『 ACTION - AROUND 』

[ It's been about a day since Naegi has been revived from... well, being dead. Honestly, he still can't believe it himself. It kind of felt like a dream, a really bad nightmare where you experience every single bit of pain and it feels way too real, but he knows better than that. He can see the large bloodstains in his room, the signs of struggle before he was pinned down, and not to mention the blood all over his bedclothes... Either he's still in that nightmare, or everything has happened for real, and he's believing the latter. ]

[ It's all pretty hard to swallow, to think that he actually died and that's he's now alive. He sometimes has to put his hand up to his chest, to feel his heart beating and to know that it's still there, not ripped out and in the hands of whatever the hell those monster things were. He supposes that's one of the Gods' powers, to bring people back from the dead and frankly, he's quite relieved about that. Still... he also wishes they also had the powers to erase his memories and experience of that night, of the excruciating pain and terror he felt, but just being alive is good enough. ]

[ People may find him wandering on his way back from the Gladsheim Palace, wandering around the Sigyn District to get back to his Welcome Hall, or in the Sigyn Welcome Hall itself, on his way back to his room. During this time, he'll still be wearing his bloody bedclothes (of a plain t-shirt and sweat pants...). During later in the day, after the video entry below, you may find him wandering just all over the place, looking for jobs. Feel free to bother him from his... well-than-cheerful self. Even if he's known for his optimism, getting over that death is going to be a bit harder than other situations. ]

『 VIDEO 』

[ The video starts and Naegi's back into his usual outfit with that damn hoodie he seems to never take off. He just awkwardly looks at the camera. ]

Uh, hi, I'm Makoto Naegi.

[ He just feels like he should introduce himself since this is his first entry to the network. That and, well... he has another reason for that, which will come soon in this entry. For those with good memories, they might recognize his name from being the first victim, but who cares about that, here's a question! ]

I'm just wondering if anyone know how to get stains out of a carpet?

[ He'll purposely leave out what this stain is, at least until someone asks. That is, if he doesn't really dodge around the question. ]

I think someone tried cleaning the stain before, but there's still a lot left and it's all dried up now. I've tried a rag with water, but... that didn't really work too well. So, any suggestions would be great, since I don't really want to cut this carpet piece out...

[ Who knew that getting a dried giant puddle of blood out of a carpet would be this hard? ]

Oh, and is anyone also offering any jobs? Or know a place that's hiring?

[ See, that's the main reason why he also introduced himself. He has figured that he should give his name if he's asking people for a job. ]

Thanks in advance.

[ And there's the end of the feed! ]

[As the feed switches on, Stiles looks a little more tired than he usually does, though he certainly looks a far cry better than his last video appearance. All his parts are where they're supposed to be and he's not bleeding or showing any internal organs, so, that's a nice change.]

Um, hi. This is sort of a formal apology for anyone who, uh, might have tuned in during my last broadcast. That was completely accidental and...

Well, shit. I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that.

[Never mind that he had to go through that...]

So, my room's kind of barbecued right now. I was wondering if anyone had a couch or something I could crash on until I can get it fixed up. Not for too long, I hope, but I just--

[He just didn't want to have to sleep in a room that smelled like burnt flesh and that had a huge stain from his blood on the carpet.]

I'd appreciate any help.

( Private to Scott )

[ Kaworu opts for video instead of audio. The particular reason is because he wishes to offer the network a gentle smile. It's needed after what happened, right? ]

I hope everyone is alright. And I hope those who left the city for a while enjoyed their time. [ "Hippie camp", that's what Samantha called it. Which brings the obvious question: ] What are hippies?

[ but either way, the point of this post is something else ]

I am also curious and would like to know if any of you knows anything about beings by the name of "Angels". The version you know from your world, at least. What you know about them, if they exist or if they are just stories. Anything you'd remember.


[ and now that is out of the way, finally there is another question. It has been a while since he has been philosophical, right? ]

And- if you don't mind answering, tell me: how many people know you? People that really know you, beyond your favorite color, favorite book or favorite song. Who knows what lurks in the depths of your mind, what captivates your soul and why? Who knows your passions, your fears, your desires? Who knows all these things about you and still accepts you, anyway? Still accepts you regardless.

[ She may not be visible this time, but even just the sound of her would be enough to say that Rose Tyler is full of a cold. Stuffed up, the occasional cough... Bloody cold-ass trip back. ]

So I guess s'my turn this time 'round to ask... What happened while the lot'f us were away?