[It's true. It's taken him some time to get himself settled given the current state of things (both physically and with his own inability to believe his lot straight away) but now that he has, Mohinder has devoted some of his attention to figuring out this communication device. There are several false starts before he manages.]]

My name is Mohinder Suresh.

[Though he looks Middle Eastern or Indian, he has a purring British lilt to his voice.]

A few days ago, just after the flood waters receded it seems, I arrived here without knowing why or how I might be tasked to help so that I may one day return home.

I'm sorry to say that I still do not know, but I am willing to learn. My skills might be few here. I am-- I had been a geneticts. A lecturer. A researcher. Until recently, I taught classes at a University in Madras on human evolution.

I was also told that I might have an ability. In my world, such things are possible to a few with evolved human genes. I do not possess such markers in my genome, however, so I am not sure how this might even be possible.

[Yes. He's always quite verbose.]

I would like to talk with anyone willing. I could trade information for...cleaning perhaps. Or cooking.

Thank you.

In light of everything that's been happening lately... [ Which is a weird outlook for her to have, but she's actually feeling mildly excited about this... If not for herself, but for Peeta's sake. Either way, she's in a decent mood for once. And she'd love to help lighten the mood... Also for once. ] Peeta and I are starting to plan our wedding. Something simple, nothing too lavish.

[ She takes a deep breath, because she wants to ask Effie, but she knows that Effie will try to make it into something far more grand than she's looking for. ] I was wondering if anyone would be able to help me look for a dress.

Private to Rue ;

I've heard some wedding traditions include a younger girl who drops flowers for the wedding party. Would you? [ There's something in her voice that cracks a little, and she's welled up with emotion for a moment... Because Rue, and flowers. ]

Private to Peeta ;

You aren't allowed to see the dress until the day of the ceremony. If I bring one home, you can't use the closet until it's covered up.

See a buried bit of rubble, and you'll try to dig it out.

Try to dig it out, and you'll get your hand stuck in a crevice. Get your hand stuck in a crevice, and you'll drop your pretty jewels. Drop one small ring of metal, and you'll find yourself vanished for a week. Disappear for but a week, and the whole bloody place goes to ice and shit. 

[Riley pops on the screen while she takes a break from all the scavenging she's been going. She's got herself quite a collection going but why not take a breather? Besides, she has something she needs to address since everyone is down and, well, that just sucks.

So here she is, providing a distraction.]

Alright, I've been having a thought. I've seen a lot of girls in old magazines from back home and something always got to me whenever I looked at them. I mean, sure the makeup and clothes are weird because you can't do shit in most of them but here's the thing that really gets to me.

Was there some sort of cosmic bullshit that caused women to be completely hairless? Well, aside from super fabulous hair. And I mean hairless all over because I'm so not going to deny that I've seen the pornos floating about.

[Hey, she's a curious person, okay.]

Girls and women I've seen in my time have all that hair. Nothing wrong with it. It's hair, right?

[She shrugs and drinks some water from a bottle she has.]

Alright, are women hairless like that where you're from? Is this some weird as genetic thing no one ever told me about?

[Yeah. She has no concept of girls shaving.

So how's that for a distraction, Asgard? Who wants to be the first to explain shaving to her?]

[Hello, Asgard. This is Riley here and she is sitting on the kitchen counter in the house she lives in with the rest of the people from her world. Currently, she's snacking on a cupcake, clearly enjoying her sweet treat.]

Okay so, I've been here a few days and I think it's time I introduced myself. I'm Riley and I come from Ellie's world. You know, fucked up zombie apocalypse with more squishy mushroom people and less rawr braaaaains. [Yes, she even made a scary face just for that. Okay, back on topic after a lick of frosting.]

So, some of you know my girl Ellie. Still, not the point of this.

Alright, I want you all to tell me your favorite alcoholic drink. Or drinks. I'll allow a top three if you're really too lame to pick one. And if you're too much of a pussy to have tasted alcohol then you should tell me your most embarrassing story instead.

Got it? Cool, give me the best you got.

[She'll just wait here.]

So listen up, people.

[ The friendliest address ever is brought to you by Johanna Mason, who looks a damn sight better than she did on arrival.

...Or, well. She's not bleeding any more, at any rate.

She offers a tight lipped smile that looks more like a grimace than anything else. She's not the friendliest person in the world, okay? ]

As much as I'm loving the holiday, getting out of practice has literally never boded well for me. I'm after some training partners, sparring, whatever - you just need to be good. [ She pauses for a moment before grinning slightly, actually a little amused. ] Really good. Anyway, takers, people who can point in the right direction, et cetera et cetera, let me know.

[ And with a brief wave that looks more like a salute than anything else, Johanna's out. ]

[ Now folks, there's nothing to be alarmed about. Showing up on the feed is a skeleton. But, it is a skeleton that, from the neck up, can be seen wearing what looks like a pin-stripe suit and elaborate bat bow tie. His jaw is stretched out into a big grin as he waves a bony hand to those who may be watching. ]

Greetings, one and all! For those of you that I have not had the horrifying pleasure to meet, allow me to introduce myself! My name is Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, and I come from a terrifying little place known as HalloweenTown. And yes, I am, indeed, a skeleton! A real one at that! [ Because this has been brought into question many times. ]

My reasons for addressing everyone is that due to certain... well, the fact that I am a walking and talking skeleton, I seem to find it very difficult finding a job of sorts. Seeing as my usual duties I tend to at home are not required here, I wanted to offer up my skills to those in need!

[ Yes, take a moment to let that settle: a skeleton looking for employment.

... Moving on. ]

I'm very good at telling scary stories and frightening others, those happen to be my specialty. After all, one isn't a citizen of a town dedicated to the most horrendous night of the year for nothing. [ He chuckles at that before his eye sockets widen, remembering something. ] Oh! And I enjoy singing and performing songs too! Not to mention I get along well with monsters and ghouls, as well as dogs.

[ He continues to grin, not fully aware that this entire video is probably confusing a lot of people for one, if not multiple, reasons. ]

But if anyone could help me, I would be horrifically grateful.

I find it all incredibly strange.

[His glance at the recording is serious and almost maudlin, but he manages a quiet laugh despite this.]

How so much can change, and yet, there is still such familiarity in it all.

[Fandral straightens and composes himself, and the smile returns.]

I find myself lacking in company tonight, friends. [His companions have been uncharacteristically quiet, though however unsettling that is--and it worries him greatly--he does not say.] And I find it would be remiss of me not to offer my own instead. Would anyone care to do me the honor of sharing drinks this evening?

[Because, priorities.]

I literally just slept for like a week.

[ Jade's voice is a little hoarse, her hair wet from a shower, and she still seems vaguely sleepy. ]

Did I miss anything exciting? Any more giant attacks? -- how is everyone, anyway? Yes, hi, even people I don't know yet, how are you doing?

[ FILTERED TO ROXY: ]

Hey! I met Callie! At home, I mean.

[Guess who finally came back from the dead? She's been gone since the mirror Asgard, and honestly she really didn't think she would wake up back here. It was odd. But she looks pleasant as ever- as well as anyone can look after a long spurt of just not being here at all.

She addresses the network, and she doesn't really expect anyone to know who she is. She has hidden every single time she's come across the network.]

Well, at least I can say I came back from the dead.

[She's really articulate. Really.]

Does it really count as death if you keep coming back? It feels to me something more like near death? If anyone has any thoughts on the matter I would be pleased to hear them.

ooc; i went on hiatus basically right after the mirror event at the end of november. so she's just now reviving. u3u;

I have been here a while and learned many things from the creatures here.

[Leeloo is sitting cross legged at the foot of her bed with something in her hand. That something is what looks to be a gun. This one prehistoric compared to what she's used to.]

Weapons are not one of those things. I am more skilled with my hands. I have no use for something like this. Ma'oolzi. ["Stupid."]

Who would like to barter? If you would like this we can exchange. Best offer will win! And you must meet me to trade.

[She didn't care for money, not really. So whoever wants the revolver needs to make it worth her while.]

Souk! ["Look!"

Leeloo angles the recorder from her wrist to show she's sitting on a case of ammunition. The right calibur for the gun.]

This also. They came together. I just wanted to see. For myself.

Imanécocha achan'chinou assta fänko jesset bom felset. ["Machines such as these do little but destroy."]

Derek Hale? I won you, from before. Now I would like my date. That is the purpose of the auctions. Your friends were not very kind when it came to your descriptions. I would like to see for myself.

[ Look at him, he's so angry. Just so angry. You can almost see the sparks coming off of him; at the very least, he's nearly spitting in conjunction with his lisp. ]

Who took my sweater? I tried to be nice and let whoever stole it bring it back, but it's not here and it's starting to tick me off. If that Santa asshole came into my block and took it while I was sleeping I'm going to be pissed.

-- fucking around, damnit!

[ Yes, Joel is not happy. In fact, he's turning on the bracelet because he isn't happy. It's a video and Joel looks about ready to go out and do something a lot of people might regret, considering he's put the bracelet down and he has a smaller sized shotgun in his hand.

Meanwhile.

Tess is there off to the side. She understands where he's coming from, she said it herself that if anyone fucks with one of theirs--they will wreak havoc. In this case, they're both ready to do just that. It's like Robert all over again only this time Joel's the one out for blood, not her.

Leaning against a low table with her arms crossed over her chest she tilts her head, watching on, noticing the changes in him. Tess is ready to argue with him over the network, argue that they should shit out first like who this guy is, what he's capable of, the damage he could cause in return, but what good will that do? That will just show this bastard Voldemort that they aren't serious. That they're weak.

She can be heard sighing off-camera, rubbing her fingers into her temple as he carries on. ]

I ain't messin' around here. You listen and you listen good.

[ He leans close to the camera, eyes dark and expression hard, hand tightening around the gun. ]

Voldemort, right? Yeah, you listen to me. You come near my girl again and I will give you another goddamn taste. [ Remember how a gun felt, Voldemort? Expect a repeat. ] And I'll keep doin' it until you get the message, you hear? And if that ain't enough of a warning...

[ Joel disappears from view and when he pops up again he might be holding a knife now. Oops? ]

I'll write it on your skin.

Hello Asgard! [have a smiling Elizabeth!] Um, for those who don't know me - my name is Elizabeth. First off, to those I met in the mirror world... thank you. I'm truly grateful for your help & I hope you're all okay.

Secondly, I - I have a question--er, more of a request actually. [she pulls her ponytail over her shoulder & plays with her hair absently while looking into the feed.]

I would like to learn how to cook. If there is anyone willing to teach, I would really appreciate it! [the girl's never cooked a day in her life thanks to living in that damn tower & now that she has a reason to do it & the freedom to do so, she is eager to learn.]

Unfortunately I'm starting from scratch. I don't have any experience, even with the basics... [said with a light blush & a sheepish smile.] But I promise I'm a quick learner. [that she can promise.]

[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]

As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.

[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]

[ Effie said to make himself presentable, so here he is, freshly showered and clean. So fresh, in fact, that his hair is still wet and dripping onto the same shirt he was wearing yesterday ( possibly the day before that too, but who's keeping count? Not Haymitch! ). He smiles, so very pleasantly. ]

A dear friend of mine told me to announce my presence and make some new friends, and I thought to myself, now, Haymitch, that is a great idea. We've all been kidnapped to fight the same war with our feelings, maybe I should make some friends.

[ He spreads his arms wide with a warm grin. ]

So what do you say, gang? Hug it out before we all die bloody?

[ There's an indignant screech from somewhere offscreen, and Effie shouts; ]

Haymitch!

[ To which, he just laughs and holds up his hands in surrender while she comes and slaps off the feed before he can do anything else horrible. ]

[ ooc; so friends wow what a cheerful. check out this here opt-out post if you'd like to avoid spoilers for Mockingjay and/or avoid the more fun ( read as: terrible ) parts of THG universe! ]