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[The video is carefully cropped so 82736775's face isn't visible, focused at chest-level. A chest that is clothed in a nebulously green fabric, incidentally (it's a dinosaur kigurumi).]

Hey, what up. So a-a-apparently nobody else is sick of sitting around and waiting for fake impossible "magic answers" to land in our lap with respect to our job. Remember that thing we're supposed to be doing? About the freakin' endless darkness plaguing this world? Yeah.

[His hands come into frame, holding a beat-up metal tube with a bunch of science-looking shit stuck to it, like some lights and buttons and stuff. Maybe there are some exposed wires but don't pay any attention to that.]

This... is a telescope. I'm showing it to you in case you come from a world where they're called something dumb. Like a sky-tube or something, I dunno. Just trying to mitigate stuUUuuurr-- stupid questions.

I have an ass-load of these things and I can make more. If you're wondering how, the answer is I'm a genius. [He lowers the telescope.] They're all hooked up to my, uh... something I have; th-th-that -- that's not important. The point is, I need volunteers to take these things out to the highest vantage points around, aim them at the sky, and take readings.

[One finger goes up.] First, if you don't know how to look through one end of a thing and listen for beeps, you're too stupid to use these so don't even ask. Go hit some shit with rocks, that's pr-probably more your speed.

[A second finger goes up.] Don't use them to be peeping toms. This is science, not an excuse to be a gross purrrrr-- perv.

[A third finger goes up.] This all needs to be at the same time. In a few days, the sky should be clear enough for a decent reading across the b-- urrrp -- board.

Serious inquiries only. I'm not here to dick around. Name a place and I'll drop off the machine.

[The hand throws up the sign of the horns before the video ends.] I'm out.

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of_her_own_accord

[Accord's talking to herself. Again. Seemingly. One of them has the jewelry -- A2, it looks like -- and the other two are in the background. Wait, TWO?]

Oh my GOD. This is getting ridiculous. How many are they going to peel off for this nonsense?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get snagged like this!

Nobody MEANS to. But this is going to create serious flaws in our records.

I'm really sorry.

And stop apologizing already!

[A2 looks back, then pinches the bridge of her nose before looking back at the jewelry.]

While they're distracted, I don't suppose anybody's had any experience with siblings before, have they? Because I think I may need some advice on that soon. Geez, this is why we always work alone...

becauses

[ Oyez, oyez, oyez, you’ve got a call on your magical crystal. Pick up the phone and you’ll see Glee, looking serene, confident, and in her element in (1) organizing things and (2) telling people what to do. ]

It has been almost two months since we were conscripted by ALASTAIR, and we have yet to meet, introduce ourselves, and discuss what we’ve learned in person and in an orderly fashion. In light of recent… developments, increased cooperation will become a necessity to pool what we’ve learned and plan a deliberate way forward.

I expect all of you at the red warehouse between the commoner's district and the outskirts, six days from now at sundown. For those of you inclined to provoke tensions with local law enforcement, incarceration is not an excuse for tardiness or absence.

jamminshield

[And here's a small boy addressing his bracelet with a nervous smile.]

Hi everyone. My name's Steven Universe. Long time listener, first time caller.

I know a lot's been going on lately. And I'm still thinking of ideas of what to do about all of these problems. I can't even find anything to do a vlog about! But, I do have a few things to say and ask about.

First... were any of you hurt in those fights at the castle? I can help heal you if you want! It's just... kind of gross... [He rubs at his hair sheepishly. The perks of having healing spit...] Oh, but let me know if you found out anything cool too!

Secondly, there's the meat and potatoes of everything. We have to get the people and the goblins to get along! I've been thinking of trying to write a really cool song to push them in the right direction. Like... all I am saying, is give peace a chance! [He beams and gives a peace sign.] If anyone wants to work with me or has any cool ideas, just let me know!

And finally, I'm also accepting suggestions for my new friend Peridot. She might want to reprogram her robonoid, so I'm trying to make a cool list of ideas for new things that it can do. Like, what if it plays music all the time? That'd be pretty cool! I bet you all have great suggestions too.

Oh wait! I thought about one more thing. That whole... darkness, thing. [He glances around uncertainly.] We got a lot of people from a lot of different worlds here. Does anyone have any experience with suns going out? Maybe that can give us a new insight.

Um... I think that's everything. [He pokes at his chin thoughtfully and nods.] This is Steven Universe, signing out. Stay... or actually I should say, become sunny, Chantes!

runningjoke

[The video turns on, and this individual here is… very green. Neon green, even. And with a stone embedded in her forehead, very similarly to another person who posted once before. However, unlike Pearl, Peridot's voice is less melodic, and more… nasally. She doesn't sound happy, either.]

Hello humans.

[Sigh.]

And whatever else is here.

It seems somehow, ALASTAIR has sent me something from my home world. If only they could spend their time on sending me back instead of bringing things here I don't need.

[And with that, Peridot looks off screen, reaches for something, and places a weird orb with legs out in front of the video feed she's set up. It takes a few steps to settle itself, and then remains still again.]

This is a flask robonoid. It's purpose is … useless here. It's really just useless.

The only reason I'm showing it to any of you at all is so that if you see it around, it isn't a threat. I should just destroy it so that it doesn't get in the way, but …

[She kind of wants it around. It reminds her of a simpler time, when she wasn't stuck on a foreign planet. Instead, she just flicks at the Robonoid with a "finger" of hers, and a pool of liquid inside of it splashes around before it finds equilibrium again.]

… Just let it walk around.

adlantisag

[ Kida's sitting at a table at the back of the Abel inn. The bracelet's 'camera' is looking up at her, dead center, from where it lies on the table. She looks relaxed, but determined. There's definitely noise in the background, people talking, glasses--busy inn noise. She's not hard to hear, thanks to the bracelet's enchantment.

She's wearing her Chantean clothing, and with her pendant hidden beneath her tunic she might almost blend in. She can talk freely here: after all, where better to hide a fish than in a pool full of other fish? ]

My name is Kidagakash. It is a shame we could not meet under better circumstance: four missing and two more dead. We have been in this place for weeks and we are no closer to accomplishing that for which we were sent. I tire of waiting.

[ She shifts forwards on her elbows, and there's a sound like rustling as her sleeves push her papers and charcoal around. They're bare-bones drawings of the castle grounds, as much as she was able to gather from scouting, but she's not showing them off unless prompted. ]

I intend to seek an audience with Odette's king. [ Nothing less. That statement speaks volumes, owing to the fact no one is currently permitted in his Majesty's presence. She is definitely what you think she's saying. Sure smells illegal in here. ] Where better to find power than in a place of power? Records, information, whatever we might use: we need answers that will not materialize unless we act.

[ Emphasis on 'we'. ]

But this I cannot do alone. I need your help. The palace is full of guardsmen who will need to be contained, distracted--not killed. [ You know who you are. ] I will need people for whom walls are no obstacle, with a keen eye and quick step. We have worked divided too long.

We will take a few days to plan, and move under cover of night--disguised, if we can manage it. We must be as one, because we will have no margin for error.

[ She speaks like it's already a done deal--like she genuinely thinks she'll find kindred spirits amongst her fellows. She might be wrong, or right, it doesn't matter. Skepticism will be met with assurance, and criticism with dismissal. She won't twist anyone's arm, it's not in her nature: stand with her or not at all. ]

We have much to discuss. Speak with me.

[ In person, on the network, doesn't matter: you can find her at the Abel if you need her, ruminating over her plans. ]

of_her_own_accord

[The video turns on to the familiar face of Accord... except the bandage she was sporting before isn't there anymore. She also seems slightly miffed.]

I don't really think this is a great idea--

[Accord turns to address somebody behind her.]

It wasn't a great idea for you to get grabbed by an interdimensional anomaly either. Or bringing in another one of us. And yet here we are, aren't we?

...I'm sorry.

You made this bed, so we might as well lie in it. No sense hiding anything at this point considering we're already far more involved than Recorders ought to be. And you even got damaged! Honestly, do you want to end up broken?

Geez, I said I was sorry!

[Accord waves the other person off before readjusing the jewelry to show that she was, in fact, talking to... Accord? Only that one is clearly the one people know because she has a bandage on her cheek. She looks contrite.]

*ahem* I do hope my compatriot hasn't caused anybody too much trouble. Normally we have a strict non-interference policy in our work, but I suppose that's too much to ask for in this situation. *sigh* Anyway, I have been informed of the situation, and since this dovetails with our work, I suppose for now we will be more proactive. Although I really don't approve of such direct influence.

[The other Accord pulls her eye down and sticks her tongue out.]

Geez, they really sent a model with a stick up her--

[The foremost model clears her throat.]

ANYWAY. We are hereby offering our recording services on a more formal nature. If there are any questions, please feel free to let me know.

Or me! Come on, it's not like you're the boss!

I am simply interested in avoiding the loss of any more units. Is that too much to ask?

babbylon

[The feed opens not to a person, but to a thing—to an animal poking its nose about and snuffling. For a lion, it certainly doesn't seem particularly noble. Rather, it just looks lazy as it yawns wide and circles idly. Gilgamesh can be seen glaring in the background once he's caught on, dressed in the spirit of the holiday.]

Shishi! Stop that! I told you to wait a moment for my big debut!

[Shishi does not, in fact, appear interested in this debut. Gilgamesh eventually storms up and shoves the lion aside, waving apologetically at the feed.]

Well, so much for that surprise, I suppose. But indeed, comrades of ALASTAIR! It is I, Gilgamesh, and I come bearing news! The voice of our sponsor, previously thought silent, has spoken and brought gifts! More specifically, this great beast...

[This great beast, who tries to make a chewtoy out of Gilgamesh's wrist on camera. To say he's flustered is an understatement.]

...this great beast, and magic from another world. I was curious if any among you had received such a boon, and what it might be! And also—

[Shishi, apparently not so riveted by this news, proceeds to flop over. On Gilgamesh. This goes about as well as one might expect.]

Shishi, no, get off, GET OFF!

[If only the feed were kind enough to cut. If only. It just keeps rolling and rolling with poor Gilgamesh caught yowling underneath. Much regal, such majesty, wow.]

naturallywavy

this is probably the only textng kind of message your going to get from me for everyone
i dont just send messages ! dont go wondering and endeing up all heartbroken and crap cause i havent messaged you back
this kind of thing takes patience which i dont have time for
but ive got nothing better to do and ill probably going to be here for awhile

what side are you on
why are you on that side
anybody else like screw it im gonna be on the fuck-its side
this kinda conversation isnt what you what than fine i have a crisis on my hands anyw ay

more importantly
what i have on my hands right now
its an emergency

SOS SOS SOS SOS
call the manager asap
sue the chef cause there was a crotch hair in my yakisoba sorta emergency
that kind of emeregency

if your around the outhouse near the den in city square
bring me something to wipe my ass with

ill give you
something

maybe

disheartening

Well this has been a delightful show in how ungraceful pointless and needless violence is.

While I could care less what that whole fiasco was about, if there are those who are still hurt, I can offer my help in quick healing provided everyone would start thinking instead of throwing fists.

That is, thinking.

not hitting, not throwing, not punching, not biting.

thinking. can we all manage that for five seconds?

beyourrock

[Pearl was a little apprehensive at first to go ahead about this. But when she thought about it, this would be beneficial to many people here. Especially for people who were not used to missions, or even fighting for that matter.

Swallowing hard, Pearl lifts her head and sets her 'communicator' on a rock in the outskirts of the city. Out of harm's way. Once it was perfect, she starts.]

Greetings everyone of ALASTAIR. My name is Pearl, and I wanted to offer my assistance.

[In her hand, it looks to be a sword, held confidently. She bows in greeting to the jewel, shifting awkwardly. This was so different than what she's used to. Heck, she didn't know if it was even working.

Behind her, another 'Pearl' comes up behind her, with a sword as well, about to strike her over the head with it. But in one swift movement, the opposing Pearl falls to the ground, flickering. Pearl lowers her arm, the sword having penetrated the hologram, which fizzles out of existence altogether.]

I have experience when it comes to swordsmanship, and as well as experience with the use of a spear. I wanted to gather if there would be any interest for some training. We all come from many different backgrounds, myself included. I want to make sure everyone has a chance to defend themselves.

For now, I'm gauging interest. Also, if anyone else is interested in hosting some training as well. I don't... mean to be the 'head' of any group. I merely wish to help where I can. This would help immensely for what might be on the horizon for us.

If anyone has any questions, please let me know. And if you wish to speak to me in person, I'm just on the outskirts here.

strictdiscipline

[In the end, she opts for the efficiency of a brief written message. (The message functionality of the jewelry still amazes her from time to time, but she's becoming increasingly fond of how fast it makes communication with others.)]

My name is Riza Hawkeye. I'm a military officer from the nation of Amestris. [Vague credentials, for anyone that really needs them.] There are a lot of us here gathered from different places and times, with different skills and areas of knowledge. I've spoken with a few others and we've agreed it would be beneficial for all of us to have a database of skills to pull from, both for this mission and otherwise.

[Most likely 'otherwise'; she can't be the only one suspicious of ALASTAIR after what happened in Anwick.]

If you're willing to provide a brief listing of the skills you possess, magical [because that's a thing that exists, apparently??] or otherwise, it would be greatly appreciated. If you're uncomfortable using the communications device I'm also happy to meet with you in person.

[And if you're not willing that's cool too. Everyone's got their secrets.]

ushahin

[The video opens up in a darkened tent somewhere in the woods. It’s the middle of the night and most everyone should be asleep at this hour. The half-man isn’t going to be sorry for waking you up. There’s one candle giving off just enough light to make out what’s going on. Ushahin is lying on his back, has his eyes closed, and is breathing deeply. Did his ring accidentally send out this message in his sleep? Then his eyes snap open, none of the usual grogginess that comes from waking up present in his face. His voice is soft but carries a tone that says he’s used to people listening to what he has to say.]

The dreams of both groups here are all so very much alike. Fear, growing tensions, and mistrust fill up their minds. Their differences are minimal when looked at from the right point-of-view.

[He rolls over so that he is lying on his stomach. The shadows from the dim lighting accentuate his ruined face. He might have been handsome at some point before some horrendous injuries happened to him. A sunken cheekbone, the other riding higher than it should, and his left temple caved in are just the most noticeable. It gives him an unsettling appearance.]

To walk their dreams tonight has become tiresome. You all, on the other hand, are a fascinating bunch. I have seen much I don’t understand. These worlds you come from have many differences from my own. So let us speak of them this night. Tell me something that sets your world apart and I shall do the same.

of_her_own_accord

[A certain chipper young tourist/librarian pops up on the jewelry.]

Hello, everybody! I trust you all have been having a productive time out there. Seems like we've got a lot of work ahead of us. But it seems sort of a pity not to take in a bit of the local culture while we're at it, doesn't it? I'm sure some of you have had some colorful interactions with the natives, or tried some of the local foods, or picked up on the local traditions! If so, wouldn't it be fun to swap our experiences around? Make this a real cosmopolitan experience!

Me, I'm a big fan of stories about weapons! I am a weapon dealer normally by trade, after all. I'm still looking into that, though, so watch this space!

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