[ today in heimdall district, one (1) noel kreiss can be found (unsuccessfully) searching for artefacts-- in other words, running around like a headless chicken looking in strange places while questioning the natives who walk past him. his video feed on the network clicks on to the last few seconds of the hunt, with only a facepalm to show for his troubles. ]

Ooookay, talking to these guys isn't really getting me anywhere. I'm guessing it's the same for everyone else-- probably has something to with the whole "grey and emotionless" thing. Just a theory. [ there's something of a scoff attached to that statement. ] So humour me: just what do we know about this place? Has anyone been here for longer than the rest?

[ a pause, and then he continues anyway. no harm in asking. ]

I'm mostly looking for inconsistencies: things that don't seem to belong, even somewhere as weird as this. [ without mog, he has to resort to asking the old fashioned way. ] If you see anything that seems to fit that description, let me know. It'll probably be obvious, so don't strain yourself looking too hard.

[VIDEO]

So that's how it goes, huh?

[That may be a somewhat unamused Australian crossing her arms and staring back at the bracelet she's got. Fang's not too pleased. She was just fighting Orphan with the rest of the team, only to suddenly be brought here, unannounced.]

Much as I love bein' brought in t'save worlds as the next person, you'd think gods would get the message when we were tryin' to get rid o'the Fal'Cie back home. [She cocks her eyebrow at this.] 'Course, far as I know, these ones'll want to kill off humanity too, for their own reasons.

[A sigh, and she thinks for a moment before saying anything.]

Don't have what I used to, either. I guess y'could call these guys "gracious" since they let me keep my spear, but anythin' else? Can't feel it.

[At that, Fang gestures to the spear [[bottom right]] on her back.]

Anyone mind tellin' me a way out? I can't stay, 'm needed back home.

[ACTION]

[Don't mind the tall woman walking along the halls and inspecting things. It's kind of like Cocoon here, only really gray and kind of primitive. Not as primitive as Oerba, but she's pretty used to the shiny things by now. So feel free to bug her, if you'd like. She doesn't bite... much.]

[so it's another normal day in the sigyn house. sun is shining, birds are singing. wake up, try to go back to sleep only you can't because the birds are singing a little too loudly because they're buzzing right around your head. Video feed flicks on revealing a rather frazzled Tsuna who is doing his best to ignore the tiny yellow birds who are currently dive bombing his head, squeaking out odd phrases like 'GO MAKE FRIENDS' and 'TALK TO PEOPLE' and 'DON'T BE A HERMIT!!!'

He has bigger things to worry about. Such as the many valentines cards on his desk that seem to have angry messages written all over them. Thanks Enma]

So um. D-Do people normally celebrate Valentines like yesterday? I mean, instead of girls giving chocolates [ducking another divebombing bird and squawks himself, frantically waving them away] on Valentines and boys giving back on White Day? It was a bit different from what I'm normally used to, I guess.

[the screen suddenly fills up with feathers and Tsuna shrieks, snatching his bracelet off the desk as he runs out of the room] -OKAY! OKAY I'M GOING, I'M GOING, STOP DIVE BOMBING ME!!!

Anyway I guess that isn't really important but I heard there were a lot of new people arriving lately? W-welcome I guess and don't worry this sort of thing isn't nooooormaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal--

[and the feed finally clicks off]

[[ooc: Tsuna's been cursed by one of the gods for being a hermit and not interacting with people like he should ever since he decided to hole himself up in his room since the dragon attack. Don't mind the birdies that will be following him and attacking him until he makes some attempt at human interaction. Then they'll just disappear into thin air. Action for all of sigyn as Tsuna tries to shake off the birds. weeps what am I doing]]