The primary requirement for receiving shelter in my temple is to ask for it. Factors such as whether or not I hate you are not in play.

I thought I would bring this up both in case anyone else is ever in need of housing and to remind people that I highly dislike attempts on the life of anyone staying in my care.

Didn't this node have a different address?

[looks like the community has intercepted one of the Capitol's broadcasts again-- this time it shows a smartly-dressed reporter standing on the roof of a building, surrounded by government agents with guns; behind them, a burning city block can be seen, with firefighters working to quell the blaze]

[the reporter speaks directly to the camera]

For those of you just tuning in, we're coming to you live from a residential neighborhood in the Capitol, where a District terrorist group has just staged an attack on an evacuated apartment block. Peacekeepers were able to quickly discover their hideout and neutralize the threat. Among the dead are their leader [static] Boggs, Gale Hawthorne of District 12, Cressida [static], a former Capitol resident and traitor, and former Hunger Games victors Finnick Odair of District 4, and Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark of District 12.

As far as we know, no citizens have been killed.

[Now who is this dashing gentleman in the video, DDD? He certainly doesn't look like anyone that's been on the comm before, but his deliberate adjustment of the feed suggests that it's not his first time p--

Oh wait nevermind. Everything is green. This must be Doc Scratch, except he's suddenly not a midget and also he has a very human face.]

As you can see, I have a bit of a predicament in my hands. My congratulations go to whoever was powerful enough to reduce me to this state, by the way. Well done.

[AND HIS VOICE ISN'T ANNOYINGLY UNREADABLE ANYMORE, FUCKING HOORAY]

I would rather not stay in my own world for as long as I am in this body. If you provide me with temporary housing, I will be sure to give you adequate compensation. Please, do not let any rumors you may have heard discourage you. I am an excellent host to be sure, and I can also be an excellent guest if you give me the chance.

[Chloe sits in a flower shop people have likely seen before. A pair of crutches rest near him, but there's no visible reason for them -- he's deliberately only showing himself from te waist up. Arrangements of colorful flowers cover the table next to him as well as the counter behind him. He adjusts a pair of deep blue wire-rimmed glasses when they slide down his nose and looks down at a piece of paper under his right hand for a moment.]

Many people here from a version of Earth are likely aware that Valentine's Day is in a week. For those unaware, it's a holiday focused on giving gifts to those you care for romantically. It can also be a day to confess your feelings if you've been hiding them. Different countries handle it differently, but that's the basics of it. One traditional gift is flower arrangements such as the ones you can see around me. If there's someone willing to serve as a taxi, we'd be open to delivering arrangements to other worlds assuming some payment can be worked out. And by "we", I mean my coworkers who also have community access. I broke my leg thanks to an icy sidewalk and I'm in no condition to do anything other than make the arrangements.

If your world has flowers with special meanings or that you consider to be beautiful, it shouldn't be hard to work those in as well, as long as we're provided them from the beginning of your request.

[He looks at the paper again for a moment before Chloe's attention returns to the computer.]

Other holidays in other worlds would be an interesting challenge for me to work with if you'd like flowers for them at any point. I enjoy beauty and I believe I can find it even in customs that aren't familiar to me. In addition, the one in charge of our finances would appreciate every bit of additional income even though we're hardly struggling.

[Chloe's certain that Ken and Aya won't be pleased with him volunteering them for this, but they can talk it over in person and learn his reasons for it. But it seems like he's said all he wants to now, so he takes his reading glasses off, grabs his crutches, hops towards the camera, and turns it off.]

I hope you'll all indulge me in a little data-gathering exercise. Nothing so formal as a poll, because I'm sure the answers will be far too varied for a simple multiple-choice exercise.

First off, we would like to hear some details about your world. How prevalent are instances of supernatural phenomenon? What year is it, and what sorts of technology do you have? Some of you may not think your world is anything special, but please don't hesitate to volunteer information about the most mundane of homes.

The second is a personal question-- there has been some interest in what people on other worlds spend their lives on. If you wouldn't mind spending a few words describing your profession, we would be much obliged.

[Lilith looks exhausted. There's blood on her clothing and her hair is falling freely.] There was an incident tonight. [A long pause. She's thought about how to phrase this but, now that she must... it's understandably difficult.]

Cross was shot by a being from his world while visiting here. I will be caring for him until he makes a full recovery in the Vatican. I do not know how long it will take but, rest assured I will not stop. He will get better. 

[She's shutting off the feed. That's enough from her.]

[it's a shibuya paranormal research outing in the park!  how nice!  friends getting along, enjoying the fresh air, mai, monk, ayako, and john completely soaked and grimacing as a tall boy dressed entirely in black looks with indifference and a small girl dressed in a kimono looks as if she's laughing fiendishly....

wait, what?]