[Laid out on a table in front of Gokudera are ingredients he's no stranger to. He's tinkering with them, mixing the various minerals into a small bowl for testing. Getting the right formula was going to take some work.

He's so busy he doesn't realizes the audio has come on. There are sounds of annoyance coming from him as he accidentally spills some black powder on his lap.]

Damnit. Tch.

[There's some shuffling, the scrape of wood on wood as he slides his chair backward. The next sound? A great big BOOM! And somewhere between that the screech of a teenaged boy who's thrown against a wall, cutting the audio off in the process.]

(ooc: The explosion isn't big enough to blow a hole anywhere, but it's enough to rattle the walls and make lots of noise. Have fun with it!)

[ Someone looks a little... bewildered? on this end of the bracelet. Yes, bewildered is probably a good word for it ]

The only time I've seen this much food in one place was in the Capitol. At least this quantity and variety. And definitely not in the Districts.

I know this isn't the Capitol [ and there's a certain sense of relief when he says that ] but I can't shake the similarities.

[ He clears his throat. It's time to get down to business ]

There's a girl I'm looking for and if I'm here, that means that she's here too. She has to be. [ Because he won't accept anything less ] Her name is Katniss Everdeen and the last I saw of her-- There was an explosion. Any of you would be worried about your new wife after something like that.

[ Of course, it's just a story left-over story from Panem, but if she's here somewhere, there has to be at least one kindhearted soul whose heart-strings his story will tug at ]

[ It only took Fina a moment to figure out the watch; she's used to much more complex technology than this. When she does, she fiddles around with it for a moment before figuring out the voice command. ]

Um.. hello? Can anyone hear me? This is a strange device, but it seems like it broadcasts some type of signal..

[ Her voice is hesitant, and she seems worried, potentially preoccupied with something else. ]

If anyone can hear me.. could you please tell me where I am? This doesn't seem like any place on Arcadia.. Or anywhere I've been at all. [ a pregnant pause. ] And.. If you meet someone named Aika... Vyse, or Drachma, could you inform me? ... My name is Fina. Thank you in advance.

[ and she awkwardly shifts the voice command off, hoping her plea was concise enough. ]

[The feed opens up on Ann, as red as ever]

So, I've been here a few days and I'm afraid I've a small problem.

[She holds up her letter]

I was told I have telepathy, yet I've experienced no signs of it. I'd be quite grateful if someone could assist me.

Some of the Gods here behave like children.

Heimdall's cleaning up after Baldr's mess.  [Baldr is an idiot, but he's not going to say that out loud because it might get him cursed.] Now I'm lead to believe that the God's relationships play an important part in our survival.

The first step is doing research.

Anyone's welcome to join me in the library.

[The video feed this time around turns on to a slightly frustrated looking Nine. He's in his house in Heimdall, but there's the sound of two other voices coming from somewhere nearby. Like the other room, maybe?]

Right, so. While they're too busy arguin' over what t'do and what not, figured I'd give a little public service announcement to everyone still stuck here.

[He shifts a bit, fiddling with the positioning of his bracelet, and there's the slightest sound of buzzing from his sonic as he tries to recall the video memory inside of it and... presto! A slightly hazy still-capture from a video he'd sent to himself should be projecting across this strange network of sorts. It's of a building, run down and derelict, falling apart due to natural weathering, animals. But most importantly, it's obvious it's a hospital of some sorts.] Found this just a bit into the wilderness the other day. Some sort'f hospital, by the looks of it. Mostly human in origin, just going by th'general build of't.

[The picture fades, and Nine is back in main focus.]

The other Doctors'n I have been debating most the night, figuring out what t'do with it. Considering how much the Gods like t'meddle and mess with us, don't really figure this is gonna be some easy in and out with two or three people. So, we're plannin' an expedition th'day after next.

Shouldn't be too dangerous, just a few dozen people, split between the three'f us, each explorin' as much as possible. That being said, the three'f us - Doctors Nine, Ten, and Eleven, that'd be me, skinny with ties, and bow-legs'n chin - are gonna split up, lead th'three groups. Not sure which one'll be goin' where, yet, but we're takin' sign-ups for anyone interested.

[Pssst. Choose Nine. He's the sanest.]


[ooc: This is the IC planning post for the Quarantine Event! The expedition will be taking place on April 20th-21st (Day 70), and a mod will be putting up a log for it around that time as well!

The Doctors will each be leading a team, since the three of them can't seem to agree on how to lead a gaggle of explorers as one giant group! So feel free to pick a Doctor, or let the Doctors argue among themselves over who wants your character with them on this grand adventure!]

<sub>[Today if you happen to be passing through the Odin district, you might find... Pascal. Get close enough and you'll probably realize she stinks, as well. Someone doesn't quite grasp the concept of taking a bath more than twice a week...

Anyway, when the video switches on, Pascal is poking at her bracelet at first, before looking positively estatic that it's recording.]</sub>

Omigosh, it really does work! Pretty fancy-looking bracelet you guys got here- being able to chat like this, it's almost like you're using Amarcian technology! _{[Which now makes her wonder if she could make some adjustments to it... time for some research!]} Y'okay! Sooo... these 'gods' or whatever need our help, right? Easy-peasy; that's no problem for me!

_{[She twirls, but then pauses, looking contemplative.]}

Except... what're we supposed to be helping with again?

[It looks as if Aika is staring straight at you for the first few seconds of the video feed, but in fact she's admiring the bracelet, starry-eyed.]

Now, this is a nice welcome present! I wonder what other treasures this place has in store for me?

[A pause. The light leaves Aika's eyes, and lines of worry crease her brow.]

Has anyone seen a girl? She has blonde hair and a white dress. Her name's Fina. Please tell me she washed up here too.

[Aika sighs.]

...I hope she's okay.

[When the feed turns on, he’s quite obviously pissed off to the point of shaking. It’s subtle but there if someone’s looking closely. There’s also nothing calm about the teeth clenching and danger flashing in his eyes, features contorted into a snarl.]

Gods? What is this bullshit?! Where is everyone? JYUUDAIME ARE YOU OUT THERE?!

[Gokudera doesn’t know if he’s the only one in this... this place. But he has to assume he’s not for his own sanity. Life without anyone he knows would suck, and it’s something he’s thought about often enough in the privacy of his own apartment. That is, what life was like before going to school at Namimori. It’s not something he wants to go back to.

He stares into the screen area for another brief moment, almost like he’s willing someone to answer... then the transmission ends with a ‘tch’ and a small muttering of - because he needs it to kill some of the stress he’s feeling -]

I need to find some smokes...

[Having gotten over the initial freak-out upon arriving, (her quick recovery was possibly due to the fact that she has her guitar with her here...!) her expression when the feed begins is something of a forced smile, being a little unsure about all of this...]

Hello, everyone...! [... but as she speaks, she seems to regain some confidence and enthusiasm. It's just like talking to a whole crowd of strangers during her gigs in school, after all!]

I'm Yui Hirasawa! I am going to be nineteen this year, and I've just graduated from high school! [why does this sound so much like a self-introduction in class...] My hobbies are playing Giita over here, [she brings her Cherry Sunburst Gibson Les Paul up for everyone to see~] eating sweets, and bumming around! [... did she just say 'bumming around' was her hobby?!]

So um...! How are we supposed to bring color and life to this place?

[ on video is a young man who, honestly, looks like he's seen better days. he looks tired and dirty and cold, and definitely looks like he could use a warm bath and a hearty meal. he sighs, finally giving in to using this thing he was instructed to, but not looking directly at it while it records him. ]

Che-- Even after searching for days, I've found no way out--

What a damn tasteless joke, keeping someone trapped in an illusion this long.