Video; UN: oona

[mermaiding]

[Well all of that doll nonsense was, you know. Fun.

(It was not)

But it's over now, so moving on! Out of sight, out of mind!

Oona appears on the network, around 10 books scattered around her. From the looks of the covers, they're all very trashy ridiculous romance novels. Oona sits on the floor in the middle of them, one in her hand and opened somewhere in the middle, but her expression is a bit disappointed and exasperated]

Human books are so strange! Like stories and such-- really like romance. There is so many! But so weird. Want to read romance, but keep talking about gardens!

[Wait what.

She looks disappointedly at the book again and sighs deeply.] Where did she get flowers from, so sudden? Why is he stroking 'quivering flower petals'? [UH] Or rubbing buds? [oona wait--]

And! Man keeps suddenly having hard swords? They stab, but girls like? So weird! Is all such nonsense! [ooNA NO.

She tosses the book none-too-gently over her shoulder and rests her elbow on her knee, chin in hand, pouting.]

Tell me better stories.

video ↔ un: lockon.stratos

[lockonstratos]

(( The camera comes on revealing a young man with unruly hair, an easy smile, and eyepatch over his right eye. He chuckles to himself, pleased the communications device is like the ones he's accustomed to... for the most part. Talking to a nameless, faceless group is a little different than he's used to. Before he says anything, something a little helpless and a little embarrassed flickers across his face. When he finally speaks, there's a faint lilt in his voice that easily identifies him as Irish (at least to those familiar with the accent). ))

I seem to have lost my partner on the way here. If anyone sees a little orange robot rolling around, about... (( He gestures with his hands to indicate roughly the size of a volleyball. )) this big, answers to 'Haro', could you let me know?

(( Oh, right. It's an open network, not like the secure one he used to communicate with other members of Celestial Being back home; he needs to identify himself. For a second he looks abashed, then smiles again. ))

The name's Lockon Stratos.

(( Why, yes, he is making finger guns before leaning in to turn off the feed. ))

( voice )

[tayoru]

[ Excuse the interruption to your lovely first day of December the twelfth month, but here is a very courteous man with a nice fantasy RPG British accent. ]

I wish to announce the development of a community kitchen which shall reside within Middle Lunatia. It should be fully prepared for use by the end of the month. I understand fellow residents have produced many varied food-related businesses, and I thought to offer something within a similar vein, but to better use of those who would like to improve their own culinary skills.

I'll be providing a future update on when the location is ready for public use. If you've any questions, please feel free to approach me at any time. My name is Ignis Scientia.

Of no relation to the Lunar Scientia, I can assure you. [ Purely coincidence. Kind of annoying sometimes. ]

I'd also like to send an offer to those who would happen to have a spare amount of time during this month. I've a few baking ventures I wish to partake in and would be appreciative of anyone who would offer a willing palate for taste-testing. I lack the use of my sight, however I shouldn't require too much assistance.