[Have a puzzled Serge staring at the community with a mix of intrigue and confusion. He chews on his lower lip for a moment, before he switches to text.]

Drama-Drama-Duck?

This looks like something Leena would be more interested in than me.

I get the feeling I'm still sleeping. Once I wake up, it's probably not going to be here anymore. But I've never had a dream like this. I guess it couldn't hurt to talk until I'm awake.

What are your worlds like?

Dan says that anything he mentioned during the incident a few days ago should be disregarded, as he wasn't in his right mind. Is this something I should be looking into? [He looks... rather like he's trying not to laugh. Very hard.]

In any case, I'll get to the main question I was planning to ask today. Do any of you live in worlds that have beings who regulate time? Or, at the least, those who can manipulate time?

[Video responses unless stated otherwise.]

[Oh, look, community, it's a platypus. Munching on an apple.

And there's an explosion.

And the camera goes out.]

[OOC: Eris's golden apple strikes again! Replies will come from humaninatored]

---And remember, Kreacher, come right back when you're finished. Is that understood?

[There's a soft pop. And a sort of slumping against a countertop, before the feed clicks off.]

(OOC: all replies will be before Kreacher's return. AKA: Part one of the canon move. It's happening. Now.)

I am looking for a weapon that shoots flames,

one of a world

different from my own. [ not that she's actually in her own world right now. the community is the only connection she has to the black market, anyways. she looks off to the side for a moment before focusing back on the camera. ] ...Or if there is somesort of magic or ability that

may be taught to others,

I should be most welcome of thatas well.

Aha! Seems like I can access this place on my cellphone as well. 

 So, this place seems a little interesting. I figure since I'm already here, might as well introduce myself. The name is Kyousuke Natsume. I'm a third year in high school, and my hobbies include reading shounen manga, playing baseball, and hanging out with my friends. 

With that out of the way, I think it's time I ask what's really on my mind, being here and all: What kind of other worlds are out there? To be honest, I only entertained that thought as a child, that other worlds existed, but I always had a feeling I was right. Anyone mind telling me a little about where you come from?

[Dirk is presumably staring at his screen. His eyes aren't exactly visible behind his awesome shades. But his computer speakers are playing a sad harp and piano theme.



His eyebrows are almost visible over the top of his sunglasses, though, and his mouth is slightly open. He's alternating typing furiously with leaning his chin on his hand.]

Fuck...

[He clicks a couple of times.]

Oh god, Sakuya...

[He talks to himself completely out loud. He's the kind of guy who's never had to worry about being overheard...until now. He clicks a couple more times, and then sighs, deeply, putting one hand over his mouth.]

God... Fuckin'...pigeons.

[Yes, he is playing what you think he's playing.]

All I do is fight all day, y'know that? That's what happens now.

Oh, right, right, hey all you ducks, howdy. I'm Shiro, I'm a monster, do any of y'all know me? Do I know any of ya? Introduce yourselves! Lemme see the new faces. Jesus, I feel old as fuck.

Hey, I know everyone loves a question t'answer, how about this one? How does respect work on your world? How do you get people to respect you and listen to what you're goddamn tryin' to tell them?

I'd really fuckin' love t'know. Peace out, kids.

[The video shows a boy, in his mid-to-late teens, dressed in a green t-shirt and blue jeans. That's not odd. What's odd is that he seems to be sitting completely surrounded by a grey blankness.

He's giving the camera an unimpressed look.]

Is this supposed to be 'retro' or something?

[There's something a little off about the way he moves, too. A stiffness in his features, a very slight lag. In any case, he folds his arms.]