[ The woman on today's feed is Picture Perfect for Prim and Proper™. There is, however, the edge of a smile on her lips because she was given a bracelet to address the Travellers and that's pretty special. If anyone checks the name on the feed, it will read simply: Holy City Representative. ]

Hello, honoured Travellers. My name is Cecilia and I am the head of Travellers' Affairs with the Bank of Dvalin.

[ A Heimdallan. Explains the formality! ]

From the kindness of both our noble gods and your own generosity, we have been granted the unique opportunity to serve you these next two days in our efforts to repair the Holy City following these trying times. Those of you in need of financial assistance for any property damage to your businesses or homes, please speak with me directly to sort your reconstructions. There will be representatives from the other districts as well for all your other needs.

Please accept our utmost gratitude and humble charity. We will rebuild our homes to thriving together.

[ She gives a courteous nod of her head before turning off the feed. ]

[ OOC NOTES; There is a mingle log for community service shenanigans here for you guys. Enjoy! ]

[The video starts with a young man's face, a fringe of blond hair over uncertain eyes. His jaw tenses, but his voice is calm and steady when he speaks.]

This city's sort of like a clock too, isn't it? It's like another Arena, just with nicer allies.

[Because everyone that he's met has been kind to him. Surprising, when he knows that he should be dead now, or at least in a lot more pain. But somehow he escaped.]

The only thing I really need to know, the only thing that matters is if there's a girl named Katniss Everdeen here. Or maybe she was here and got away.

[Even better.]

I know I should be thankful just to be alive right now, but it won't mean anything if she's not okay too.

[Ender is ragged, eyes still red and throat still sore, and stomach still tight as if he might be sick at any moment. Which are among many reasons why he opts for text] 

I have read the letter issued to me upon arrival. I am not trained for this type of mission. But if I have been selected then I have questions

[The use of the bracelet has proven to be extremely basic. Even the beginner levels at Ground School had more complex devices to train with than these. Back then they had had things that did more than record and emit messages. These bracelets were phones, essentially. Antiquated phones.]

Gods and Giants --- are these your army names? [He's taking mental notes as he asks. Houses had been mentioned. This could be some more fantastical form of Salamander, Dragon, and Leopard Armies, but as of yet he hasn't seen any uniforms or anything he can recognize as proper training or battle facilities.]

Or are the individual God houses your divisions? How are battles arranged?

[This place seems more like the game on his desktop interface than the battleschool, with things named after giants and gods, and castle structures.

He rubs at his forehead against the start of an ache at his temple before typing another]

Where can I find a commander?