[ Cloud's not looking at the video when it starts, instead focused on a nail that he strikes with a hammer. He glances at the video, confirming it's on, but he seems distracted or restless. ] Vincent. You're about the only one who'd stay quiet for long. If you're here, say something. [ Pound. Pound. Pound. .... ] Or...if any Houses have a deep sleeper. He'd be wearing a cloak. I'll wake him up. [ Hard to imagine cold Vincent taking the gods or their "laughter and tears" thing very seriously. He'd probably go to sleep since it doesn't involve Lucrecia.

There's no asking about the others this time--Cloud's sure that either he would have heard them by now, or they'll be messaging him soon enough over this. Instead: ] I've put this off long enough. Anyone know where I can get a sword? [ What he's been hammering isn't furniture or anything like it, as proven when he does an idle "victory" twirl with his arm--it's a nail bat. He rests it lightly on his shoulder and shrugs at the video. ] This is interesting once in a while, but it gets old.

[ ooc: ...hurray for the odd weapons in canon ]

[ The video starts off rather normally, with one blond guy blinking in surprise at the screen before brightening. He's walking around, from the movement of the scenery behind him, but he pauses after he notices it's finally working. ]

Ah- finally! Haah, I thought I'd never get it working.

[ He starts walking again, smiling a little now that he has someone, or well thing, to talk to. ]

Anyway, my name's Dino- a new visitor, I guess. I guess I should say I've been taking a look around the place, but there's really not that much to look at- it's kinda weird how things are here, huh? Anyway, those maids weren't really that informative, so this communication channel's probably a better place to start, right? I was kinda wondering wh-

[ He abruptly cuts off then and the screen jerks with him; the next view is a very clear one of Dino on his back on the floor, looking dazed. Kids this is why you should look where you're walking. Especially when it's already slippery out. ]

O-Ow, jeez, that hurt...

[ on video is a young man who, honestly, looks like he's seen better days. he looks tired and dirty and cold, and definitely looks like he could use a warm bath and a hearty meal. he sighs, finally giving in to using this thing he was instructed to, but not looking directly at it while it records him. ]

Che-- Even after searching for days, I've found no way out--

What a damn tasteless joke, keeping someone trapped in an illusion this long.

[Video comes on, but almost before the image can register, sound howls through the network. On the screen? Squalo’s mouth is open wide enough to swallow his own fist, and the sound that comes out of his mouth? Well, bummer for the network if their volume wasn’t turned almost all the way down, because their ears were about to be blessed with the dulcet tones of the number one loudest member of the mafia.]

VOOOOOOIIIIII!! This is one shitty joke! I have trash to kill, so somebody better tell me how to get back home right the fuck now.

[Usually, Amaimon would comment on his predicament of being here and then agreeing to stay so long as it's fun. But for once he's actually really quiet. With a childlike curiosity he brings his hand up and touches one of the snow flakes. He watches in awe as it slowly melts on his finger.

After what seems like forever he finally speaks up.]

Is this what snow looks like?

[[ooc | replies will, sadly come after I get back from work tonight ;n;/]]