[ (1) Action]

[if you’re strolling by the waterfall in one of the parks early this morning, you might catch sight of a hooded figure, draped in voluminous, heavily-embroidered white robes, kneeling beside it. Is it somebody squeaking in a bit of meditation before they start their day?]

[not quite. There’s a welcome basket sitting next to them, with the contents undisturbed except for the open bag of pretzels… and what is that they’re praying over? A communicator? That earpiece looks a bit strange, and the screen isn’t shaped quite right, either. And there’s something else: three large, articulated metal tendrils, emerging from folds in the back of this person’s robes, are hovering around the device. Two have some kind of specialized attachments on their ends, but all three are tipped with a good-sized claw, and these are opened menacingly towards the communicator, twitching a bit.]

[OOC: Felicia refuses to put on the communicator until she’s put it through some close scrutiny and cleansing rituals, so tag in with “(1) Action” in the subject line to interrupt her and say good morning! She won’t understand you, of course, but you can still give it a shot. (Only folks from outside her canon tag this option, please!)]

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[Video | (2) Action]

[the scene on the video does a nauseating summersault of blue, green, and white as Felicia turns the communicator over in her hands, but resolves itself into a view of the grassy hillock beside the waterfall once she clips the device over the sleek augmetic that serves her for a right ear. Felicia herself, now front and center, gives a cautious, yet friendly smile to whoever may be watching.]

Well! A vox, pictscreen, and translator, all at once—what an intriguing little piece of heretek this is! Completely unsanctified, of course. Any devout servant of the Omnissiah would break it to pieces in an instant. But, as it seems I’d hardly be able to get anything done without the thing, perhaps some transgressions may be pardoned, under the circumstances. Isn’t there another soul here who speaks proper Gothic?
[she chuckles dryly]

Oh dear, but I am getting ahead of myself. Magos Felicia Tayber of Perlia, reporting. To ask the first of innumerable questions, now that I’ve a way of reaching a wider audience: just where, in the name of the Emperor, have I fetched up? On what warp-cursed rock the Eloquois Ocean is located on, I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest.

[OOC: put “Video” or “(2) Action” in the subject line for this option. Cain and Gaunt, tag in here!]

[The feed turns on quite suddenly, showing nothing more than a head of spiky born hair, staying still for a moment before being shook, the boys face coming in and out of focus, the bright blue of his eyes coming in and out of focus. It switches off a moment later, turning on the voice function instead, a frustrated voice speaking as it does so.]

-- this is worse than the computer in Hallow Bastion. Come on, just work. It shouldn't be this hard to make a phone ca--

[The feed shuts back off as he pressed another button, suddenly taking it back to video. His voice is heard once more, annoyed as ever.]

-- on. All I want to do is see if I can call Riku. Stop being so diff--

[And then suddenly there's nothing. Well, unless you're near by the lunch hall, then you'd see Sora furiously pressing buttons and scowling.

And then finally, he sets it back to video, sighing. The camera is only half focused on his face, however. Someone is not good with technology.]

Riku, if you can hear this, can you use this thing to call me back? Sorry for just running off like that. But I thought you were right behind me, honest. Until I looked behind me and you were gone.

Anyway! If you see this, call me back, okay? Or come find me. I'm at the mess hall... lunch place... where you eat thing. [So very intelligent Sora.]

Oh, and if anyone else can see this, I'm Sora. I'm new here, and can't wait to meet all of you!

[And then he's waving at the device, before finally finding the button and clicking it off.]

[If Elliot had paced the room for a few minutes longer, there might have been the start of a trench right across the floor. But he'd settled into a chair instead with his arms crossed, mouth pressed into a thin line, and narrowed eyes on the door expectantly. His entire posture gives off impatient vibes.]

[See, Leo had been gone for hours without letting Elliot know where he had run off to. So it was only natural for him to be worried get a little irritated at this odd behavior.]

[And so, he waits.]