[Haytham sighs as he works on getting used to this new technology. It really is quite baffling, even after having posted with it once or twice before. Really, wouldn't a simple letter on paper suffice? An in person meeting? Alas, it looks like this is the norm so he supposes he will have to just adjust to it and begins to speak in that high class British accent of his.]

Ah. There we are.

[He nods, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, smiling a bit as he lets satisfaction wash over him.]

Now that I have this confounded contraption working for me, I believe that it is time for a proper discussion regarding certain aspects of this apparent war that we are facing. After all, I do believe I am at a bit of a disadvantage with my lack of knowledge which could hardly be considered fair play. I have some details but not nearly enough to satisfy my curiosity.

[Then he frowns just a bit.]

Also, knowledge on where to get a decent cup of tea in this crisis would be most welcome. Assuming no one decided to dump it into the water. [He gives a wry smile at his own joke before finishing off with...]

I'd also be curious to know what my son, Connor, is up to of late. Should you fail to be aware of who he is, one need only look for a man very much like a bear with a baffled or vexed expression fixed to his face. [A little bit of a smirk appears as he continues.] Or you could tell me yourself now that you have had some time since your return from your rather warm mission, Connor. I do believe you have had enough time to recover, yes?

Thank you and have a pleasant day.

[He tips his hat then signs off.]

[ooc: Haytham finally makes his presence known! He's been looking around a bit and arrived during Mission Volcano. So now he thinks it's time to say hi now that things are settled. Best dad or best dad?]

[When the feed starts, Annie's sitting in a chair next to the window, fingers fidgeting with her bracelet. She's not looking at the feed, instead she's looking out the window with a dazed and confused expression.]

I-I don't understand. I... I wasn't myself... More lost than...

[Her lips press together and her gaze flickers to her bracelet and it should be pretty obvious that she is trying to focus, it's just... not easy at the moment.]

Gray and drifting.

[Her gaze snaps up suddenly.]

Where is Finnick?

(OOC: she's in the Panem kids' house. Just in case anyone was wondering.]

[the post is video this time, which is probably good for those of asgard who were totally horrified by how awful seth's spelling can be.

seth looks a little tired, a little grey at the edges still, and with a certain set to his mouth that suggests he's not quite as okay as he's acting like he is. he's good at fronting, though, so it's likely that only those who know him well will be able to pick up on that undertone.]

So, I just wanna take this opportunity to repeat for the record that losing your bracelet? Is a really, really bad idea. [he exhales, propping his chin on his crossed arms and looking at the camera.] Seriously. Don't do it. It's weird. Not good, nope.

[a pause, and seth blinks a couple of times, tiredly.]

Did I miss anything in the last two weeks?

[Hugo has fiddled enough and seen enough to know a little of how to use his bracelet, though not enough to text. Not like it matters much here anyway, no station inspector will be barreling down upon him with his hellhound of a dog if he be discovered, but even so he keeps the focus mostly away from his face and his head down so his shaggy bangs cover a lot of his ash-dirtied cheeks. It's habit and it allows only glimpses of his serious expression as he toys with small pieces of metal in front of him]

I need things. Gears and wires...pieces of metal. 

[He digs two dusty fingers roughly into his pocket and drops a few examples onto the table in front of him]

I don't have money, but I'll work for them if I need to. 

[He'll steal it if it comes to that. He pauses to regard a small spring]

...I can fix things.