[The Ψiioniic had figured out how to work his bracelet long ago, but had yet to actually make a post to the network himself. He'll admit, he's more of an observer than someone who would take action, but his curiosity isn't going to take the backseat any longer.

…Sheesh, this is going to be awkward. He's not used to speaking to a crowd of people.]

Hello, ah… people of Athgard.

Thince losing my abilitiesth… I'd like thome athithtance in practicing with the new abilities we've been given. Any voulenteersth would be appreciated.

[ Now that the cupcake event is over, Klaus has decided to take a shot at cooking. As the video starts, he can be seen peeling and cutting potatoes in order to fry them. Though it's not visible due to the camera angle, people at Heimdall will probably notice that he's also making coffee due to the strong smell coming from it.  ]

I was informed that many of us have some kind of military experience. I would like to hear more about that.

[ He makes a pause in order to drop the potatoes he has already cut into the oil. ]

Also, I believe there was some sort of... justice system in the works? Has there been any progress?

[Hello there, Assguardians. Welcome to the Karkat Rambles hour. This time, we have yet another shot of his room, only this time, there's a much taller troll wearing clown makeup curled up in a pile of blankets on the floor in the corner.]

Hey. Listen up.

[Karkat leans into view, much closer to the camera, and gestures to Gamzee. His voice is down for the most part; he doesn't want to wake him when he's actually getting rest for once.]

This is important, to everyone. I'm not gonna skirt around details here, and I don't need any of you pissing and moaning about how I'm talking forever just to listen to the sound of my own voice, so we'll get straight to the point this time.

The asshole so gracefully passed out over there is my moirail, Gamzee. And so there's no questions about what a moirail is, it's a form of platonic romance in my culture. We take care of each other, that's all you need to know about that. The point of this isn't to ramble about the complexities of my home world's social procedures. The point is, Gamzee isn't all right in the head, okay? Most of the time, he's okay, but this place isn't exactly easy on him. If you're talking to him or hanging out with him, and things start to get bad, you need to contact me immediately. If he's angry, don't fucking provoke him, you'll get yourself screwed over. My name, if you don't know yet, is Karkat.

[And now he's moving in front of the camera completely, bringing the focus more to himself. Then he points to his face, giving the camera a rather unamused look.]

Get that? Karkat. Karkat Vantas, if you're an OCD moron and need to be as specific as possible. If Gamzee's speaking with you over text, he uses indigo font, and frequently overuses the word "motherfuck". He also honks. A lot. That's another thing--don't mess with his fucking horn, it makes him happy.

[He straightens, breathing slowly to calm himself down.]

Anyway, I thought it would be helpful to let you idiots know about a potential problem, so there. Gamzee freaks out, you call me. I hope that's simple enough for you.

[And then he cuts the feed, and goes to add a little extra, more private announcement.]

( [LOCKED to Terezi and Sollux] )

【 ion's frustrated, can you tell by his heavily accented english and the fact that he's clutching a thick, black cloak around him?

he's been trying to work on the bracelet and soon gave up, not realizing that he managed to figure it out anyway. the little lord needs a lot of help. not that he'll admit it. 】

This map is completely useless! Terrans and their complex street system.

【 cue map being thrown on the ground. guess who's lost? 】

Gods, they say? 【 a snort. 】 I've yet to meet gods who seek assistance from mortals by kidnapping them. 【 muttering and then -- 】 The Empire will not stand to have Her children abducted with such underhanded methods and accompanied by such ridiculous reasons by so-called deities.

【 then again, at least these gods didn't have an inquisition squad.

anyway, since he's lost, ion has no choice but to pick up the map again. studying it -- figuring it out. a moment later, it goes flying out of his hand again due to frustration and annoyance. 】

Where in the Empire's name is that House anyway?!

-- lot of fucking nerve...

[Hey folks! Say hello to Reno's face. Reno's face is looking a little worse for wear, with flecks of blood and soot and, well. Some people would argue that looking as angry as he does is really not attractive in the least.

He pulls a face once he notes the video's working - he hadn't really given much thought beyond "make sure you know how this thing works," and so now he's not actually sure what to say. He knows enough to know screaming and shouting demands isn't going to get him anywhere (fuck if he doesn't want to, though.) The smart thing to do - check for allies. Regroup.]

[SIGH. Soundin' mighty hostile about having to do this too.] Just in case it's of any interest to... anyone, this is Reno-- of the Turks. [...] If there's any Shin-Ra personnel around, I'd appreciate it if you just happened to feel like saying 'hi'.

[Signless has chosen to keep his message a strictly audio one on matters of practicality rather than fear or principle. While his followers are few in number and his word yet unpreached in many parts of Alternia, his blood color has only recently flooded into his eyes. That bright red can no longer be hidden, and he'd rather not give away his true identity too easily.

His voice doesn't tremble. No. It's firm. Incredibly so.]

Hello, I am a new arrival, I'm afraid. I'm sure I am not the only one who has ended up in this strange land, so I shall not focus on my own troubles.

[A slide of his tongue between his lips, slow as to not cause too audible a rasp over this warped and mystical communications network.]

I will, however, inquire as to who else has been gathered here for the house of the goddess Freya.

[Odd to say; there is only the one god in the common troll religion.]

Perhaps we could speak together in some way—find what we may have in common that would have her call to us.

[He wants to ask for the Dolorosa, but he doesn't. His lusus will surely recognize his voice if she is to be found in this odd city.]

And if there is any other troll that might require a helping hand, I would offer my own.

[That is the least he can do.]

[ooc notes: Sorry for all the edits-- accidentally posted before I was ready to. That said, for any other ancestor trolls that would be familiar with Signless/Sufferer, this one is younger than the norm, the troll equivalent of a young man in his late teens. Feel free to PM me with any questions/concerns!]