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[Holiday is back on the screens again. Thankfully, her hair was slowly turning back into its once dark color at her roots, but the eyes were still a light gray instead of green. If someone hadn't seen her before the ~~ghost event~~ that thing with the museum, they may not even recognize her all that well.]

I've been wanting to go through this for a little while now, since my... scare, but in the wake of our Emperor's death, I saw it fit to wait in her respect.

I just want to inform people of a, um... disease that I have, I suppose you would call it. On my world, every living organism is infected with nanoscopic machines that have corrupt programming. We call these nanites. I'm the only one infected with this type here, I assure you. They can only be passed along much like an STI, with bodily fluid contact.

If the nanites themselves become infected, they bound to the host's DNA and change it. These occur in physical deformities or mental abnormalities. Some that change may only experience boils on their skin, others develop mental illnesses. Then some... [And this is the tough part.] Some can turn into eighty foot, fire breathing monsters and anything in between.

At home, I worked as the lead researcher for the biggest, most resourced organization that was looking for a cure to the nanite plague. We had one that would only work on some people after they had changed, but it's not here.

I just want there to be awareness about my condition so that others can take whatever precautions they deem necessary to not contract it; though, I will continue to assure you that it won't happen. Otherwise, I want others to be aware and alert in case I do change one day. The best option may be simple... eradication. It was what we had to do back home before we found our cure against some of the more dangerous ones. My sister was one of those dangerous ones that, thanks to my position, wasn't killed but caged for several years. The changes seem to be genetic.

... If anyone has questions, feel free to ask me. [And on that wonderful note, she closes the feed.]

dotsanddashes

[For the second time, the feed clicks on from Rosalind's console. For the first time, it's actually Rosalind's face on-camera, icy eyes staring right into her prospective audience. She looks awful, for lack of a better word...dark circles under her eyes, gaunt, pale...likely, she hasn't slept in a bit of time.

She's been listening to all the talk, all of the sadness...and in the stillness of her lab, she has something to say.]

I knew very little of the Empress. Still, for what it's worth, no one ascends the throne without realizing it's going to be dangerous. I've seen it before. Different times, different places....

[Columbia. Dimensions apart from this place, but so many of the realities that she once called home. It was hard to think about now, but she tries to reflect on it for just a moment. Comstock had not only tried to mount a throne, but had tried to sit his daughter upon it as well. So many ways that had gone wrong. She can feel something in her brain give, and she changes her train of thought, taking a moment to discretely wipe her nose.]

At the very least she acted with dignity in life. Perhaps it would be best to follow her example.

Mourning is fine. Still, speaking as someone who watched the ridiculous production after her own death, there are more important things to bear in mind. Tears are only for your own purposes. Elaborate memorials will only go so far. It means more to take the time to take action.

Before it's too late to take action at all.

On that note, if there is anything a spare scientific mind might aid, I would like to extend my hand.

[With a weary sigh, she cuts the feed.]

((ADDITIONAL BROADCAST AFTER DAMIAN'S ANONYMOUS CALL))

[A short time later, the feed returns - now the woman is visibly shaking, expression that of barely restrained emotion behind a very thin layer of composure. A lit cigarette burns between trembling fingers.]

I have been informed that Empress was the incorrect term. I did not mean any disrespect. I was not aware. I was trying to say something of consequence, but evidently I am far too ignorant to do so.

[She's at the end of her rope. That much is clear. This...hasn't helped. Her eyes look wet.]

I do apologize. Perhaps I should go back to my work and leave the epitaphs to those less insensitive.

[What might be a tiny sob escapes her before the feed turns back off.]

dotsanddashes

[The feed turns on, the signal coming from Robert Lutece's console - and there he is, standing in front of the camera...in what appear to be Rosalind's clothes. They're a bit too small, and his waist is cinched in...he's got a corset on. Deadpan, he addresses the camera.]

Good evening. I am Robert Lutece.

I would just like to say...I am a complete buffoon. If I weren't so busy secretly wearing my sister's clothes while she isn't home, I might actually take a moment to listen to her. She's had a hard time of things during all this, and I haven't been nearly sensitive enough. I'm a complete idiot. Here I am, telling her to be more social...just so I can lark about at home.

I am...ashamed.

[Something is...not quite right here.]

encephalicious

[It has been a long time since Will has woken up both not tired and craving a hot pocket. There are no hot pockets on the turtle though. There's a lot of confused in his morning. Even the thought that everything he remembers was just a very long dream and he's 20 again in another dream, prehaps that pre-morning dream change you get sometimes. Too elaborate though.

He looks on the network and sees that there is apparently a beginning for this and it's not just him that's affected.]

Is it wrong of me to say that waking up this morning was a refreshing change? Like rainwater hits cracked ground after a dry summer.

Though, my circumstances are less... dramatic than others. [Here's looking at you gender swaps. And one known case of body swap. Anything really is possible here.]

doc_holi

[A young girl--around 6 in age--is peering up at the screen. From her position, she looks as if she's on her tippy toes, trying to adjust the thing to actually look at her. At least her hair and eyes are distinctive enough to prove it's the good doctor.]

I'm usually 28. [Her voice is also squeaky and a little cute... Not her fault.]

I noticed I'm not the only one. This isn't going to be permanent, right?

... What do I even do until then? I can't work like this.

[Never mind food, reaching anything on the counters or higher tables, clothes, money, etc.]

watcheslanterns

[You’re greeted by an extreme close-up of Rapunzel’s face as the communicator turns on. You’ll see the bright green of her eyes and the faint trail of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She gasps and pulls the device away from her face, giving you a better look of her from waist up. There are locks of golden hair cascading from the top of her head. It's impossible to tell from the video how long it actually is.]

Oh! It’s working. I think. I’m still not quite sure I understand it all.

Um, my name is Rapunzel. [She gives the camera a hesitant smile and waves.] They told me other people can see and hear me with this, but I'm not really sure I believe them. I've never heard of anything like it!

Then again, I’ve never heard of this place before either. [She shrugs as she laughs. It’s a hollow sort of laugh that isn’t doing a very good job of hiding her insecurity. She pauses and takes a breath.]

If people really can see this, I don’t suppose it would hurt to ask...has anyone seen a chameleon around? His name is Pascal. And a man who goes by Flynn Rider? I was traveling with them before I woke up here. I was hoping maybe they’re here too?

Well, that’s all, then. Oh! Um, thank you. For your help. Goodbye!

[And the feed abruptly cuts off.]

dashesanddots

[The visage of a man comes onto the screen. He is unfamiliar but fascinated by the technology of the computer terminals. However, that is not the pressing topic at hand. ]

Greetings. My name is Robert Lutece and I arrived here yesterday with my sister Rosalind. She and I are both scientists and will be converting her suite into a laboratory, therefore we have no need for the furniture in her residence. We will be offering it to whoever is interested.

[He sits and waits in front of the computer terminal, looking rather calm with his eyebrows slightly raised. They just sit that way naturally, default expression that gives a general appearance of being constantly unamused.

It's her turn to talk now. Though this would be a little easier if they were reporting from the same terminal.]

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