MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

[The transmission opens up with a burst of static. The screen seems as if it’s trying to work, but all that’s visible is snow. After a moment, the screen blips and clears a bit. FILSS’s logo appears on the screen, but the picture is fuzzy and lines run across the screen.]

-day. Mayday. Mayday. Calling anyone within range. RT-636 Frigate-

[The sound and picture briefly cut out.]

-power levels dropping-

[Static.]

-last known position on a heading to-

[The message dissolves into static again.]


[OOC NOTE: FILSS will not be responding to anything here.]

??th Kupo

[A moogle shows up on the communicator. It bobs at the screen; it looks like it's in the second district, on the stairs leading down to the lower level.]

Hey!

There's something going on at the fountain in the second district. I think you should all come look, kupo.

[The moogle flies over to the fountain; a glowing gold keyhole is now in the center of the design. You'll probably recognize it from the dreams you've been having since you got here.]

A keyhole, kupo! I wonder what it could mean.
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Message 01. Technicolor Animals 101

[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.

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