[video] - backdated to oct 20th

[inruins]

Greetings.

[A very large white furred goat looking monster offers a friendly wave alongside her greeting. She adjusts her glasses with a clawed hand as she continues onwards.]

It seems I've missed quite a bit of time on my part. My apologies, I seem to have odd luck on my part about falling ill. [She has to laugh softly at her luck, smiling at the camera flashing her fangs in the process.]

If I was needed for something and missed it, please do not hesitate to come to me now. I am thankfully awake once again.

For those who have arrived only recently, I am Toriel. I am the caretaker of the underage crew members. If any children need my aid, or wish to speak with me about anything I am always here for you. Anytime, any place, I will be happy to help. I am here for you.

If any adults wish to speak with me, I'd be happy for the company. This old woman certainly wouldn't mind a good joke or two. [She chortles at that thought before ending the feed.]

::text::

[pidge_out]

[Dealing with people face to face is hard, even if Pidge were to do it via communicator. She doesn’t know anyone here, and she’s hesitant to even be addressing the entirety of the Moira’s crew all at once like this. So she opts for the easier mode of communication: text. It’s like talking to the internet that way, and… Well, to be perfectly frank, that’s easier for her to handle.]

Hello, Moira crew. [Behind the screen she winces. Even she can tell that sounds awkward. But she presses on.] I’m new to this ship, but not new to space travel - trust me - but I am trying to gather some more information than what was given to me. Hoping someone onboard can help me out.

First: If the word “Voltron” means anything to you, contact me.

Second: If you know anyone with the last name “Holt”, contact me ASAP.

[There’s another hesitant moment before the typing resumes.] I can help out with any tech stuff in exchange for any useful information you’ve got. I’m good at it, and I’ve worked with alien tech before. The stuff here is new to me, but they gave me a job that works with it pretty closely, so I’m pretty sure I can figure it out soon enough. So: you help me, I help you. Fair, right?

Right. Cool. Let me know.

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[readytocomply]

[It's not the same as before where he'd woken up with a light breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, and the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's blue light and too much wind. There's nothing normal about that. The communication device strapped to his hand is cold. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the long hall and unfamiliar faces tell him something's off. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]

I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.

[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

His name's Steve.

[There's a brief pause.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[The feed cuts off.]

[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]

001 Video

[crowkiller]

Hello? Hello?

[Is this odd looking sending crystal on? He hopes so, or else he must look very silly holding this thing to his face and talking to nothing.]

Greetings, fellow captives. [He says with the most charming smile.]

I am Zevran, or Zev to my friends. It seems we will be together for some time, and I'll be cooking for you. [Ohhhhh boy who put an assassin in the kitchen and thought this was a good idea?]

Might as well be friendly, yes? I have been told we are all from different places. How exciting. I wonder if you all could tell me something about your world. I'm curious. I'll start, how about that?

I am from Thedas. Where Humans, Elves, Dwarfs and Qunari live-- there maybe others from my world here, I haven't had the chance to look yet. Anyways, I am from the country Antiva, home of the finest wine in the world, which I could really use some of that right now. If anyone knows where there is a bar it would be much appreciated.

[He says that last part with smirk.]

So tell me, what's your world like?