[video] Looking for answers to everyone's questions...

[flyboy-red.livejournal.com]

[The redhead is sat on the steps near the entrance of Treno. He's been exploring the city! Scanning the area with his camera, he turns it on himself and smiles.]

So, yeah, this is Treno. I figure most of ya know it... so, what's the deal here? Why is it always night? Does anyone even know?

Was it always like that?

[He shrugs, watching a few people walk past him up the steps.]

That kinda makes me wonder about everything else. Why are we even here? The Sky People, I mean... what the Hell is the deal with us all just showing up?

There's loads of us now, right? Do the natives like... hate us or like us or... what?

[Reno frowns, rubbing his left tattoo while looking past the camera to look at what's beyond. The entrance.]

This place is like... really weird. What's bringing us all here? I figure it's something, right? It's not random. It can't be random. Midgar and Wutai are here; they're places from my world... what places are there from your worlds?

C'mon, folks, help a guy out. I mean... maybe if we all just started working together, we could get outta here and go home.

Whatever. I guess you can't force people to talk to strangers. My Ma always said it was dangerous to talk to people y'don't know...

[He shrugs again and ends the transmission.]

[Action] Heads of State, Redux

[dynast-king.livejournal.com]

[The setting is the old Black Mage Factory underneath Dali. An unusual situation, but as it turns out, the only place spacious enough to accommodate all the heads of state in attendance, while maintaining a sense of security for all involved. At least, this was the explanation provided by the mayor of the town, a crabby sort of man who didn't like the intrusion. Old machinery, starting to rust, looms all around. Ghosts of a mysterious past. An expansive table has been provided, as well as cushioned chairs, and an occasional villager scurries around, providing drinks and refreshments for all in attendance.

Introductions are made and small talk bandied about. The time of business is now at hand.]


((ooc: Last time we did this in a chat and it worked great, but timing won't allow for it this time. So, just a reminder, there is no set posting order. Treat this like you would a general chat, interjecting whenever you feel like it. We want it to feel like a true collaborative meeting, so have at. I'm going to suggest everyone tracks the post, and direct posts tags, rather than replying to the person before, so there isn't any confusion over where to tag next, or a zillion little subthreads to have to follow.))

[Action] Still repairing roofs in Troia

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

[Locke can be seen repairing the roof of yet another house. He is diligently hammering boards into place when a shingle slips as he is bearing down on a nail, causing him to miss the board and slam into his finger. His face turns red as he starts to slide down the roof. If not for his thief-like dexterity halting the slide, he would have tumbled to the ground.]

Mmpf!!

Video Post

[te-dirige.livejournal.com]

[Tseng has gained an office, of sorts, and is directing this call from behind a well-worn wooden desk. It lacks his usual polish and finesse - but it's better than the nothing he had yesterday.]

I am hoping I can find assistance if I make this a generalized broadcast.

I'm aware that Wutai was recently attacked, and was successfully defended. That said, there seems to be no solid information available as to the state of the nation and surrounding land and people. I'd consider myself in your debt if you could provide me with any such information, especially in regards to the status and mindset of those residents native to the city, and what year they believe they were transported from.

You have my thanks in advance.

[OOC: If you've dealt with those from Wutai, you can probably make the connection that Tseng looks quite a lot like them... Backdated to a few days ago]

[Action] Are the streets of Lindblum safe anymore?

[lionwarhero.livejournal.com]

[Delita is walking back from dinner, thinking how slow that meal was. He hadn't intended to be out after dark, yet here he is walking through the Theater District after dark. He just wouldn't eat there anymore!]