[Accidental Video Post]

[woodguardian.livejournal.com]

[The video feed clicks on to show a dark-skinned arm covering most of the screen. Beyond it, a face can be seen, but it's obviously not the face of anyone who was born on Gaia. This one is dark-skinned with white hair, pure as snow. On top of her head are two rabbit ears as white as her hair. She looks rather severe and when she speaks, her voice does not brook argument or dissension.]

I am to believe this place is not in Ivalice? The Humes have not carried me from my home, but another unseen force has?

That's about right, Kupo. People keep falling from the sky.

[The woman sighs, moving her arm, and for a moment, her face is blocked by her hand]

We're not even sure how to get you guys back home.

The way I will find. I cannot stray long from the Wood's embrace.

[Is it fear that flickered past her face? Or worry?]

Oh... Your device is recording, Kupo.

[Another click, and the video cuts off]

[Voice Post]

[dynast-king.livejournal.com]

I am told by the unusual moogle who greeted me that this device serves as a method of communication. I daresay it is a most ingenious device which could be replicated with ease at the Draklor Laboratory. I am certain our dear Cid could have doubtless found a use for it. We shall see what the others can make of it.

For anyone who utilizes this device, I seek to secure passage back to Archades. I prefer a vessel with private accommodations. Further amenities are unnecessary. Should any of the Ministry of Law receive this, I ask that you contact me, immediately.

Mjrn - 01 [Voice post - Network]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Random background noise, at first; footsteps, 'kupos', voices fading into and out of range as people go about their business. There's some fumbling and a voice cuts in, worried and probably muttering to herself. Her accent is a little odd, familiar to only those who have met Viera.]

---this on? I am not certain...

[There's a quick, muted exchange in which a 'kupo' or two can be heard.]

Ah! Thank you. I will remember. Wait--!

[Sigh. Then her voice sounds clearer, though hesitant.]

...can anyone hear me? My name is Mjrn. I was given this device by an odd moogle, though he departed with unmatchable haste. My questions remain unanswered and I have a fair number of them--including that concerning the unrest around me.

[A brief pause, during which time curious murmurs can be a heard in the background. The word 'ears' stands out.]

If anyone can spare a moment, I would be grateful.