[ so the past few days have royally sucked, and Tsukiko's finally been given a reprieve from healing to catch her breath, recuperate--

... hahahaha like she would just sit quietly. ]

Is everyone doing better? If you're still recovering in the hospital, I can come down and help things along. It was mostly paperwork in the clinic today, too.

Ah-- that's right. And there are still so many arrivals... um, hello! My name is Tsukiko Yahisa. I'm a healer in Sigyn, and if you're new to your power, I should be able to help. Please let me know if you need me for anything.

[ okay, so maybe her smile's a little tired, but she's at least trying to keep her spirits up, though it falters in the next minute. ]

Also, if... anyone's heard anything about Ririchiyo-chan, I'd appreciate any news.

[ a pause. Oh, there's the smile again. ]

In the meantime, I think I'm going to make use of this. At this rate, I won't be able to catch up with the others!

[ and she lifts a giant bow - the kind used in Japanese archery - giving her viewers a polite nod before the feed ends. You can find her in Thor District's Arena on an open range, dressed in archery gear and concentrating on drawing her bow and shooting her targets. After a few initial shots, she seems to settle into a better sense of aim and concentration. Approach? ]

[So if you've been looking for Shiage today, he hasn't been out and about much. In fact, it looks like he's holed himself up in his (completely cleaned up) room. And what has he been doing all of this time? It looks like he's been playing video games. Dating sims, in fact. There's nothing harmless about this, right?

Obviously... When you've had your kokoro crushed, the most rational option is to close it off and dive into a place where you think everything is sunshine and rainbows. There's going to be a "Kyaaaaa!" and a "BAD COMMUNICATION" from the TV and Shiage mumbles something under his breath before he speaks more clearly.]

... Dammiiiiiit! If I only I had built up more affections points on Day 3, then maybe I could've tried jumping for Sakura-chan's route! Ahhh, but I can't resist the Class President's charms either! I really wanna clear her route too... Man, there's a lot of cuties in this game! [He still looks like ridiculously happy, though. Can't say it's the "healthy and normal" happy.]

But isn't that festival coming up soon? Heh heh heh~ Maybe I could rebound for the super moe Kisarag--Um, Sakura-chan before then! That could work out as long as I work hard enough. After I clear this game, what should I play next? Maybe I could go for an RPG! Whatever. I've got all the time in the world 'til my soul burns out!

... [A beat.] 'Least nothin' can you hurt you when you're in the 2D world.

[Yeah, something sounded off about that last line there. Guess who became a gamer NEET overnight.]

[ It seems Kyoko's found the free food, as she's munching on a bag of chips when the video comes on. She speaks with her mouth full. ]

Hey, hey. I haven't been here long, but it seems like everyone's a little soft on these kidnappers. Has anyone figured out where to find 'em? Or how to beat 'em? Don't tell me you're all doin' as they say.

"The fate of all existence"--why should I care about that? Don't go raisin' the dead if you want someone who cares about the world, "gods". There's gotta be more people who agree with me.

[ She's about to turn off the video when she looks up. ] Those birds are getting really annoying. Anyone know how they taste when fried?

[ the boy — teenager — looks somewhere between utterly bemused and thoroughly entertained. for a few moments, he simply fiddles with the bracelet, the video feed alternately displaying him, the floor, and the ceiling. eventually, however, he does let it be, but not without murmuring something along the lines of 'worse than one of henry's devices'. for those familiar with it, there's a hint of welsh to his accent. he looks tired, but not overly irritated — although that will come — and his clothing dates him as being from the late 1870s; his hands are covered in a number of faded scars, and it's undoubtedly obvious that he does a lot of work with them. ]

—If it hadn't been for the explanation, what of it there was, I might have thought myself to be like little Alice, having tumbled down a rabbit hole. I dare say the faceless woman I spoke to was as discomforting for me as the Caterpillar managed to be for Alice, and made approximately equal amounts of sense. I've not entirely lost a sense of myself though, for better or worse, nor have I had any desire to question whether or not I was changed in the night, or even my name. Perhaps that will happen tomorrow after breakfast, once I've eaten.

[ he stops speaking for a moment, a frown briefly marring his features. ] Hel. [ his lips quirk. ] I'm fairly certain I'm not dead, and I think I'd be quite disappointed if this is the realm of the dead. I've been assured it is both hot and cold depending on one's sins, circular, and I'm not sure that I recall any mention of guides without faces. Whatever the case, it seems rather counter-intuitive if I am truly here to bring life to the world. [ a beat. ] And speaking of life, I'm sure there are more enjoyable ways to bring it into the world.

[ pause. ] And if this device is meant for conversation and communication: William Herondale. I won't decline any further explanations, even if they happen to come from hatters and caterpillars and assorted small mammals with a fondness for tea and an inability to correctly tell the time. [ another pause — hesitation — but he ends the video there, albeit not without a degree of fumbling. ]

[ Those of you perusing the network, will most likely find this very openly angry teen throwing a fit at you. Anyone perceptive enough will notice that there might just be tears brimming his eyes, as well. There's no real person he's addressing, so don't take it too personally. ]

Listen you... kidnapping punks! Alright, I read your letter, I listened to the chick in the outfit, I did it all! I'm not stupid. I know what's possible and what ain't. This ain't possible. I know it!

I don't know this guy...Thor. What kind of name is that? I don't wanna live with some strange guy in his house...I just want to go back home. None of this makes sense.

[ He repeatedly flicks his bracelet, looking at it with arched brows. It took him a good hour and a half to figure out how to work the thing, and it shows. ] Oi, Suzuya? Are you there? Can you hear me? Tsukiko? Shiranui-kaichou? E-Even Yoh would be okay now...Someone just explain all this crap to me. Or at least give me the name of who runs this place so I can give 'em a piece of my mind.