[ Live from Asgard's 'Great Library' this evening, a set of bookshelves taking up the majority of the background behind her, is a familiar, serious-looking face-- albeit one that's been lying pretty low outside her job at the hospital for the last little while. Despite the rather close set of the 'camera,' it's fairly obvious where she is... although for some reason she appears to be standing rather than sitting, and keeps glancing off and down at something she must be following some kind of directions off of.

Actually, she... seems to be wrapping her hands, using a long, dark red something, her slim fingers flashing into frame occasionally as she calmly addresses her bracelet- ]

How many of you are familiar with sparring, without the use of weapons?

[ ... Was it mentioned she was in the library during this? Yes? Well, hopefully she isn't bothering anyone too much, then. Eventually, she does take her leave of the place, heading over to where she fits in better instead: the arena, where she can be found frowning and outright attacking some hapless punching bag late into the night.

Perhaps someone forgot to tell her you're supposed to take it easy and primp the day before a party?? ]

[A new face lights up out of everyone's bracelets as Lyon figures out how to use this thing.]

Hello?  Can anyone hear me?  This is incredible, it's like something the Sindar would have made...  Oh!  My name is Lyon, Queen's Knight of Falena.

[The figure bows politely.]

I was wondering if anyone could tell me a little more about this place and why I've been brought here.  The maids I met before weren't very informative.  They mentioned something about bringing life to the world, but that's all they would tell me.  Does this have something to do with the True Runes?  I'm certain that if I could just speak to the Prince or the rune sages in the Sun Palace, there's something we could do to help.  I've never heard of a nation by the name of Asgard before, but I'm sure our Queen would be interested in forming friendly ties with a foreign power.  Is there a way I can contact them from here or at least send a message back?  I'd feel much better if I could let them know where I am.

Um — hello. [ there's a brief pause as the feed begins, not entirely certain of what to address foremost. ] My name is Serah Farron. I think.... I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it.

[ if the network is anything to go by, she had appeared here once before. hello deja vu. the peculiarity of it strikes her for a moment, but she'll contemplate it later. ]

The maid was helpful, but it's still so strange, having something so precious wiped like that. I wonder why they wouldn't want us to remember... [ though, all things considered, she's accustomed to oddity now. she hesitates in her musing — directed more to herself than the network — but is quick to speak again, more assured and pointed in tone. ]

I'm looking for a moogle. He's... [ she makes a hand movement to demonstrate. ] about this big and resembles... a toy, I guess. [ a stuffed animal, if you will. ] I wouldn't want to lose my good luck charm, you know?

[ she brightens with the last sentence, though she still appears to be slightly pensive. ]

There was also someone I was traveling with, but it looks like we've been separated. [ because mog is obviously the priority here... ] I'm looking for a boy named Noel, if anyone has spoken to him. I don't think he could have gone too far. [ hopefully.... but she pauses, as if she wants to ask something else, but inevitably decides against it. ]

Thank you. I'd appreciate any time or help you could spare.

[The feed flickers on to reveal a rather serious-looking girl with long, silver hair; she appears to be seated on the steps leading up to one of the God Houses, her arms wrapped loosely around her knees. At the moment, she's not looking at the camera, and instead, it's as if her attention is drawn to anyone who may be passing by in the area instead.]

Etro does not watch over these lands. A new goddess serves as my patron.

[She goes quiet again, apparently content to just watch the passersby for a while. When she does finally turn to look at the camera, her expression is nigh unreadable, and the tone of her voice is as calm and steady as ever.]

The timeline is different--unknowable.

[Yeul turns her gaze away again but quickly shifts it back, lips parted slightly as if she's about to say something. The moment passes, though, and she remains silent. After a little longer, she turns off the feed, but not before the faintest hint of a frown crosses her features.]