Whoa.  I hadn't paid attention to how everything looked since I've been off training, but now everything's sorta red instead of blue.  I like it!  Red's the best color there is!  New place and new people means I better introduce myself all over again!

SO LISTEN UP GOOD 'CAUSE IT'S RARE I EVER DO THIS KINDA THING TWICE!

You're probably wonderin' what kinda guy would make this sorta intro and I'll tell what sort of man he is!  ONE THAT'S A BIG DEAL!

THE SORT OF MAN WHO CRAWLED FROM UNDERGROUND WITH NOTHING MORE THAN HIS SWORD AND BADASSERY!  THE SORT OF MAN WHO MAKES HIS ENEMIES RUN IN FEAR AT HIS VERY NAME!  THE SORT OF MAN WHO SURPASSES THE IMPOSSIBLE TO BECOME A LEGEND IN LIFE AND DEATH!  EVEN NOW, HE LIGHTS A PATH TO THE STARS OTHERS WILL FOLLOW FOR CENTURIES TO COME!

THAT MAN--NO, THAT LEGEND IS ME!

YOU ALL ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE GREAT, UNSTOPPABLE, MIGHTY, TENACIOUS, AUDACIOUS, DEMON OF A MAN!  IT IS I OF WHO I SPEAK! 

THE GREAT KAMINA-SAMA!!!

AND THAT'S WHO THE HELL I AM!

[there's the soft purr of static and the whistle of air as the feed starts up. as the image fails to settle at all for minutes or hours. for perhaps only the flicker of eyelids, before clearing just enough to see the resting face of some young man. before smoothing just enough to see the wide, white expanse of a bed. undisturbed, beyond the faint pull of sheets around his body. and, with some scrutiny, it becomes clear that perhaps they are just as pale as he is.

even so, if he has noticed the feed (as blurry as it is), he does not seem to acknowledge it. perhaps does not even seem to be awake. or perhaps - no, he is not dreaming as the low hum of something continues on around him. as the white noise of whatever contains him does not falter in the slightest. deep in the belly of something, but what it is will not be revealed with this angle. happily, perhaps, for the viewer. and him.

and it seems to go on like that for an age or two. seems to roll on like that, like the steady ebb and flow of tides. the image sharpening and blurring. over and over - stopped:]

You’ve interrupted my transmission. [did he speak? he must have, as his eyes seem to have opened. seem to be looking directly into the source of the feed. and there's something direct about the way he regards it. unblinkingly.

even so, when his lips start to move, his voice is calm. level:]

There will be difficulty if you continue. [a beat. and he seems to think about pushing himself up on his elbows. decides against it.]

[and there's something strange about the way the feed begins to function. almost as if it is struggling to stay on. the image of this man flickering and fluttering uncertainly, before bursting back into some coherency. seeming not to surprise him, but there's a faint flicker of understanding that curves around the edges of his expression. as he finally deems it necessary to sit up. slowly, but fluidly. as though he had woken up from a particularly deep sleep.

a beat:]

... I understand. [a faint tipping upward of his head. and he seems to be speaking to whatever it is or whoever it is that is recording him. something in his voice softening, as if he has determined it to be... less bothersome:] You desire that, too. [another pause, and simply:] What little I give you should suffice. You can have my attention in this moment... [and he seems to dig for who or what it is, though it does not take him long:] Community.

[he seems to roll the word for a long moment. his hands sliding up to rest temporarily against the headgear he wears, as if he means to adjust them. and he does, carefully, as he lets his eyes close. in thought, perhaps:]

A word that means to come together and mingle in order to exchange. [and his lips seem to curve up only a little:] What are you exchanging, I wonder?

[he waits for a long moment, as though listening for an answer. as peculiar as it may seem, whether he is somehow searching the archives or genuinely hearing a voice, he seems satisfied with what it has given him. and it reflects as he opens his mouth to speak, once again:]

... A machine that harms or helps in unexpected ways, is it? This place is a wider bridge - neither good nor bad. No human created you. Even so, you hold great joy and sadness; you collect it as though hungry. [another pause:] Maybe there’s reason to take interest in you.

[yet another lapse of silence. and:]

You've come at an inconvenient time, community. [and the static the plagued the beginning begins to return. begins to swell or shiver:]

Let me go.

[and seemingly contented? it does.]

(EXTREMELY IMPORTANT OOC NOTE: If you have not filled out this permissions post, I advise you to do so now!)

[ Hey look everyone, it's Pearl! ... and she's not in Kurain village! She is, in fact, in a white room with a large round console in the middle of it, that may look suspiciously like a retro version of the TARDIS anyone who knows the Tenth Doctor may be familiar with. Pearl's dragged a chair into the console room and is sat in front of what must be a screen, looking bored but content. ]

Hi everyone! I caught a ride home from that odd party the other day with the Doctor, but instead of taking us straight back to my world the TARDIS brought us to this strange planet for some reason. We're not really sure why... I guess the co-ordinates must have been slightly wrong or something. Anyway, the Doctor went out to investigate just in case it was important, but he said I should stay here. [ The smallest of refined sighs. She looks a little bit put out about that. ]

I guess I can understand that it might be dangerous, but he's been gone for ages! I had a little look around the TARDIS, but it's so big in here I was scared I'd get lost if I went too far. But I don't know how much longer he'll be gone, so--

[ -- and then Pearl gasps as the lights suddenly flicker for a second or two and a very eerie collection of voices says: We require your assistance.

Then it's gone. But Pearl looks shocked and a little pensive. ] Oh my gosh... but that was...

Um, community? Is it okay to disobey someone to warn them about something, even if you've been told to stay put?

[She appears here today to ask a not particularly important question. Yes, she's aware of its triviality. But she asks it anyways, if anyone would so happen to be bored or gracious enough to answer.] To community members who find it necessary to

to eat...

what is the mostexciting

meal to prepare?

[Ordinary cooking and baking sound boring to her, but she's never tried it in the first place. Cooking has to be intense! Better than even eating said meal! So how about some ideas, mm? Brought to you by this conversation.]

[Is that a phone ringing? Maybe.

Definitely. The voice heard on the line belongs to Mels.]

...Oh for the love of-- pick up! --Amy, Rory, listen... something came up. I was out looking for dinner and long story short, I've been arrested. My bail's... five hundred quid, I think? Might be a bit more this time. I didn't get very far with the delivery kid's junker. I'll tell you the rest later.

Same place as last time. I'll just be waiting here until you get this.

[A muffled "time's up" comes from the background before it ends with a hang-up click.]

((Replies will be dated to after she gets bailed out.))