[So, despite the fact that the maid took the time to explain the bracelet to her, there are several problems that prevent her from working it. The first would be that she wasn't exactly listening; getting sent to a new world can be pretty disorienting! Secondly, she's from the early twentieth century and what is this bizarre technology. She managed to access the touch screen, but that's about the most she can figure out. The solution? Press every button imaginable until something works.

First, an enlightening and eloquent text:]

sksdhfj i3wernsdkfshgjd sjhfssifkdgfisgdfggfisdrf?1?1hskdjfamn

[Then, the feed switches to voice for a brief moment, long enough to pick up the following words:]

Really, really confusing! I don't think I'm doing this right—

[Now it's time for some video! It's not pointed directly at her, but her hair and a small amount of her face makes it into the view. The feed is shaky, too, as she's running through the streets frantically.]

I really don't think something like this could be happening, but I don't—

[And then the video lurches before the communication ends altogether, because she sure did just trip and fall over.]

[Talking to people isn't really something Laura seeks to do most of the time. Sometimes, however, it does serve a purpose.]

Is there anyone who is hiring? I am seeking work.

[As for her work qualificiations...she'll avoid listing them until someone asks.]

Also, I would like to speak with people from Hel house with the body manipulation ability and people from Sigyn house with the ability to heal. Preferably those with refined control.

[It's a solution she's come up with for getting around her lack of healing factor and repeatedly re-injuring her hands every time it occurs to her to use her claws.]

I will pay you for your help with something once I have a job. Thank you for your time.

This place is fucking insane.

Fighting fairies and dragons is one thing, but why the hell do we have to do shit like making cupcakes and having a shitty dance? This isn't a goddamn high school, and frankly, if the gods need me to vote for prom queen for the good of this stupid place, then they've definitely recruited the wrong bastard. 

[A young woman with a serious expression on her face appears on the screen. There are two shallow cuts bleeding freely on each of her hands near the knuckles. If the pain is bothering her, her expression doesn't betray her feelings on the matter. If anything, she looks mildly annoyed and confused, as if something isn't working as it should be and she doesn't understand why.]

I require bandages and information. If there are any X-men present, please give me your current location and I will find you.

[She pauses for a moment.]

Thank you in advance for your help.

Since the cupcake competition ended a few days ago, are we going to start preparing for the knitting competition soon?

I had a busy life doing important things before I was abducted and taken here. This is insulting and disgusting. This charade better be exposed soon so I can go home and tend to that unfinished business.

And you people that go along with it and encourage these people are no better.

Damn it.

[Before she says anything, there is that silent pause, making sure she's doing this right. It only lasts a few seconds, before Minako is smiling brightly and giving a wave.]

I guess this may seem a bit ridiculous, since they're just about everywhere right now, but I was wondering... would anybody like some cupcakes?

[Something about this is a bit funny to her, maybe because of the circumstances themselves.] If there's anyone who's not completely cupcake'd out, that is! I made too many and I really wouldn't want them to go to waste. They may not be prize-winners, but they're pretty good! I'm in Freya right now, but I don't mind taking them elsewhere if you're in another house, or don't want to come here.

I'd like to try the ones other people made, too! So just let me know if you want to meet up.

[Concise and to the point, but never lacking in energy. That's all she's got to say though, so with a wave, she cuts the video there.]

[There are many things to consider as Gevanni contemplates his options. He’s taken his time to analyze the network and by now he has some understanding of the situation that he’s in. Many elements need to be taken into consideration and the young agent isn’t about to leave any small openings behind.

The one thing that bothers him if how his real name keeps being used as he tries to access the network.

Stephen Loud.

He's tried to find a way to change it but the bracelet has proven to be just as stubborn as him. Too used to his alias, it causes more than a bit of annoyance to the dark haired man. Still wanting some anonymity,  it’s only natural that the audio feature is the best option. So ignoring his feelings for a bit, he focuses on calming himself when he finally turns the audio on. ]

This is starting to turn out to be a very peculiar experience.

[His voice is pleasantly calm with a rich and somewhat warm undertone. There might even be a hint of amusement heard. It's still all business for him, though.]

So let’s get straight to the point.

Does anyone have any useful information that they’d like to share about this very grey world. Besides that little and rather lacking explanation that our hosts have fed us of course.

While some of us can play around and forget that this is still a case of abduction, there are some of us who can't give ourselves such privileges. After all, there are only so many vacation days that I can take.

[He knows very well that he’s sounding cocky but he doesn’t care. Reactions are what he’s looking for right now and he’ll make sure to get it.]

[The angry albino kid on the feed? Has been pretty much ignoring everyone else's existence for his entire stay thusfar. Congrats, he's finally bored enough to bother with communicating with other people.]

Is anyone else already bored with this shithole? [Not like he had any interest in being here in the first place.] It's such a nuisance, being stuck here...

[Sigh.]

I just said I wasn't going to go on that dumb trip to Hawaii, so I guess it's only natural that I'd get thrown into a place like this right afterwards. To think I could ever honestly miss the fucked-up city I'm from...