[Unsettling as it was, this couldn't ... be related, could it? Color draining from the world wasn't exactly something she'd ever heard of or seen anywhere else, but if it was anything related to the Darkness- the stars disappearing, the whole of reality collapsing... Maybe an echo? But wouldn't it have corrected itself?

And more importantly, though she was doing a bang-up job of fighting off the initial panic (anger was easier to fall into, anyway)... maybe figuring out where the Doctor was, if she could get back to him or if he could get here or ... Rose wasn't sure. But if she had suddenly gone missing back home, she would bet her life he'd be looking for a way to find her.]

S'always one thing after the other. [Right then.] I'm guessin' anyone who knows me's gonna recognize my voice, an' if you do, I'd appreciate you sayin' something.

If I was a gambling man -- and I have to admit that I do indulge in the occasional friendly wager – I’d say that the odds against me making my wedding day seem to be astronomical.

[The voice is vigorous, the accent English – middle-class, clipped. To the expert ear it may even sound old-fashioned. Something out of a period drama, perhaps, except that there is an energy to it that doesn’t quite sit with the watered down presentation of Victoriana. That impression is only added to by the view – the bracelet has been carelessly shoved in a coat pocket. Most of the screen is therefore obscured, but a pair of gloves can be seen and beyond that, a gentleman in his 30s, fabulous moustache, fingers running restlessly over the walking stick he can’t seem to stop playing with. Nervous energy, or pent up frustration at the situation? Either way after a few minutes of silence, Watson lets out his breath with a sigh.]

As if getting blown up, shot at and pummelled by a giant wasn’t enough … Now kidnapped. And by legends at that. It’s enough to make any sane man swear off matrimony altogether.

[Wryly.] Good thing I’m a gambling man, eh, Mary?

[Turning his attention to the letter he holds in his hand, Watson scans his surroundings before setting off at a brisk pace. He seems sure of himself, if not at ease with the situation, although it is looking increasingly likely that he is not aware that he is broadcasting. His last words before the feed ends are barely above a mutter.]

At least the grey’s not going to be a problem, not after London.

((ooc: apologies to mute/text-only characters! John's not got the bracelet entirely figured out yet, so he won't be reading/responding to any text messages immediately. Likewise, video will be audio only until it occurs to him to take the bracelet out of his pocket. Feel free to respond with action if you want to meet him, but audio/video isn't an option! Or you just really want to do action.))

[The feed flicks on suddenly, and all anyone would get to see at first is the torso of what seems to be a male human, wearing distinctly modern clothing. The view then switches to the person's face-and, of course, the first thing you'd notice about him is the bright orange hair.

He looks slightly surprised, but then seems to realize he actually hit the record button and starts scowling. Yep.]

Looks like I got it to work. Is anyone getting this?

[A pause, and then-]

Alright, so I heard about what we're supposed to be doing here from that weird faceless lady, but it still doesn't feel right.

[ALL KINDS OF DISTRUSTFUL yeah, uh. The gods chose a pretty bad spot to pull him from.]

I mean, taking us just to restore some color to the world? There's got to be more to all of this than just that. Some kind of catch, anyway. I heard about those Gods or whatever, but this is still really goddamn fishy.

....And how the hell are we supposed to do that, anyway?

[...Yeah, he didn't listen all the way to the maid. He was too busy wanting to get out of there, whoops.

He's about to turn it off, then-]

Oh yeah-and if anyone I know is hearing this, try to get into contact with me, alright?

[Off it goes.]

[The feed ends almost as soon as it begins. Only a flicker of video is shown before it cuts out.

However, it goes in and out several times, and each time it shows a brown-haired man in a bright orange blazer with an awestruck expression on his face. He seems to be pressing several buttons on his screen at once, saying something that's hard to make out since he keeps cutting the feed out. In reality, this idiot has probably made several little video embeds on accident.]

Ho-- [click] he hec-- [click] does this th-- [click] work?! ... Ah?

[Finally, the feed is stable. The man grins, triumphant that he got it to work.]

Finally! Man, this thing is so cool! I never thought I'd get to touch a real holographic screen in my lifetime. This stuff is only in sci-fi movies back home!

Anyway, the name's Larry Butz, and I'm stayin' in the Freya House from now on. Y'know, the house that's practically full of girls? Yeah, that one. [He looks especially proud of this.] Nice to meet you guys, and stuff.

But my main reason for this post was I wanted to ask you guys something. What do you do for fun around here? I saw some kind of "comfort house" on the way to the welcome hall and that looks promising, but what else is there here? Any clubs or something like that?

[Is it obvious enough that this guy lost his map? And what about that "mission" they're supposed to be on? This man has other priorities.

He looks thoughtful for a moment, as if he's trying to figure out how to end this ridiculous post.]

So, uh, yeah. Thanks!