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[A man appears on the communicator looking a little miffed. It's Clint, though considering he hasn't really been seen without his mask before some might not make that connection. They'll probably recognize his voice...or the Pricklemane bouncing up and down behind him on a bed.]]

So what makes me so special that I get to stick around after everyone else went home? I arrived when all those others did, right? So shouldn't I have been sent home with them too?

[He sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.]

Guess that was too much to hope for anyway. Things are never that easy for me.

[Clint drops his hand and looks at the screen properly now. Behind him the bouncing Pricklemane is joined by a Komory Bat sweeping down from the ceiling occasionally to bump the Pricklemane. They're playing.]

Right so since it looks like I might be here for the foreseeable future I guess some introductions are in order. Names' Clint or Hawkeye, whichever you prefer. I'm an Avenger...if that means anything to anyone here. The bouncing idiot behind me is Pinhead. And I just made the other one...think I'll call him Count. You might have teamed up with us in the whole bee attack...which I have to say you guys weren't half bad at taking down.

Which...reminds me. Anyone know where I might be able to find the supplies to restock my quiver? I'm going to need more arrows if I'm supposed to fight more bee monsters or any of the other neon monstrosities around here. I really don't think relying on Pinhead is gonna be an option.

[He jerks his thumb behind him and, as if on cue, the Pricklemane and the Komory Bat collide in a spectacular crash and then tumble off the bed and out of sight. Clint doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder which might tell you how often his has happened even before he started recording.]

See what I mean?

[There's a high-pitched yelp.

It sounds sort of strangled, or maybe it even sounds like someone getting squished under a heavy weight. Whatever has happened doesn't take too long to recover from, however, as the high-pitched voice rouses from that former dazed state.]

...Oh boy. Anybody got the license plate of that train??

[He tries to laugh, letting it peter off into a mild groan.

Somewhere behind him, there's the sound of a muffled, fat bark.]

[And here we have a new face. One who seems to have a fairly interesting choice in clothes, if the over-long scarf is any indication. Still, he doesn't seem to mind it any. In fact, he seems to be far more interested in the communicator itself.]

Ah, there we are. You know, it really is fascinating how many different ways to talk to people there are. You’d think that sooner or later all devices like this one would end up looking he same, but I’ve seen so many different kinds, over the years. And none of them are at all alike, except in what they do. Communication, no matter what form it takes.

So, hello, then! How are you all doing, out there?

[ The video feed is clear, showing the glare-tilt of Carolina's visor as the aqua armored figure stares into the communicator. Her voice is calm, collected. Controlled. ]

Agent York has woken up.

[ Maybe a little too controlled. ]

To those who knew him, his dream eaters are also missing. They may be looking for him. If you see them, keep that in mind.

[ But definitely not upset. Not upset at all.

The line disconnects. ]

--this? I just--

Oh, um--I think it's working.

[Korra really has no idea what she's supposed to be doing with this thing. Sure, Republic City was a pretty up-to-date place but this was a new little device. Really new.

Have an awkward smile though and a slight wave as she tries to keep herself composed.]

My name's Korra and I'm not..really sure where I am or how I got here. I'm looking for my friends though--Bolin, Mako, and Asami. I...if you guys are here too, let me know? Or come find me.

[The weak attempt at a smile doesn't work anymore and she looks around, peering at something out of sight of the camera, an odd look on her face after a second. She then turns some and a Hebby Repp can be seen.]

And could anyone tell me what this weird...thing is that's following me? I don't think it's a spirit but I'm not really sure at this point.

[Anyone in Traverse Town's Second District might notice weird flashes of light coming from down the small path to the Dalmatian house. This isn't something that's probably safe to practice inside the relatively small rooms of most Traverse Town buildings, but most of the space outdoors is so open that Ven's wary about practicing out there, too. He knows he looks young, and he's wary about people telling him he's overreaching himself or that he shouldn't be doing what he's doing, and the light would draw obvious attention so he's trying to hide it.]

[It's not all that successful, though, since the light is still really bright, and it flashes from the alley out into the main plaza of the District. There's also a rather odd sound with each flash, a soft, high, sort of scraping echo that's much harder to detect but is apparent enough from close in. Whatever Ven's trying, it involves his Keyblade, as the weapon is held out in front of him with both hands, and it doesn't seem to be working very well as the mostly determined but somewhat frustrated expression on his face reveals. For once, his Spirits are nowhere to be seen.]

[ ~~Greenish-blue~~ ~~seafoam green~~ ~~turquoise~~ Aqua blue-ish armour appears on screen, though the helmet design is a little different from that of the other Freelancers folks here are likely familiar with. It stares sternly into the camera; the backdrop of endless stars and a tilted rooftop behind them indicate that this person's somewhere in Traverse Town.

For those of you who haven't met this freelancer yet - surprise! It's a lady. A very serious sounding one, at that. ]

My name is Agent Carolina. I believe most of you already know several people from my world who've been here some time.

I arrived only recently, but I've been brought up to speed on matters regarding the Mother of Invention. [Her head dips slightly.] I'd be interested to know the locations inside the ship where people encountered whatever this... invisible being is, along with anything that stood out to witnesses - particularly the type of damage inflicted. 'Magic' isn't natural to our world, but from what I've been told, some of our technology might potentially imitate it.

Any sounds heard before or after would also be relevant.

[ There's a brief pause, followed by a clipped: ]

Thank you for your time.

[ Another brief pause. ]

And North, when you see this, get in contact. I'd like a word, please.

[York's image comes up on the communicator, and even with armor on he looks fairly confused. He's sitting in the hotel, and Sparky's in his usual position on top of York's head.]

Okay, so I know I've been kind of distracted most of this week, but what the heck happened on the Mother of Invention? Is everyone okay?

[Eraqus comes onscreen, looking quite serious business.]

This is a general message to everyone who's thought of traveling to the world that's appeared: please use the utmost care, and refrain from doing so unless you are absolutely prepared for combat, or are in a large group.

There is some creature or entity there that is attacking people at random, even those in groups, and has already caused a lot of harm. It is very fast, and no one has seen it yet even upon a direct attack, which suggests it either has some degree of invisibility or time manipulation. I would recommend people don't travel there until we can find some way to detect and stop it.

On that note, if you have any technical or magical knowledge on detecting invisibility or related, now would be the time to bring it up.

[Something peers in from behind Eraqus: his new Dream Eater, a Thunderaffe. She seems to be prancing in place, as if she's ready to show that strange menace who's boss. Come on, she can take it! Eraqus turns around.]

No, Soemon, you need a lot of training first.

[He knew what Wash had said. Wash had damn well warned him not to go alone.

Did Epsilon listen? Of course not. When he wanted to see something, he was stubborn.

That's why he's currently somewhere on the Mother of Invention in spite of the warning, holding his head. At first... It wasn't terrible. It probably would have been fine if he hadn't been alone with Allison and his memories. The Alpha's memories. Being tortured to the point of breaking over and over again. Now? He couldn't really tell where the memories ended and the world began.

And that's why Allison has his communicator, pressing buttons to turn it on with the camera on her person. The camera isn't steady... Someone needs to talk to him for her. She's making anxious noises and trying to comfort him... It's not helping. Especially as she knows there should be Nightmare Dream Eaters somewhere here. It's a matter of time before they're noticed, and her person in no shape to run or help. Not that he isn't more likely to put a hole in the ship than help.

Allison would die before she let him down in a time like this.

The background of the shaking camera isn't various obvious, but it appears to be a hallway. Epsilon managed to get further than the bridge before he was overwhelmed. Not by a whole lot.]

[Edit note: Added last paragraph]

[It was the middle of the night, or middle of the morning, whichever you want to call it. For most here, the art of sleep may have been... sort of an odd ritual than normal, with the constant reoccurring dreams. Emizel had been good about it not bothering him that much for quite some time. Many demons had a habit for staying awake for days on end and then sleeping all that time off later. Which may have been part of the case here, only now, this time the dreams were really starting to get to him.]

[Getting to sleep wasn't the hard part, it was trying to stay there. Rolling to a different side, curling up, straightening out, lie on his back, neither of those things were making anything different. Still the same dream, still the same memory. Being abandoned was bad enough just the first time, of course he didn't want to be reminded of it another twenty times more.]

[The next time Emizel woke up he got so fed up that he chucked the pillow across the room, disrupting the Spirits. From there he sat up and brought his knees to his chest.]

... I'm not allowed to forget, am I? [Buries face.]

[... Alright alright. Maybe there was something that could distract him from this. A minute or so later he looked up to the nightstand and grabbed the device, and clicked it open. There had to be something else going on..]

((If I know whenever or not Emizel is freelancing hotels again, or if he's staying with the Tea Shop gang or Days Trio by now, this post may double as an action one too))

[Normally Xion only uses the communicator to respond to others or keep track of what's going on. Today is a little different though. Despite the hood, it's pretty obvious she's happy about something as she waits to be sure the recording is going properly.]

Ummm...can everyone hear me?

Everyone remembers that Keyhole that showed up in the second district, right? It looks like it opened up another world. I checked it out a little, and it seems safe.

It's called Twilight Town. Some of us might remember it. I know it pretty well if--

[Here she pauses and if considering something, and then speaks a little more hesitantly.]

if anyone wants to know a little more about it.

[Those who know her can probably figure that the hesitance is less from a lack of desire on her part, and more concern at how the offer will be received.]

[OOC: Backdated to shortly after this.]

[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash (

unrecovered) and North (

brodakota).]

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Message 01. Technicolor Animals 101