[ oh my God, it's a tiny toy car coming full speed ahead towards the camera, get in the ca --

- that won't save you.

The toy car connects, lighting up in a symphony of very lovely & soothing sounds, while the device's sensors also give out a short 'biiiip.'

The car goes back... then bumps into the camera again. Back. Bump. Lights and noises. Back. Bump. Lights and noises. Back. Bu - ]

They are greeting one another.

[ Yes, there was a young man with the car's remote somewhere in the background. And yes, he is beaming with paternal pride, because lo and behold, his firstborn toy car is making friends.

This assault on the camera's dignity goes on undeterred for yet another five minutes, until one of the poor robots on duty gets in the car's way. Something about the sight of the droid seems to relieve Rai of his humour. ]

...you are not worthwhile.

[ but that moment is gone, the toy car finally steers, and it seems to be up and away, off to find new prey! ]



[ ooc: if you're aiming for action, feel free to have the Tiny Toy Car of DOOM [TM] run into your character. Or there's always Rai! XD ]

[A tired-looking Ukitake is on his way to the shops in Marina, intent on procuring a few supplies in advance of the snow. He's bundled warmly in several layers of clothing, once again wearing traditional Japanese garments suited to his status as head-of-house for a noble family of minor standing. He's in search of some additional blankets, a fresh supply of tea, and a few medicaments that should help him to endure some of the difficulties the colder weather might cause him due to his already poor health.]

[ooc: Hiatus, might lag, but aiming to meet activity. :) Thanks for being patient.]

[It's the first time D has made a video transmission, and so it's the first time some of the individuals who know of him will have the opportunity to see what he looks like. At least, that's what the situation seems to be at first, but it doesn't take a genius to notice after the first second or two that the tall man sitting with his back against a wall has his broadbrimmed hat tipped forward to shade his face and seems to be asleep. Who's making the transmission, then? For the first few seconds, there's no voice, and no sign of anyone but the pale-skinned dhampir.]

Ah! Finally!

[The voice is coarse, sounding utterly foreign when compared to the almost lordly figure D cuts, and it seems to be coming from off to the side. The image shifts, leaving the resting figure of D off-center as the camera is focused on a hand--a hand that happens to have a face on its palm.]

I was hoping the big guy might actually nod off long enough for me to get a word in edgewise. Hello, Marina! [Yes, there is a sentient parasite in D's hand, and yes, it is bored.]

[ooc: Hiatus still in effect, so I will probably lag, but I'm trying to at least get out enough to meet activity for all of mine.]

[Video]

[The video clicks on less than fifteen minutes after his arrival and his fun encounter with the bell tower. Never let it be said that Puck doesn't bounce back quickly. He's in fact smiling from ear to ear, his face uncomfortably close to the screen.]

Greetings, my fellow lifetime cellmates! What a perfectly lovely day to be abducted. So how's life behind the metaphorical bars? Anything of interest happened today before I got here? Talk to me! [8D!]

I would say I'd like a word with our dear overlord Acumen, but you can't fault a computer for following its programming, can you? Nevertheless, I expect someone out there who knows what they're doing is listening. [His smile remains as cheerful as before, but there's a pointed pause, as if he's talking about a very particular someone. Hey, where there's a computer there's a programmer, right?]

And with that in mind~ please know that I do have things to attend to elsewhere. Anything specific you were hoping to get out of this? I promise I'm very easy to get along with in that regard. Give it some thought~

[Here Puck takes off his headset, although he doesn't switch it off. The video shows him flying in a deliberately slow circle in what appears to be the park in Sector 4, humming as he goes. Then he returns to the comm, his face once again much too close.]

[And… still no one relevant contacting him. Boo.] No dice? In that case you'll excuse me if I make up my own dialogue. [He theatrically clears his throat.] "Dear Puck. Since this is your new home, please enjoy yourself. I've brought you here specifically to liven things up."
Why~! [He tilts his head to the side in mock embarrassment.] You should've just said so! I'll get right to it.

So… [His smile grows almost wicked.] What shall we do first?

( Closed Action for the people that expressed interest in this )

[[OOC: No pressure though if anyone who offered their character for this later decided they're not interested after all. And I hope this tl;dr-y post isn't too confusing, orz. Please poke me for clarification in the linked OOC post if it is.]]

[ Yes, this guy's finally making a post after harassing you all. A very pretty woman appears on the screen, rather frantic-looking; but she's not quiet for long until- ]

Haaaaruhiiiii!!!!

Haruhi, Haruhi, are you here? Answer me if you are! I love you! I promise I didn't neglect you as a child - I hope you don't think that!

Missing person alert! I am looking for a girl named Haruhi Fujioka. She has short dark hair in the cutest pixie cut and big magic brown eyes and probably is dressed like a tomboy. She's about 5'2", Japanese, from Bunkyou-ku, Tokyo! She's fifteen years old and was born on February 4th; she's an Aquarius, her bloodtype is O, and her favorite foods are sushi and strawberries!

If you've seen her here, please let me know! My name is Ranka Fujioka and it is your civil duty to reconnect a child with her parent! Repent for your criminal ways and help me find my daughter!

[ He is about to turn off the communicator, when another idea strikes him... His tone is very ominous and much more- manly. ]

And in case there is some repulsive, over-grown cockroach here by the name of Tamaki Suou-- No doubt you're here for some sex crime, molesting poor innocent girls who don't know any better... If I find out you did anything to my daughter, you won't live to regret it.

Hello? [The view of her face tips and rocks as she tries to adjust it, peering up under her bangs into the screen before she sits back - her hands settling tight in her lap, her posture almost painfully upright. Her lips press together.]

Is...is anyone out there? Does anyone know - really know - where we are? Because, ah, the computer told me a lot of things but given that it seems to have kidnapped me, it seems like a biased source.

Can you hear me? Am I - [She leans forward a little like if she stares hard enough maybe someone will appear, her movements imbued with a tense, ready kind of energy.]

Am I doing this right?

...if this is any more than a dream anyway.