is a video post, Robin's hood covers most of his face, and he voice seems somewhat tinny thanks to the device. It may take a bit more fine tuning before he can use it to the extent that he would like. Still, his message should be broadcast network wide, which is all that he really wants at the moment. ]

This is your tactician speaking. I am trying to ascertain a count of all of us who ended up... [ He's pauses, searching for the right word ] transported... to this location, as well as make sure that we can get in contact with each other.

[ He turns away from the screen, as if checking his surroundings which can be vaguely seen behind him as a brightly lit black monolith-like structures, very urbanised. ]

I am in the 'district' I believe that is the proper term Crystalden. I am near the only tree I've managed to find in the area, and as such I am assuming it is the only one.

If all of you could try to find a similarly unique aspect to each of your districts and head to that location, as well as call or send a written message back to me, it would be greatly appreciated.

[ He sighs, and pushes a hand up under his hood, possibly to rub his temples. ]

I won't let this interfere with the 'situation' we must face back home, but I will need your cooperation.

Thank you.

[ The video is terminated, but the line seems to be open. ]