[A shirtless Tokiya is seen pacing around his room, wearing only a pair of jeans. Sprouting from his back are two feathery wings. One of the wings is as black as night while the other wing is completely white. Outside of his room, someone is banging on the door, yelling "Tokiya! Let me in! I stay here, too, you know!" Tokiya paused in his pacing long enough to shoot a glare at the door.]

Find another place to stay, Otoya. I'll explain it later.

[The boy on the other side of the door whines at the words. Tokiya walks himself over to the bed opposite his own, grabs up a pillow and his pajamas and walks to the door. He opens it just enough to throw the things out, then slams the door shut and locks it. The boy on the other side of the door mutters and footsteps are heard walking away.

Tokiya then turns and glares fiercely at the computer.]

This is all -your- fault.

[No, he doesn't realize that the camera is on, but he can see the screen.]

[He looks rather composed, for the first time in weeks. There's a reason he hasn't really been around for a while. Sitting calmly on what looks like a hotel bed and staring right at the camera.]

If anyone needs some help removing those wings, I'd be willing.

[He's holding up a knife. So, yes, he's still creepy. But calm. Dangerously calm. He has a plan. But first he messes around with the settings...]

[Filtered away from any and all of the Weißkreuz cast, no matter what side you're on.]

I need a worldhop. Who has one? We can discuss payment.

[The feed cuts in to show Rose, apparently absorbed in her Grimoire for Summoning the Zoologically Dubious, which for once isn't being used as a glorified laptop rest. Quite why she should be examining this tome right now is unclear, but what is apparent is that there appear to be some shadowy appendages that might be wings sprouting from her ankles. The exact form of these wings is hard to define - any time they appear to rest for long enough to almost give a hint of their true form, they seem to shift again. Still, it doesn't appear that Rose is too concerned by them - though how much of that is an act is also unclear.]

I suppose this is where I should reassure everyone that in spite of the title of this grimoire, I have no intention of summoning anything. I am merely attempting to expand upon my options a little, and possibly even find out from whom I appear to have borrowed these delightful ankle adornments.

[honestly, Shooter isn't really bothered by the virus. what's bothering her is the fact that her wings aren't where they're apparently supposed to be. and they're made of fire, to boot.]

Wings normally aren't supposed to be positioned this low, right?

... Though I guess I should be thankful they aren't lower than this.

[the blue flames lick her bare skin but she doesn't seem to notice.]

[Sebastian is posting nearly shirtless again. He's wearing a tank top but this time he has a good reason. Said reason being the pair of small bat-like wings on his back.

The wings, however, are white.]

I look like the fetishistic fantasy of a yaoi addict. [He sounds more amused than annoyed.]

[The camera clicks on, but for the moment, the view is partly obscured by the cuff of someone's grey silk shirt sleeve as the operator adjusts it. The angle yaws back and forth several times and in so doing, we get a glimpse of a narrowed grey eye squinting at it. Mozart's "Voi che sapete" can be heard playing in the background.

[Finally, the camera stops wobbling and the hand encased in the sleeve withdraws; we get a view of a tall, slender man with a pale complexion, peering at the camera through platinum blond fringe that obscures one eye. He's rather expensively clad in a grey silk shirt, open at the collar, with a white linen waistcoat, also unbuttoned. The bookcase-lined room behind him suggests a Victorian gentleman's study, though a few ukiyou-e prints can be seen hanging on the walls as well.]

There we go: you'll have to excuse the camera abuse, as I would be the first to admit, I'm not as adept with a web camera as I am with a scalpel. [Said with a bit of a smirk]

[He clears his throat delicately]

Please allow me to introduce myself: I'm Kazutaka Muraki, a surgeon working out of Tokyo, residing in Tokorozawa City, though I've worked on and off as a private physician to some wealthy families here and abroad. This site was recommended to me by a young colleague of mine, who suggested that the younger physicians might learn a few things from another professional who's a little bit older and more experienced than they, but not quite old enough to be considered a seasoned physician.

I'm looking forward to chatting with you, barring technical glitches and human errors: perhaps I can learn a trick or two from you.

[At first, it sounds like static noise, but little by little, a voice becomes more clear.]

...es....I....eally wa...

[Then garbled noises are heard, as if someone were talking super fast. Then silence.

Finally, the female voice that was talking before finally comes through.]

Connection established. [Giggle.]

<sub>Help pack the bags, Barton. Take down the tent city, Barton. Yeah, right. If they want to rebuild the pentagon every time we find something, they can tear it back down...

( whoever's talking, it's clear they are unaware that they have an audience. it's barely-discernible muttering, with some typing in the background. suddenly, it stops. )</sub>

Well. This is definitely new. But it does kinda explain why certain people can't seem to get off the computer, lately. I'd be more interested in this than watching rain fall, too.

_{( the voice laughs, at that, a chuckle that's warm but a little self-mocking. )}

So, right now, I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, though people keep telling me the proper name is New Mexico. I was going to kill some time on Penny Arcade or something, but I guess this is just as good.

Inter-dimensional internet and Norse gods. I don't think I’m being paid enough for this.

But hey, I'll bite—what's the weirdest thing that you've seen, here?

I would have thought that the community became confused and attempted to turn me back into an eagle without success - but I see other people are having a similar dilemma.

[Gellert has a forest green robe draped across his shoulders which he now drops slightly and half turns to reveal bold and strong-looking golden eagle wings on his upper back - except they are in miniature.]

I doubt that these can soar into the air...

What's going on?

[11-12 reaches around to the delicate set of wings sprouting from his back - they are transparent like a lacewing's and look very frail.]