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[Valdis is smiling, her braided hair hangs over one shoulder and you can clearly see that she is in the Hotel.]

I was thinking...

[She says, looking thoughtful, her eyes glazing slightly.]

We might not originally be from Keeliai, but we live here now and are doing our best to make it our home.

[She fingers the wolf pendant hanging around her neck absently.]

I don't think that we should call ourselves 'Foreigners' anymore, it gives the wrong impression and it continues to separate us from our neighbors.

[Her eyes focus again and she smiles at the camera.]

I think we should change our name to 'Planeswalkers,' because we've walked the three planes of Life, Dreaming and Death. It would give us a place, I think, and it gives off a more...settled feeling. Like we're a family or something.

[She sighs]

What do you guys think?

backwordscompatible

[Zatanna appears with a smile on her face and a...rabbit on her head. No, not the same one that seems to have been going around from person to person. This one was actually stuffed. Cute in its own right, but very much nonliving. Still, she didn't want to feel left out in the festivities. Plus, she had her own reasons for donning it. One that, believe it or not, involved neither tophats not magic tricks.]

Funny story.

I checked the calendar, and it looks like national all-you-can-eat day is coming up [Translation: Thanksgiving.] It's a great opportunity for me to flex my amazing cooking skills...but I'm almost starting to run out of ideas. Want to keep things fresh each year, you know?

Anybody here got any favorite recipes that might offer a fun challenge? I'm open. I'll even cook meat.

[She won't eat it, of course, but she'll cook it.]

deadclumsy

[It's been a while since Tonks has made any sort of broadcast. Truthfully, she's been trying to deal with the idea that she's probably trapped here for a good long while. It might be why she has latched on so hard to the idea of Valdis' masquerade: it's something positive about this place, something that might help her forget for a while that she has a home and family that she might never see again.

She's smiling, albeit awkwardly. For all her swagger, this is somewhat outside her comfort zone. It's much easier to be a tough-talking Auror who can hold her own than it is to be...well...a girl.]

There's a masquerade coming up on the 30th. Valdis, nice girl, she's planning it. I thought I'd - well, seeing how I haven't got anyone I'm with, and I don't know many blokes who're single, I thought maybe someone might like to escort me. Was hoping, really.

[She spreads her gloved hands almost defensively - or perhaps consolingly, lest someone get the wrong idea.]

As friends, of course. Not asking too much, there.

[And more to herself than the viewers:]

Merlin, this sounds pathetic...But I really can't keep moping in my room. Not going home anytime soon, right? Right. Might as well have a little fun.

[Anyway! She picks up the thread with renewed cheer:]

I'm not much of a dancer - I'm dead clumsy, really - but I'm great company, and I'm quite easy on the eyes, if I do say so myself. And I can make my hair match your tie. Bonus!

redlightgreenlight

[When the video feed begins, there are not one but two figures visible. Valdis should be familiar to almost everyone. The other is probably only familiar to those Foreigners who frequent the Midnight Hotel: ostensibly male, he's wearing a bright blue frock coat and a wide-brimmed, feathered hat that covers most of his face, except for rouged lips. They're seated close together in what looks to be one of the tea houses in Keeliai, with patrons and servers wandering in and out of view behind them.

When Rue speaks it's with a very poncy, nasal English accent.]

Now then, darlings, my dearest new friend Valdis and I have a bit of an announcement to share with you all. [The hat turns slightly, to indicate that he's looking over at her.] Would you care to do the honors, love?

[A brilliant smile lights up Valdis’ face.]

Of course, after all, it was my idea . [She laughs] My dear Rue and I have decided that we need to have a bit of fun. We are going to put on a Masquerade Ball and everyone is invited. [She glances at Rue, then back to the screen.] It will take place at the Courtyard of Public Opinion on the evening of the 30th. As it is a ball, formal wear is a must, and of course, being a masquerade, masks as well.

This is a chance for all of us to come together, Kedan and Foreigners, to celebrate our individualities as well as our similarities. After all, who doesn’t love a good party?

[Rue, meanwhile, has become visibly distracted by one of the men wandering off to the side in the tea house, just barely visible on the screen. There’s a very definite smirk on those rouged lips now.]

I know I do.

thaumatophage

[A teenage girl with a cat-eared headband on is squinting at the camera. When she speaks, she does so with an Australian accent.] Well. Well well well well well.

Well.

Hi. [She shakes her head and the bells on her headband jingle.] No chance of sending out a distress signal, eh? Not that I think this place is bad or anything. I just, uh...I got Stuff to take care of, back home. At least I don't have amnesia this time, right? Heh heh heh... [The laughter is nervous, and trails off. She looks concerned for a moment before turning a thousand-watt smile to the camera again.]

Also, I only have like four Tim Tams in my bag and that is a grave effing injustice.

edgeoftheknife

[The user of this particular handset comes up as anonymous, which strongly implies that the handset is stolen. The voice of said anonymous user is fairly high-pitched and nasal, and the accent is a very posh Queen's English. Almost poncy.

No, strike that. Incredibly, flagrantly, flamboyantly poncy.]

Now then. I gather that I'm on the back of a giant turtle.

Very well, I can bear this if I must.

More to the point--and this is the important bit, mind--I'm on the back of a giant, sinking turtle, and no one can adequately explain to me how they plan to stop said giant turtle from sinking. Moreover, said giant turtle has been all but invaded by some foreign power with ill-mannered, inconsiderate representatives with a painful lack of fashion sense.

Really, Madame Justicar, I've seen better full dress on the streetwalkers in London.

So now, my darlings, can anyone tell me what's to be done about this? Any of it? Are there plans? Schemes? Vague whispers? Tell me everything.

((ooc: Hello, hi, yes, this is Erskine. His voice, however, is all but unrecognizable. Anton and Skul will get this right away, but if you really feel strongly about your character breaking through the disguise, please poke me first? There'll be much easier chances to out him later, I guarantee ♥))

insertdadjoke

Hello, my name is Jacob Kane. [ It looks like Cain is in a kedanese shop somewhere. He waves for the camera, makes sure not to jostle the cup he has by his elbow. ] What I'm going to say is specifically meant for the foreigner population of Keeliai, but in the interest of transparency I'm bringing this up on the public network. There's no point in the suggestion at all if we do anything in secret. That said...

We need some sort of system. No, I'm not talking about government or laws or enforcement thereof, but any type of accountability we can agree to. With the current state of things, it's just not feasible for us to keep acting as individuals — whether or not we have anything aside from our status as non-natives in common, we are a group all on our own and I honestly believe we'd all benefit from having something put into place that would keep us from imploding and possibly taking innocents with us in the crossfire.

Now, at this point, all I really ask is that we discuss it. Ideas, suggestions, thoughts and feelings on the matter. Just to collate how we feel as a whole before maybe organizing a meeting in person to go over finer details. Even if you haven't been here long, or don't believe in the idea of a system, I would like to hear why so we can try to address any issues.

If nothing else, we'll all learn something from the exercise, right?

readytopayit

[Technology isn't exactly Terra's forte, but he was no stranger to it even before coming here and getting a generous crash-course. That, combined with his immediate need for more information, has him looking pretty casual when he triggers the video feed, as if this is all pretty mundane where he comes from.

In truth, he's doing his best to stay composed. He's in no danger of lashing out or getting emotional, but he'd prefer to keep as level a head as possible -- and that includes keeping his impatience and grim mood at bay, at least until he's done talking.]

My name is Terra. I'm -- a Foreigner. I arrived the other day. I've talked to a few people since then, so I have a good idea of what this-- [He hesitates, but then continues through with his intended word choice.] --world is going through. Roughly. [It was a lot to take in, even for him -- but then, he's still reeling from the fact that A) he's himself again, B) his Keyblade was inaccessible for a full day, and C) now that he can summon it, he still can't reach the Lanes. And speaking of:]

I guess my main question is this: has anyone lost any of their abilities since coming here? I'm not talking about when we first arrive -- I heard that was a temporary side effect -- but after that. After you recovered. Were any of your powers... blocked, somehow? [It's a vague question, and it doesn't quite pinpoint what he's really thinking -- but he can't refer to the Lanes Between openly, so this will have to do.]

And one other thing-- [Again, Terra hesitates, and here he can't keep up the nonchalance. His face darkens slightly as his eyes drop for a moment -- the look of someone who has more beneath the surface than he's letting show, who's making an open appeal like this as a last resort.] --if anyone here knows a man named Xehanort... I ask that you let me know. It's important.

[Wouldn't Xehanort have to be here, if Terra is? ...A lot of things don't make sense, but that's the most pressing question, danger-wise.

Still, Terra remembers himself and looks at the screen again, respectful once more.]

I'd appreciate a few minutes of your time on either account. Thanks.

skeletonenigma

[He doesn't normally do this - broadcast his face (or lack of a face, rather) over the consoles - for a variety of reasons. But the hatchlings are the one thing the Foreigners can all agree on, and sharing information between the remaining parents might help locate them faster.]

Has anyone heard from their turtles since we landed? It sounds like they were searching for something here in Zeshora four months ago, but whatever it was, they didn't find it.

[And whatever it was, it was apparently important enough to warrant leaving messages for the Foreigners instead of searching for them in person.]

And before anyone asks, yes, they're the same breed as the continent-turtles, yes, they've grown impressively large since they hatched, and yes, they consider some of us to be their adoptive parents. It all makes much more sense in context, I can assure you.

irishthor

I think it's going to rain, tomorrow. And not the comfortable kind of rain. It's still too bloody warm around.

deadclumsy

[The shock of pink hair attached to a young woman occupies the left half of the screen. It's obvious that she's had the crash course in use of these interesting devices, but that her familiarity with them is non-existent.

When she realizes she's not centered on camera, she scoots over a bit, double-checks, and then off she goes.]

Can't say I'm tickled pink with the theme of this particular party, but what choice've I got? I'm here, right?

[Her hands go up in a mocking 'you caught me' gesture.

Hah. Yeah, right. No one's getting off that easy. This isn't exactly what Nymphadora Tonks was planning to do with her day. Maybe if she'd had a little forewarning about being technically abducted, sure, she could have planned out using weird tech and having her soul stuck in a little dark purple stone on a ring.

She didn't get that luxury, though, so no one here gets the luxury of avoiding her questionable (and oddly mirthful) wrath.]

You see, the thing here is - I mean, the reason I've got my knickers twisted - is I was minding my own business when I got snatched up. If I hadn't been minding my own business, it'd be a different story. If I'd been hexing your turtle from a broomstick thirty feet up, sure, I could completely understand you lot being a bit miffed. Hexing a turtle's not on.

But me, I was just going through my daily rota as one does, completely innocent and not at all aware of cities on the backs of turtles.

Nevermind I was about to tuck in to my supper. That's just rude.

[With a dramatic sigh, she continues sympathetically:]

Oh, but I suppose you all couldn't help yourselves. It's the hair, isn't it? People just love the hair.

[All right; she's not that upset. Yet. She loves a good adventure, and either the reality of her predicament hasn't quite hit home - or she's going to save her fretting for a more private moment.]

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