[There is a flash of blue -- that's right, blue -- as the bracelet turns on. Fi is lying on her stomach, with her arms in front of her, bright blue orbs staring intently at the device as her fingers carefully pick at it. The young woman frowns slightly, her lips pursing together as her thin fingers try to pry the bracelet off.

It should also be noted that she is in the snow.

When the bracelet does not come off of its own accord, the woman chooses to refocus her attention on the hologram in front of her, speaking in a quiet monotone that, while being unremarkable, manages to sound almost musical at the same time.]

It appears that I have been designated a corporeal form for this universe. I am not sure why, or where, or how they managed to conjure such a thing to hold me, but I am going to find out. There is a 0% probability of failure.

[And that is said in something of a tone, with the slightest tilt of anger at the back of her throat -- before Fi pushes herself up onto her thin arms, to try and kneel on her knees.

Or tries.

She only falls onto her stomach again with a soft 'oomph'.]

... ... my communicator has informed me that the hero known as Link is present within the city.

I require his assistance.

[Hellooooo Asgard! There is...Is that John Egbert? No? I didn't think so. But he looks sorta like him. He's standing outside, right outside of Freya House, and he's got the communicator extended so it's got a rather full view of his face.]

Pardon my intrusions, all of you folks that may be out there, but I seem to have found myself in quite the pickle! You see, last I recall I had just found myself becoming the most recent target of a rampaging seagoat, and I fear that the blasted creature may have been my maker!

I was curious, and I do hope I'm not being an utter bastard by intruding, if someone might be able to inform me if this is the afterlife! I fear that if that may be the case, then whoever our almighty creator might be, has underestimated me, and my interests! I don't see any wild game hunting ranches or women of a navy composure waiting on me hand and foot!

But that nonsense aside, if it wouldn't be a bother, would someone be kind enough to inform me if my assumptions are correct? My appreciation will know absolutely no bounds!

[And the feed ends.]

[Welcome to a close-up shot of Momoka's eye, as she looks into the gemstone, before she pulls back well enough for her face to be properly seen.]

I think it's working... Hello!

[She smiles, but there's obviously other concerns on her mind.]

Did everyone here show up in a big room in a palace? ...Is it always so grey here? I'm Oginome Momoka, but you can call me Momoka. This is all a little strange, you know? But it's nice to meet you anyway.

[ As the bracelet slips onto Zelda's wrist and the color returns to her eyes, the gem bumps against her skin and activates the voice function. ]

--but I looked all ... huh? [ The half spoken sentence dies on her lips as Zelda's conscious mind returns with her color. ] Where am I? This isn't the Heimdall house.

[ A voice speaks up near Zelda, but too far away for the words to be distinguishable. She falls silent for a minute as she listens to the guard's explanation of what befell her. ]

I lost myself? [ Her tone is clearly puzzled. ] But I don't remember anything like that. The last thing I remember was going out to look for my bracelet. [ Another pause. ] Then, I've been lost for almost two weeks?! [ Panic rises sharply in Zelda's voice. ] Oh, Link and Impa must be so worried. I'd better contact them. Thank you very much for your help, sir!

[ She turns on heel and hurries toward home, lifting the bracelet as she walks. It's then that she notices that it's already transmitting. ] Oh, it was on the whole time. [ She clears her throat. ]

Link! Impa! I'm here now!

--
ooc; As a reminder, here is Zelda's spoilers permissions post, for those who don't want to receive spoilers from the game, but still want to tag her.

[He glances down at his wrist, at his bracelet, where his wrist watch should be...and almost seems unable to bear it. His eyes dart around nervously beneath his glasses, all around the room; anywhere but down.]

Am I--

[His voice catches a bit, and he laughs, embarrassed.]

Ahem.

Am I getting punked...?

[Please tell me I'm getting punked...]

[A soft calming melody can be heard from Draupnir’s outdoor stage and anyone that has their communicator on.

Aladdin had been exploring the town earlier but all the gray was getting to him. He decided he needed a good pick me up. Sadly he couldn’t spot any pretty girls around and Alibaba already told he couldn’t use all his money on food. Saying something about how all of it would be gone in a day if he did.

As he ponder what to do he spotted the Draupnir and decided to practice a bit of his new powers while taking his mind off his current problems. The minute he put the golden flute to his lips everything, seem to melt away.]

((OOC; Just a heads up Aladdin has the power of bardic influence.))

-- T-TWO WEEKS?!

[ Can you hear the sheer surprise in Gohan's voice? Because if you can't, you can certainly see it on his face when he hurriedly activates the bracelet, the guard looking a bit dumbfounded as he stands directly behind Gohan. Then again, if you saw someone scrolling through entries like their life depended on it, you'd probably be a little dumbfounded too. ]

Oh man, come on, come on...

[ For a good couple of seconds, Gohan is determinedly focused on the screen, looking like he was trying to find something specific. When that seemingly didn't work though, he pulled away with a somewhat frustrated sigh, and closed his eyes for a moment... only to mentally kick himself. Right, he couldn't sense ki here. ]

... Has... anyone seen a little kid called Goten anywhere? About... [ He moves his other hand to the appropriate height. ] A little over three feet tall? Really spiky hair? Probably wearing orange and blue? [ And then, an idea! ] Goten, if you can hear this, you better tell me where you are right now.

[ You guys don't understand what his mother will do to him if he doesn't look after his brother, okay? ]

[A neatly-dressed man wrinkles his nose in clear distaste, and after he adjusts his tie and collar, he speaks--sounding most agitated.]

Hullo? I assume this device is functioning properly…

--Right then! Look, I understand this city, this world, it's in a bit of a predicament. Unfortunately, you've brought the wrong nation for the job. Not that I couldn't be of help I suppose, but suffice it to say the United Kingdom is a little off the mark of Scandinavia. [He affords himself a mildly smug expression, and as he continues he seems to calm down bit by bit. Speaking is at least doing something, and the situation has him feeling restless. Better something than nothing at all, or he feels he'd go mad.]

The point is, I've somewhere else to be, so if somebody would please kindly escort me back to the mortal realm, London, England, year 2012, January 5th by the Gregorian Calendar. [England checks his wristwatch with a mildly sour expression.] Preferably after the moment from which you took me, else we would have yet another crisis on our hands and we really don't need that, now do we?

[--It's hard to tell if he's joking or not. Also, his otherwise stately demeanor begs the question why he isn't completely shaken at the idea of having been brought to Asgard, of all places.]

Until that time arises, I'd like to know anything I haven't already been told upon arrival. [By the furrowing of his brows and change in tone, he really is quite serious this time.] Would hate to be left out in the rain, as it were.

In any case, all assistance would be highly appreciated and you will have thanks courtesy of myself, England, representing the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

For now, that will be all. Thank you.

[And with a curt nod, the broadcast ends.]

[Well, Diva's morning has been interesting. Coming back from the dead into a monochromatic castle was definitely not one of the things that she wanted to experience. Nor was trying to figure out what the hell this bracelet was supposed to do, but she manages. Somehow.]

[Unfortunately, it's at a rather inopportune time. The video is showing a rather odd angle, but it rotates on the wearer's wrist to show one of the locals lying on the ground.]

Oh? It turned on?

[The video shows a young woman's face instead, with a dribble of blood coming from the corner of her mouth.]

That's how this is supposed to work? That's stupid. [She frowns in annoyance, but then looks thoughtful instead] Ah~ Actually, maybe I can ask! The people here, they're disgusting. They don't taste right at all.

[sigh! her life is so difficult, can't you see.] Hey, are there any normal humans here? I need to get something to eat, but these aren't worth anything at all.

[She looks off screen, and there's a dull thud, like she just kicked the person laying on the ground. But with that, she gives the "camera" an absolutely brilliant smile, then it cuts out.]

[Varon really doesn't appear to be all that worried. In fact he seems all too calm outwardly. Perhaps it was the side effect from breaking the Seal to rescue Mai. His head snapped up and worry became apparent just at that moment.]

Mai!

[He runs toward the wall and hits it with his fist, thinking that he's trapped. Pulling back his fist with a wince, he cradles the injured hand. It was previously burned from the damage done to the seal but he didn't cry out.]

MAI!! Can you hear me!?

[The grey didn't really bother him either nor the architecture.]

Oy! I know there's people about. Has anyone seen a leggy tall blonde with purple eyes and looks that kill?

What the hell is this? A kids' book? We've been chosen by "the gods" to restore color and life to this city? This is the most pathetic, idealistic bullshit I've ever seen. I hope none of you are stupid enough to believe this is what's actually going on here, whatever the the reality is!

[He sighs and cracks his neck. No use getting all worked up. He'll keep his cool, but he's still obviously mad as hell -- or at least irritated, and certainly condescending.]

Of course, there will be idiots everywhere...

And whoever is really responsible for this? You interrupted something pretty damn important... I'm not happy about that.

Do you really expect me to believe that this is the work of gods?! Nonsense! As if I had nothing better to do than waste time in some colorless town, anyway!

Eroica, if you have anything to do with this, I swear I'll shave your head bald, you stupid thief!

[ He makes a pause to calm down, and a sigh can be heard. As angry as he is, there is no point in yelling to civilians, and he knows there is no way Dorian is behind this.  ]

My name is Klaus Eberbach, NATO agent. Alphabets, if you are here, you'd better have something useful to tell me. Report yourselves.

[ Another pause. ]

... Damn, I could really use a smoke right now.

oY ;PPLS. o JSVE GPIND ,uDRL

[ oblivious to the video feed now running, one of the newest residents busies himself with his new device. there's a tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, his fingers are now moving over the keys in a far slower manner.

new keyboards are hard to get used to.

it's with intense concentration that he types, slowly and carefully, even saying the words slowly to himself to make sure that they come out clear. ]

Whoops. Sorry, I did not mean to do that. I am not used to typing on, this new device. Uh, as I was saying, before, I have found myself, in this new world, uh, with all of you. As we have been trapped, or rather kidnapped, as that is more accurate, to the situation... Which does not seem so bad, for a kidnapping, really. I think that, uh, it would be beneficial, to get to know my fellow captives, and perhaps to get some more, vital information, from other people who are in the same ship, as I am, while doing so.

( cut for trolltext! )

Auauauau.... I don't like this, don't like it, nano desu!

_{[As to what she doesn't like isn't certain, unless she means her current situation. There's the sound of foot stomping as well, as if that'll help anything, but mostly Hanyuu looks panicked. Whoah, when did it suddenly stop being 1983??]}

Rika, Rika, where are you? Hauauauau....

_{[Au au au au..... anyway, it looks like she's looking for someone named Rika! Someone has got to have heard of her, right???]}

[The feed starts out a bit shaky-- trying to find the best angle, perhaps? It wouldn't do anyone any good if he started filming just his nose or something for however long he recorded. Talk about embarrassing.]

Hey, hey, does anyone know if there are any cellphone towers near this place? [That's a welcome hall, Yogi.] No matter where I stand, I can't seem to catch a good enough signal...

[By which he meant his usual numbers weren't being reached, and Yogi was not happy about that. More about not being able to tell Hirato all about this weird place he'd found himself in rather than a 'calling for help' type of situation, but still.]

-- ah!! Maybe this is a nightmare, and I'm still sleeping?! A colorless world, faceless people, and no cellphone connection... scary, scary! I'd really like to wake up now, please!

[Signless has chosen to keep his message a strictly audio one on matters of practicality rather than fear or principle. While his followers are few in number and his word yet unpreached in many parts of Alternia, his blood color has only recently flooded into his eyes. That bright red can no longer be hidden, and he'd rather not give away his true identity too easily.

His voice doesn't tremble. No. It's firm. Incredibly so.]

Hello, I am a new arrival, I'm afraid. I'm sure I am not the only one who has ended up in this strange land, so I shall not focus on my own troubles.

[A slide of his tongue between his lips, slow as to not cause too audible a rasp over this warped and mystical communications network.]

I will, however, inquire as to who else has been gathered here for the house of the goddess Freya.

[Odd to say; there is only the one god in the common troll religion.]

Perhaps we could speak together in some way—find what we may have in common that would have her call to us.

[He wants to ask for the Dolorosa, but he doesn't. His lusus will surely recognize his voice if she is to be found in this odd city.]

And if there is any other troll that might require a helping hand, I would offer my own.

[That is the least he can do.]

[ooc notes: Sorry for all the edits-- accidentally posted before I was ready to. That said, for any other ancestor trolls that would be familiar with Signless/Sufferer, this one is younger than the norm, the troll equivalent of a young man in his late teens. Feel free to PM me with any questions/concerns!]

The population seems to have suddenly increased recently, and I do not mean of the locals. [There's a hint of curiosity as well as slight concern in his voice when that's said. It looks to him that these Gods are getting more outside help and he almost has to wonder if it's really justifiable to bring in more people for their assumed cause. He understands the whole "strength in numbers" approach but when more than half of them don't understand what it is they need to do, it's just a little frustrating.]

Though it's rather pointless, I apologize for those of you that are new and expecting explanations on how to return home from those of us that have been here longer. The only real key to that seems to be our task of returning color and life to this world. The first wave of newcomers may only offer so many answers, though at least this might make it a little easier for a larger group approach at understanding our situation better.

But, I have a question, for anyone that is willing to answer it. It's hardly mandatory. We've all basically been assigned as "heroes" of this land, to assist the Gods and locals in a troubled and difficult time. If you were actually given the choice to say yes or no to their plea, what would be your response? [Just before he's about to end his question there, he decides to tack on a little something extra.] --not just in this case. Would you ever choose to be some kind of hero?

[Sup Asgard, Selphie hasn't been able to bother you lot for quite some time. See, not only is she a clumsy little thing who periodically gets buried in her own snow fort by certain 11th squad captains, but she also lost her bracelet for quite some time. Thankfully, a good, thorough cleaning of her room has produced the bracelet as a loud cheer can be heard coming from her room.

It was under her bed. It's true; it was always in the last place she looked. At any rate, she's looking at the video feed from her bracelet with a sheepish grin on her face.]

So uh... I kinda misplaced my bracelet for a little bit but I managed to find it today.

So... what's up? You guys didn't go blowing anything up without me I hope!

[S'up Asgard! Have a hedgehog who's quills are in an impressive shade of green and sticking up all over the place. He grins as he gets the device working, pretty used to its like]

Alright, now we're talking. What's up all you people out there? Someone tell me what the majority of you guys are. You look more like Robotnik than any Mobian I've ever seen before, and I'm not sure that's a good thing.

[He stretches and settles back, totally relaxed. He isn't really, but hey, he'll roll with it. Not good letting people know he's worried about what's happened]

Hoping you guys can do a hedgehog a favour. My sis and bro don't seem to be around, and I'd appreciate any help in workin' out whether or not they're actually here. They should be pretty easy to spot. Sonia's got these pink-and-purple quills, and she'll probably be complaining about the building styles and "how all this grey is soooooo not in fashion". [He mimics his sister's higher voice before snickering and talking normally] Sonic's my man in the blue, bragging about the speed, and if he hasn't gone looking for a chilli dog stand I don't know him well enough.

Sibs, if you're listening, lemme know, alright? [Manic really doesn't want to be here on his own. His place is with his family. Being here alone...isn't going to make him happy]

Hm...[Cody scratches his chin as he looks into the holo-display, trying to figure things out.] So I guess it's like one of those new-age computer things, huh? I've never been too good with stuff like this. Buncha' junk, in my opinion. Looks snazzy enough, but it doesn't have much substance to it.

[He touches his finger to the screen a few times, seeing if the display has any tangibility to it.]

Ah, whatever. Guess it doesn't much matter what I think of it, if this is all I've got. Straight outta' one cell, and into another, larger cell. Figures. I can't be the only guy in this place, so I guess I'll put the call out. How many other of you people are stuck in here? What's the average sentence for bein' jailed around this place? I'd put my fists to the test, but I figure it ain't gonna' do much good, you know?

[His heavy manacles and chain clink as he puts his hands behind his head, resting it on his laurels. He gives a lazy yawn, cracking his shoulder before he continues.]

So what's the story behind this Thor guy? Is he strong, or what? Might as well make sure that I'm in the right house.

Anyway, guess I should give my own name. Just call me Cody. I'm from the USA, myself.

[Hey Asgard, have a familiar face filling up the screen -- or, well, half a face, since Link is a little too close. But aside from the eyes, he definitely looks like he could be the spitting image of a certain other green hatted kiddo you might already be familiar with as a resident of our good city. Isn't that peculiar?

Poor Link here hasn't a clue what he's doing, unfortunately. His expression is a mix of confusion and distress while he stares directly at the screen, finally coming into focus even as his hand waves over it, pressing things without any real purpose besides Let's See What Happens When I Do This. What's most alarming is that his face and clothes are caked with bits of blood, suggesting he's just come out of a rather brutal battle -- even if he's no longer actually hurt, and that's no less confusing than anything else that's happened since he woke up here. And the concept of Here is still pretty lost on him, caught up in his mess of worry about where Tetra's gone and what he should do now.

But aside from the occasional puzzled sound, Link doesn't say a word. In fact, the video is composed almost entirely of his staring at the screen, which is probably rather creepy. Someone clearly needs help using The Magic Screen here.]

[Now this is a surprise. Abductions like this seem much more likely to happen to most of the crew of the Serenity. To be the kidnapped for once, admittedly, is slightly exhilarating. Of course, Inara’s overly outward calmness doesn’t give that impression.]

A summon from Gods to help breathe new life into their decaying city…seems much more like a fairytale than it does something I would ever be able to see for myself. And yet here I stand. If I didn't know better, I would be certain this was a dream.

[A loose strand is pushed back behind her ear.]

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why kidnapping always seems to be the preferred method when it comes to asking for help. There are much less illegal ways that I’m sure are much more beneficial to both parties. Though, seeing that I’ve been given a communicator and no one’s tried to kill me yet, I suppose I should be grateful for my good fortune. [It's the small things that make situations like these all the easier to bear.]

If there is anyone out there listening to this broadcast, I’m looking for any members of my crew. Has there been any mention of a Firefly-class ship in these quadrants? Perhaps the name Serenity rings a bell or two? I’m not holding out for much, but some word would be appreciated.

 [When the video feed turns on, the first thing it shows is a large blinking brown eye. Then the eye squints and pulls away to show a young woman attached to it. The expression on her face was that of confusion: she had gotten the usual letter that everyone gets when they arrive in Asgard but it didn't make her feel better about it.]

Er, hello everyone. Uh, it's working right?

[She doesn't shake the bracelet as she asks. Bet some who are watching this are grateful the woman isn't.]

I have a question: do these gods make mistakes sometimes? I mean, it's flattering that they would consider me important enough to help but I don't know what to do.

[ when the feed opens, it's to cacophony. there's an overwhelming burst of sound, as though someone had just flicked the on switch on a turbo engine.

it's not until a few seconds later that you'd realize the sound is actually from an organ: a keening, maddening sound. as the video feed jostles along, showing snippets of movement, of organ pipes, of gloved hands and quick fingers-- the viewer soon realizes that the wrist that the feed is attached to is the one playing that harsh, heart-wrenching keening it calls music.

it's destructively melodious and heart-breakingly beautiful. and it stops as abruptly as it begins. the feed lifts itself to reveal the face of a masked man, grin wide, wide, wide. ]

I took the liberty of tuning this organ for all of you. Yes, the quality of sound has become so much more enjoyable, wouldn't you say? Hm? Shall we have a little concert right here and then?

[ ah, it's that grin again. ] Too bad, my services don't come for cheap.

[ somehow, it's clear that he doesn't mean music in the least. then, however, his expression seems to morph, as masked as it is. he leans into the screen, contemplative, before smiling a smile that's all teeth. ]

Lucille.

[ his lips curl. ]

So here's where you ended up after all this time. I haven't seen heads or tails of that pretty little head of yours since I got here. Did you think you could hide forever?

[ his fingers come down on the organ again. the screen blurs. the organ cries. ] Oh, that's just rich. I think I shall play a funeral march for you. After all that's been done, it's the only song that best sings your name!

[ laughter, mad. a funeral march plays on, heart-wrenching, until the feed dies on its own accord. ]

[All day and all over the city, you'll be likely to find one pink-haired girl walking around and peering at... well, everything. Buildings, trees, stores, everything. She'll bring her face extremely close to whatever it is she's examining with a rather intense looking face SHE IS CONCENTRATING VERY DEEPLY OKAY but after a moment or two...

She leans back and sighs dejectedly with the kind of depression that would make one think her entire world was just blown up into itty bitty pieces. But yes, if the sight of a girl oddly examining everything in sight wasn't odd enough for you, this might be.]

President Aria... [Except that he's not here with her oops call it a bad habit.] I think I'm lost.

[The feed flickers to life with Himari extremely perplexed expression peering down at it. She blinks, once, before smiling and starting to speak.]

Oh! I don't think I've ever seen technology like this, but it seems it's working now! Or...I hope it's working. [She giggles.] The card I was given by the lady who greeted me said I was brought here to restore color and life to this place? I'm not sure how to do that... but I'll try my best! Even if I don't think I could do that, being brought here so suddenly.

[Sighs, slightly pouting.] Geeze... I hope Ringo-chan isn't too worried about me when she notices I'm gone. I was supposed to cook dinner for us tonight, but I don't think I can do that from here.

[A pause, and then she's back to her chipper self.]

Hello to anyone who's watching this! My name is Himari, and it looks like I just got here. I'm not sure if this isn't a strange dream yet, but if it isn't... then the Great Himari might forgive being brought here if she's told more about where she is! Ohohoho! Line up everyone and start confessing!

[Aaand, with a big friendly smile, the feed it cut off.]

[It takes Sheik only a few moments to figure out how the bracelet works, but some time longer to decide what to say.]

…It appears I have been captured and taken somewhere. The question is, by whom? A well-furnished prison cell is not exactly the Evil King’s modus operandi.

Our warden should know that I am just a simple subject of our great ruler Ganondorf. And surely, capturing me will cause him no loss of sleep. It would be beneficial for us both if you simply released me.

…Although, if you are an enemy of his, I would not mind.... ah… learning your name.

--just push it with your fingers, and... OOH!

[ The feed opens on the snowy nighttime streets of the Loki district. A mocha-skinned woman with bright pink curls is bouncing (yes, bouncing) in front of the screen, her blue eyes wide with excitement. ]

It worked! It's on! Hellooooo in there, is anypony listening? Pinkie Pie here, on my way to the okie-dokie-Loki house! Not really sure how I got here from Ponyville, but-- WHUH-OH! [ The screen is a jumble of white and pink as she trips and falls in a snowbank. The fall looks like it could have hurt, but Pinkie is all smiles and giggles. This new angle reveals a lot more of that mocha colored skin-- it would appear she's been walking around naked. ]

BRRRR, that's chilly! This walking on two feet thing is tricky, I'll have to practice some more when it's light outside. Maybe I can find some skates and a pond!

[ So upon arriving and learning all there was to know from the rather UNHELPFUL maid (super powers, gods, another world), Adel did the only thing reasonable given the news!

He fainted.

--And then he woke up!

But he still sort of panicked after that, scrambling out of the castle and into town as fast as his scrawny legs can carry him to hide, because clearly there's no way this is happening. No no no no noooo way--and by the time he stops, it's huddled in an alley in Baldr behind as much garbage as he can find. That's when his bracelet flickers on in his attempt to dislodge it, and he jumps in surprise when the screen pops up.

A lot of what he sees doesn't make the most sense, what with all the scrolling videos and audios and transcribed conversations. So he tries to get rid of all that and smacks the 'record' button instead. So now he's staring at himself recording himself recording....yeah. ]

--Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! No, close, go away! Stop! Oh my god, I think I'm losing my mind. I'm going crazy and seeing things!

Hello...? Hello? I-if anyone's there, I've been kidnapped by some...well, I think she was a maid. Do maids kidnap people?? [ YEP now he's frantically whispering into the bracelet, shaking the camera a little as he grabs and shakes his wrist ]

I don't know what going on, but I am pretty sure that I'm either losing my mind or being spied on by the monarchy. --Which is not my fault because I didn't do anything! I'm not suspicious!! I've been unlawfully abducted so send....send...well, not the guard but--someone! Who won't arrest a totally-innocent citizen for no reason whatsoever!


[ and then the video cuts out sdjkgsk ]

 [When the video starts up an unusual looking woman is peering into, actually pretty close with a puzzled look, the ends of her nose wrinkling as she does a sniffing gesture. The ears perched atop her snow white hair twitch, the woman then tilting her head and raising the bracelet and tilting it around.

For the most part she's quiet, save for a sound that comes very close to a whine. Sounding more mammal than human before she

chomps

down on the feed.

Yes, canine fangs exposed briefly before she clamped her mouth shut on it. This happens for a second longer. Fortunately she pulls back and makes a face, obviously not liking the taste from her actions and then in a growl a few words are heard. Tail swish!]

Not food.

[If you happen to be in the Sigyn House, you may stumble upon Ammy here sitting in the middle of the floor trying to distinguish the jewelry!]

Hello? Hello!? Testing, is this on? [The young man poking at his bracelet is speaking rather loudly, more so than is justified for a test transmission. He frowns thoughtfully at the bracelet, then decides that he'll go ahead. He clears his throat in a mildly self-important fashion. When he speaks again, it is at a more reasonable volume, though no one would ever accuse him of speaking softly.]

Mr. Wright, are you here? [The question is automatic and ever-so-slightly accusatory in tone. It's not that he thinks Phoenix Wright is responsible for this, as it's beyond his power, but whenever something strange happens to Apollo, Mr. Wright is involved somehow, or at least is in the general vicinity.] If anyone's seen a man who goes by the name of Phoenix Wright, let me know. He wears a hat, and he causes problems. [Surely that's no way for someone to talk about his boss, but Apollo did it anyway. Belatedly, he realizes how that must have sounded. Oh, oops.] N-not necessarily in a bad way. Sometimes it's in a good way. If you see him, please let me know.

And--if anyone can hear me? I know there are a lot of us here, stuck in this weird kidnapping city. [He sighs.] I can't be the only one who thinks this is completely ridiculous. It doesn't make any sense. Gods and a magic city? It's like a bad fantasy novel. [He doesn't need this right now. His life is complicated enough. Although who would ever need this, that's the question.] I keep thinking it's all a dream and any minute now I'm going to wake up.

[He pauses, but he doesn't wake up, so he sighs again.] I guess not. But it's nice to meet you? [He hopes. In spite of the basic optimism of that statement, he doesn't sound too optimistic. Then again, he's not in the best of moods right now, considering the fact that he was kidnapped.] My name's Apollo Justice, and I'm in Odin House. [It's clear from the sarcastic note in his voice that he thinks "Odin House" is ridiculous, too, but he does genuinely have an interest in the well being of the others here.] Hopefully, we can all work together or something like that. [This is getting awkward, so he'd better end it.] Thanks!

[ Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap.

Truly, the simplest of machines could prove to be a problem for Samantha. A radio? Sure, sure, she understands that. Television? Why not? Nirinel seems to like watching that quite a bit. Oh? What's that? A telephone? Aah, although she's soft in voice, truly she knows how to work that!

She makes a face, but she's scrutinized this little bracelet enough. She thinks she gets the point, sort of. Maybe. ]

...The maid was really nice about this... but I don't really know if I'm doing this properly... or if I truly understand what's going on...

I. I suppose there's only one way to find out.

[ She smiles sheepishly at the holographic screen. ]

H-Hello! I hope... I hope you can hear me!

[ There. That should do it.


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Right? ]