[This wasn't meant to be a video, but it's a video nonetheless. Rosemariné thought he'd only have to speak, not be seen as well, but the concept of touch screens is a bit ahead of his time, to put it lightly. It's kind of a miracle he managed to get this far, although that might have been due to him spending the last four hours fiddling with the bracelet (and frequently throwing it onto his desk). What viewers have the pleasure of seeing now is a incredibly pretty individual dressed in the manner of a 19th-century man with far too much money on his hands. One that hates you so much that he doesn't even want to spend the energy to whack you over the head. Yes, you.]

Good afternoon.

[If he seems incredibly angry at the world right now, it's probably because he is. His words are polite but curt, as if he's trying to make sure that everything gets said as bluntly as possible so he can get back to glaring at things.]

I've already been told that there's no use in insisting I'm sent back immediately, so you don't need to tell me. That doesn't mean I'm at all inclined to believe it, but there you are. I'm tired of hearing the same thing constantly, as if I'm an idiot. If you happen to have information that is more useful, however, I'm happy to hear it.

[A small, annoyed sigh, although he doesn't drop his composure. (That, too, has already happened in a strictly private setting.)]

Now, as for this whole affair with emotions and patron deities... my Scandinavian roots do not mean that I believe in the gods of old. They are a part of fascinating legends, and nothing more. I require a proper Christian church to reach a state of health and happiness, so you've chosen very poorly if that's what you want from me.

That is all.

[The video lasts for another minute, though, as he attempts to make it stop.]

▸▸ VIDEO

So I suppose everyone had already asked everything that's relevant in the past few days. "What's your name, where did you come from . . ." 【 a thoughtful frown mars that pretty face. 】

But! I still have a question and it's a very important, very critical question to me right now.

【 there's a headtilt, his hand rising to rub his temples. 】

What do you do when something important gets stolen from you? Like something really, really important that the people you know would probably knock the lights out of you if they ever find out you lost it?

【 a heavy, depressive, rather exaggerated sigh. he hardly looks like he's fretting about it anyway. 】 I feel like I've been bullied out of something. Which is a weird feeling because I'm usually the bully.

Ah, speaking of being bullied! 【 that serious, thoughtful expression? has now been replaced by a wide, wide smile that speaks of blackmail and sadism innocence and friendliness. 】 Kaz, I don't believe you told me which house you belonged to. How am I supposed to drop by and visit you then?

[Asuka doesn't want to be here.

She hates the Angels, but Eva 02 is all she has. And all she can think about is what happened to her body and everything before that.

She's been watching others' video feeds off and on for the past day or so, and it seems like she isn't the only one who arrived here inexplicably. Everyone has lost everything. Still, this isn't fair to her.

She records herself eventually, because she hasn't woken up elsewhere yet and she has to start somewhere. Also, she's hungry. Her hair is brushed, and she is still in her red plugsuit. Her voice has a twang to it.]

Hi! My name is Asuka. Asuka Langley Soryu! I've actually been here for a couple of days, but I wanted to put off using this ugly bracelet for as long as I could. If anyone I know is hiding somewhere, come out wherever you are so we can figure out a way to get out of here! At least I'm not taking this sitting down.

I think... I may... Finally have found out how to use this!

[He grins widely at his bracelet. It took a few days but maybe, just maybe he found out how to at least make a recording for others to answer on this network that Maid had spoken of.]

Whether I succeeded or not, that might be a different matter entirely.

Hm, Well then. To anyone who sees this message, would you know a good place to purchase a pair of gloves, three large crystals and perhaps a wooden staff?

[Aaron pauses for a moment, cocking his head to the side.]

Also an Axe and some rope? I doubt I would have the enough funds but it's always good to know which shops have the items I am looking for.

[The image is shaky for a moment, blurred dark hair cut so precisely and a quick glimpse of violet before – ah. Yomi peers down into the bracelet’s stone, blinking, and then smiles.]

I guess I’m still not used to it. [Out of sight, there’s a slight scrape of metal against stone.] I’m Yomi Isayama – I don’t think I’ve spoken to many people yet. I guess since we’re all stuck here, making a friend or two won’t be such a bad thing.

A few days ago, I didn’t even really believe in gods. Weird how things change, huh. [For a moment, her gaze is faraway.

Yomi chuckles a little self-consciously, pushing back some of her hair.] Sorry, does anyone know a girl called Kagura? [No last name, no description. She’s playing it close to the vest.]