001 ⚡ audio

[beardedflannel]

[ How long has it been since he last sat at a working computer? Twenty some odd years now? Joel stares down at the keyboard. It shouldn't be that hard to get working, he knows there's a power button somewhere on the damn thing.

The last thing he remembers using was his cell phone, even then his memory is hazy on the brand and size. He almost doesn't remember what it had looked like, what he'd had on it or the list of its contacts.

Dammit--focus. Gotta find her. Figure out what the hell is goin' on.

A deep breath.

The device is powered up, and it takes a solid minute for the screen to show up, his eyes roaming over the icons on the screen as if trying to remember what is what. There's got to be some way he can use this to get in touch with someone - anyone. With her. If she's even here, he reminds himself. Which seems impossible given what he last remembers happening before blacking out. ]

This on? [ Joel wonders where the microphone is, but what does it matter. He should be able to speak and it should pick up his voice no problem. ] Am I gettin' through here to anyone?

[ Fuck it. ]

Look- [ Heaves out a heavy and impatient sigh. On edge. Old nerves wrought with anxiety he's trying real hard to keep bottled in. ] -I'm lookin' for a young girl. Just over five feet, has a scar on her right brow, brown-red hair in a ponytail, sorta past her shoulders. She'll be wearin' a faded jacket and a gray shirt with a backpack on her back. [ Or was last he'd been with her. ]

She's got one helluva mouth on her too, you can't - Christ--you can't miss her.

[ Like hell will he mention her name on a network of strangers, though, even if it would benefit him more in the end than anything else.

Joel tries to keep his voice steady; he can't afford to break apart on some foreign network. To strangers. Keep it together, keep it together. But if someone tells him they haven't seen her--he might just slip up and lose it. ]

If she's here - then where?

VIDEO | MILYN | LANDFALL EVENT BEGIN

[cherrywood]

[ For those who have spoken to Milyn before, they might note a stark departure from her usual bubbly smiles and demeanor. Instead she addresses the console with a level gaze and a calm, succinct tone of voice. ]

Hello Foreigners. The source of the miasma has been identified.

In the time of the initial war with the Enemy, three vessels existed representing the three Planes of Life, Dreaming and Death. The trinity was thought lost during the final battle with no trace of them remaining... until now. It appears that one of them -- the vessel of the Death realm -- remained hidden within the Palace of the Landed Sky and has been, as you can see, opened. These vessels contain lands which exist inside those Planes.

As you have no doubt witnessed, the black fog permeating the city is only one symptom of the corruption contained within this dimension. It poisons what it touches and will continue to spread, overtaking everything if it is not stopped, blighting both body and mind. I have tested it extensively and nothing I have found so far suggests that anyone here possesses an immunity to it; you may note that even the magics and abilities you harness likewise cannot purge it.

There is no other way to stop the contamination in Keeliai other than to strike at its source: within Kithika, the land housed inside the bottle itself and encompassed by the Death Plane.

By imperial decree of the Alderwood Emperor, all Foreigners capable of combat must report to the Palace immediately. You will be sent to Kithika through the vessel, to locate and destroy the source of this affliction. Bring any weapons and tools you have to aid you. If the corruption cannot be cleansed it will infect everyone and everything in the city before spreading to Tu Vishan.

If you fail, there will be nothing left for you to return to.

002; Audio FEB 10

[iwannabeadragon]

[Hawke isn't using video this time because at the moment he's flipping through a ledger full of contacts that he probably shouldn't be seen with.]

Has anyone seen Henry Watton lately? Has a beard, snappy dresser, and lounges about in a bookshop down in the Wood Sector?

[Considering what he's looking through this very moment, he feels like he already knows the answer to this. It gives him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. But who knows, maybe he's just sleeping off an extremely bad hangover. Not likely, but possible.]

I need to ask the man a few questions.

[Like why exactly is Hawke now in charge of a black market smuggling ring. Promotions are nice and all, but talk about sudden.]

If you have send him my way. If not, then I'm going to need a drink.

009 ✞ [VIDEO] - Backdated to before the fog rolls in....

[unetrustworthy]

[Midii payed close attention to the Network.  Often.  She saw the conversation passing publicly between individuals.  Noticed the patterns occurring.  Such as the recent increase in people disappearing.  Possibly being sent home.  Coincidently, starting from soon after the Emperor had been killed, except Midii didn't think it was a coincidence.]

[But that wasn't why she came to the Network that day.]

[She had a different question in mind.  Something she had been wondering about more and more, with every conversation she carried here:]

What if...somebody doesn't want to go home?  

Could they make us?  Or would they let us stay?

[Hypothetically speaking, of course.]

[Only it wasn't hypothetical at all.]