7. [Video]

[tactile_telekinesis]

[His hair is messed up in a way that doesn't suggest he's just been lazy or just woke up from a nap. There's a small cut on his bottom lip that looks more than a day old, but it isn't and he looks pissed off in general.]

This is getting ridiculous. So I went to my job like usual, right? Course, I gotta pay digs, but I get the boot. Something about looking bad because of what I am.

Add on to that, the fact I can take a little bit more of a beating means the game's on and all your buddies are invited for a round of, Punch the Foreigner in the Face.. Not that it lasted long or anything but, damn it, they caught me off guard.

So are we planning on doing anything about this? Actually, has anything been said about it by them? Y'know Evandau and the Emperor, not like they'll do anything, right?

I'm fine and everything, but there's obviously others talking about the same things happening that aren't at as much of an advantage?

[He licks at the lip and then huffs out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.]

Anyone got a job on the go that I could take off your hands?

(video) one.

[traitre]

[ it's a residence-- and one belonging to either a botanist or someone who's just really terrible at taking care of their plants. visible in the background, off to the side, is a series of clay pots all in a row, each filled with exactly one sad plant. there's a wide variety of species in the collection, yet one thing between them remains constant: the black rot that's been consuming flora everywhere on the turtle. apparently someone's been doing his homework.

the speaker shifts in his seat just a tad, just enough to block out the sight behind him with the huge thing (hat??) on his head. he's an unfamiliar face on the network (who could forget an appearance like that?) but judging from the set-up he's got, he's been here quite some time. his is a pleasant, if sharp-featured face-- one made for smiles like the one plastered on right now. ]

All this work and nothing to show for it but a few sorry-looking shoots more withered than I am. [ a little sigh. ] Well! I suppose that's what I get for attempting to cure a symptom rather than its cause.

[ he leans back so he can gesture vaguely behind him, at the experiments set up. ]

I can claim a great deal of experience with plants, doctoring, and the doctoring of plants-- but I'm afraid that this illness eludes me. Surely there're a few more green-thumbed or scientifically-minded individuals among us: perhaps if we combine our efforts, we can get to the... [ and there really is no preventing the self-indulgent little smile here-- ] ...Root of the problem.

001.

[fearlessherosheart]

[So, this transmission shows a well-dressed (if looking like she fell out of a Renfaire) woman with slightly pointed ears, one who is tall enough that her head is partially cut off in the video image. The undersized bag of groceries confirm that this isn't a matter of sitting too close to the console.]

This cannot be a week’s worth of provisions. It is hardly worth a day or two. Perhaps an Easterner or one of these kedan could live on this, but they are small, so clearly must eat less. Bah, everything here is undersized and cramped.

[Also, someone should really break it to her that a local week is seven days, not five as it is in Tazendra's home country. Before the shopkeepers do.]

One would think that the kedan would spend less time providing us with these sorcerous message devices, and in being ill-mannered to their guests, and more in arranging proper food supplies and their preparation. Cracks in the Orb, it cannot be that difficult to prepare bread. I have seen Srahi or Mica perform the task a thousand times.

Only, I haven't the faintest idea what is the first step. Ah, but I have been sending a message, so perhaps someone will offer their services?