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Hello. My name is Weiss Schnee.

[ This is how she usually starts her video posts. Best to introduce herself to everyone first, after all! ]

My sister, Winter Schnee, isn't in Lunatia anymore. It's been a few days since, and for those who know her or are... [ A short pause. She's not quite sure if she should say the next word, so when she does, it's accompanied with a very unsure expression and airquotes. ] "friends", the Moon Knights and Lunar Scientia believe that it's because she couldn't produce enough Chroma.

I won't go into the details of the situation of Atlas, our Kingdom, but Winter has been working hard ever since she joined the military. It was nice to see her get to know people here, since she doesn't spend the little free time she has with other people. I'll probably get slapped in the head for saying this, but Winter's not here! So... thanks for keeping Winter company here.

... [ She looks to the side. That was awkward, having to thank a population for being her sister's friend. But she's sure Winter would have done the same for her. While she's here, though, and because she doesn't want to end on an awkward note, she figures out something else to say. ] Oh, and... I suppose since I'm already here—

I'd like to learn how to write songs. Lyrics, specifically. What are some of your favourite lyrics from songs you're fond of? Maybe then I can get some inspiration.

Anyway, that's it. Thank you for your time.

decisiveconquest

(A familiar face, perhaps? Drogon is bigger than he was before, much too big to perch on her shoulder and his expressions are easier to see. Can a Dragon be worried? He certainly looks it, his low growls rumbling, unsure, at his mother's side.)

I feel like I saw this place in a dream. (The sensation of rain pouring down, blurring the lines of the buildings and washing the ash from her clothes forces her to breathe.) Is this what awaits everyone? Are these the Night Lands?

(She glances at Drogon, his eyes flaring fire bright.)

I must be alive. Unless you have learned how to fly far indeed! (Bending down, breaking herself out of her frozen state, she caresses her boy's scaly cheek.)

Does anyone recognize us?

goodweather

Hello world!

The name's Phil Connors. I'm pretty new to this whole scene. The scientist guys explained everything to me, so I'm all caught up on that. Not loving the whole "no way home" thing, I've got to say, but at least I'm not the only one this time.

So, do any of you know any news stations around here? I'm a weatherman and I'd like to get a jump on things as soon as possible so I can start affording rent and more furniture than just a bed in a box. (I'm also taking recommendations for getting a good cup of coffee.)

I also want to get a feel for the neighborhood. If anyone’s got general tips, I’d be happy to listen.

ends

[ although the thought of reaching out via text had crossed his mind (exhausted as it is) more than once, Otonashi ultimately settles on video for the sake of consideration. if anyone had seen Ruca’s earlier message and still had lingering concern, seeing him functional and able to speak for himself should alleviate it.

he’s not quite fine given the tells of poor sleep etched into his face, but he’s not torn to pieces or missing, either. ]

Hey... I just thought showing my face would be the right thing to do after I wasn’t able to for... uh, however long. [ a pause before he continues: ] 3, 4 days? I’m... not your go-go person if you need someone keeping track of time.

[ death will do that to a person. what do days matter when they blur together in endless time? ]

With that great character flaw covered and out of the way... I’m Otonashi. Anyway, I wanted to pitch an idea to everyone for—something like a club? A support group? I haven’t been here very long, but I’m, ah, noticing a trend... [ of people with poor socialization, or who have issues making friends, or trusting people, or... hm. his point. ] ... and I think there’s a lot of strength in organized numbers. I know there are groups designed to protect, clinics, recreation, but I was thinking something a little more informal?

[ he has to workshop it a bit more, but the world certainly has enough space to accommodate wishes such as this. surely it’s feasible, and if it already exists? all the better. strength in numbers. ]

I’m going to leave this here... My roommate insisted I sleep with him, and he was pretty adamant on not taking ‘no’ for an ans— [ almost as if on cue, the sleepy, comfortable voice of Ruca cuts in for those who may be familiar, slurring Otonashi’s name. Otonashi, in turn, takes the opportunity to turn aside to yawn a little. ] —answer... Right, so, let me know what you think..? See you later, switching to text.

( so Otonashi is running on empty, getting back from a series of unfortunate events, and letting everyone know he’s fine following some choice, sleepy wording. chaos may ensue. responses may come from Otonashi or Ruca (

demonicbookworm), probably text but may swap depending! disclaimer: they are not, in fact, about to go to town on each other. )

demonicbookworm

Hello everyone. My name is Ruca and I would like to ask for your assistance.

My roommate went missing. He has short red hair, he may be around 17, he's usually wearing a school uniform. His name is Otonashi.

Before his disappearance, he sent me some very cryptic messages. I believe he may be in trouble.

Please, if you have seen him let me know. I'm worried about him.

[Ruca has been running around, trying to find Otonashi. The messages he got are highly worrying and Ruca is blaming only himself, even if Otonashi specifically wrote him that it wasn't his fault.]

prodigalmess

[ Malcolm has a concerned look on his face when the video feed clicks on. ]

Uhh... So I discovered this in my bird's cage this morning.

[ The camera flips around to show a yellow and green parakeet in a cage. The bird chirps at the camera before Malcolm focuses on the egg next to her. Considering it's the size of Sunshine's entire body, there's no way it came out of her. ]

This is a dragon egg, right? How did it get in there?

[ He turns the camera back on himself and raises an eyebrow. ]

It keeps glowing red and emitting this low hum sound. Pretty sure I can't keep it. If I bring it outside though, is a dragon going to attack me for carrying an egg?

[ The giant beasts seem pretty territorial, especially when it comes to their young. He's got no intention of taking one on. ]

If you can't tell, I'm pretty out of my element here.

prodigalmess

[ The video feed clicks on to show a young man with bright blue eyes. ]

Hello to anyone who's seeing this. My name is Malcolm Bright and I'm from New York, Earth... 2020. [ That still feels weird to say, but he feels like it helps give people an idea of the world that he comes from. ] Lately I've been doing yoga in the mornings out in one of the parks on Level 2 and I thought I'd put it out there to see if anyone wanted to join me. I'm not a yoga teacher by any means, and you might be better served to see if there's a class at the gym if you really want to learn, but I'm willing to help anyone who's a beginner.

Or, if you'd just rather come and do your own thing while I do mine, that's fine too. [ He realizes that it will be hard to work on his breathing and mindfulness if he has to try to show somebody the poses at the same time. ] We can talk after.

[ Malcolm's looking forward to hopefully meeting some new people this way. This place is huge and he knows he's only scratched the surface when it comes to interactions with his fellow Moonblessed. ]

[ooc: If your character would really like to do some yoga, Malcolm has a prompt for it here on his open log. ]

saezuru

I want to learn about meditation
I'm considering it for Sanguis

Give me anger-management ideas if you have any
Something that isn't punching people

Thanks.

democratically

I can't say it is quite what I was expecting...

[As she starts to record, Padmé offers a gentle smile. She is dressed in a manner that is known in her own galaxy but which might well seem a bit strange to others. Yet they are clothing of a style that she dons on a regular basis to Senate meetings- a thick rich layered gown of velvet with an ornate hair piece haloing her head.]

While I'm not certain how long I will remain here, I do admit that I haven't been planet-bound since I was younger, and even then, it was due to schooling.

[Her voice is soft but also strong and those brown eyes are drawn away from the feed, regarding the sky for a moment. It is an atmosphere that holds no meaning to her, at least as its stands, but there are some things in this place that she can understand, that are universal no matter where one is. She does begin to speak again, her focus still out there on that great unknown, wondering just what lays beyond... Yet her gaze is drawn back and she gives a little nod of her head, before making eye contact again.]

But hello. My name is Padmé Amidala, a Senator for the planet of Naboo, and I offer a greeting. It seems, if I am to understand correctly, that we are all here by the same means, caught in the same situation.

Since it seems I will be here for some time, I would be interested to hear more about the places you call home, for any willing to share.

[There is a genuine warmth in her voice and her smile grows.]

I would, of course, speak of my own as well, for those who wished to hear of it. I am curious to see just how far a reach this place has, and whether Naboo or Coruscant or even any of the other planets that make up the Galactic Republic are known to anyone here, as the galaxy is a very expansive place, to put it mildly.

cadeuces

( Ping! Your profile needs updating, there's hot singles in your area, it's a swipe frenzy— you all know the push updates with dating apps, right? Maybe you need to brush up your Chroma to buy a place in Amegahara and it just sounds like it's worth a shot, or someone gets ahold of your device and "helps" you along. Upload some new selfies with that new Moonblessing of yours, drop in an About Me, and get to swiping!

And Please— someone please come up with a better name than Prismates because the moons alone make sure we're more than just mammals and no one's obligated to do it like they do on the Discovery Channel. We all know the drill by now, don't we? Swipe right or left, yes or no, mark yourself down to moonlace and flirt or just rile a friend up with a big red X— try to include an opening message! Happy Hump Day? )

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anotheroldfashioned

[Someone has heard Rasha's voice, but for Don - well. Loving himself is pretty much par for the course.]

So back in my time we have this thing called the Mickey Mouse club. A whole bunch of kids who sing and dance about Mickey Mouse. He's got a song. Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me M I C - K E Y M O U S E And so on, and so forth. he's a talking mouse and he's Disney is amazing. He's pretty damn fantastic. He's not as great as I am but he's still pretty damn good. Where was I. Anyway this boy band thing for those who are curious seems like the Mickey Mouse club and all of you look stupid in your hats and T-shirts. No class. No style. Nobody has any idea what class or style looks like and the only thing you have to turn to is my era. We defined it. We peaked in the 60s. I'm at the peak. All there is to it, but I thought I'd provide some insight. Namely that. Children are dumb. And that's what this is.

[OOC: for anyone who wants to find Don, he'll be strutting around in his nicest 1960s cut suit at ~~100% Thot~~ level 2 clubs flirting with anyone who gets close. Leave some action tags for him.]

riptidequeen

[the local blue woman is confused by boy bands and well, she has to let the world know.]

I... Don't get the appeal of this, [Vague hand gesturing!] Boy band thing.

And I like music. So can anyone explain why this is so crazy?

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