_{[ When the audio clicks on, there's the sound of someone breathing quite heavily on the other side - not quite out of breath, but it's certainly... there, and it's - off. He licks his lips, straightens up his shoulders and oh, this is where the act really begins. ]}

Uhm, he-hello? Is- is this thing working? I don't really know if it's-

<sub>[ Say hello to Sherlock Holmes again - only this time, he's arriving with a fake personality, because that makes his life a lot easier. Especially if one considers information important, which Sherlock certainly does. There's the very obvious sound of someone having a minor panic attack in the background, and that's because Sherlock is just that good at picking up personalities and traits.

He's kept his British accent, but he's made his voice sound that much high end and posher (if that's at all possible), not to mention the fact that he's forced it up a pitch or two - honestly, he's really making a particularly good show of being nervous.

In fact, one could say that it's almost as though he's done this before. ]</sub>

I just- I wanted to say that... uhm, I'm here. And I don't understand, honestly, so if anyone could- you know, help, or something, that'd be... er, really appreciated, actually. It's just that I've been told all of this... stuff, and I don't get any of it, so can someone just-

_{[ Only that's not entirely true, because he's been here for a month now, and he's been watching every single one of you. But still, it's better to blend in and act like the newcomers. ]}

Explain it or... yeah. Okay, um. I'm- I hope that recorded proper-

_{[ And so the feed suddenly stops. Your move, Asgard. ]}

I did not know this item was that critical to my wellbeing.. [ referring to the bracelet - she'd lost it, but now it's back and she's returned to normal. ]

Hello, citizens. [ and she smiles a bit, head tilting. ] I see that we are quite busy lately.. What sort of event warrants lights and festivities? Is this an event that is exclusive to this city, or do you also celebrate it in your home world?

[Most people would be happy to be alive and well. Aladdin sadly wasn’t given that luxury, he had gotten somewhat of an information overload. Months of information from back home coming to him not to mention realizing he had been dead for a few days was a lot to handle.

He ended up spending quite a bit of time in his room trying to sort everything. At this point there was a question plaguing from the last thing he remember before he woke up. He sat there for hours before deciding to ask for some help. ]

Hello everyone, I’m sorry if I worried you what happened couldn’t be help.

I have a question for you all. It may not make much sense but please here me out. In unnamed place there are around 300,000 people documented to be living there. In that country everyone is divided into different classes, there are no slaves in this place. [At this point he sighs.] My question is how would it be possible to hide 200,000 of those people?

I know it sounds strange but I need to figure this out.


( Filtered to Hibiki )

[His feed opens with the sounds of rustling and the oh-so-beautiful scenery of... a messy teenaged boy's room. Okay, so he's normally a lot more organized than this, but cut him some slack, Asgard. The last couple of months haven't been easy.

But he's not addressing Asgard, oh no. He seems to be tidying up (sort of) and mostly humming along. Occasionally he'll sing lines that he remembers, but he's not too concerned about his performance. Have no fear; though he lacks the finesse of a true vocalist, he's not bad enough to burn ears.]

I... a-ahh, how long was this―?!

[Aaaaaaand he finally noticed.]

I guess I... bumped it. Haha... ha.

[Nothing like being put on the spot. Otonashi leaves the room, heading out past the main welcome hall. Nothing to do now but pretend like that didn't happen move forward!]

I think I need a change of scenery. And maybe a change in mood. We're all still here after all, but so many people have ... disappeared, haven't they? In my world... that meant that they accepted their lives and found peace.

[He shivers when he steps outside. The season is changing!]

Before I head out, do any of you want to ... I don't know, go to lunch? Just a normal lunch? I'll even buy for a few of you if you can't. [Because he kind of misses his normal, everyday lunches with his off-the-wall friends. He's no social butterfly, but he'll try. He can't be the only one who feels off.

Yuzuru tries for a smile, waves to the feed awkwardly (Otonashi, the feed isn't a person, silly) and cuts it.]