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[ roy is seated in a secluded area of the temple that many may recognize as maes and barabas’ office. he has a notebook in front of him that a great deal of stuff seems to be written in, but roy himself doesn’t have a pen in hand. those paying careful attention may recognize that the writing in the notebook is, indeed, roy’s handwriting, but it’s certainly not legible.

anyway. roy looks a bit tired, but in relatively good spirits, despite what he suffered on the horologium. he’s been relatively quiet, since coming back to the temple -- focused on recovering, catching up with his closer circle of friends and family, and preparing himself for what he had to do next, which is, incidentally, address the circle.

And so, roy clears his throat. ]

We have a handful of new arrivals . . . welcome to the Circle. To those who don’t know me, my name is Brigadier General Roy Mustang. Roy is sufficient.

[ some people like using the titles, and some people don’t. It doesn’t really make a difference to him -- but that being said, roy certainly does speak in an authoritative tone, for as tired as he looks. some things don’t change. ]

I wanted to bring your attention to what we’ve experienced as a group in the past. A world jump is likely coming soon, and the more prepared we are, the higher likelihood we have to avoid another Akvos, or another version of the Horologium. To that extent --

[There’s not really a noise to announce Maes’s arrival. Just one minute there is empty space behind Roy and the next it’s being occupied by a man in glasses.]

Roy! There you are, I --

[He notices that Roy is speaking to the watch or The Circle and leans in over his friend’s shoulder. Personal space and Maes apparently aren’t acquainted, at least where Roy is concerned.]

Oh, hey, you’re talking to everyone else. Perfect. Let me borrow this for a second.

[Maes plucks up the watch. Roy is no longer visible, but you can definitely hear a “hey, give me that!” protest from the side. ]

Hi everyone. Technically I’m a Brigadier General, but feel free to just refer to me as Maes Hughes. I’m sure Roy already started in on the welcoming address, but I have some important information too -- concerning everyone really. I managed to get some details out of Astoria about our next world. After the past few times, well, one of the biggest issues we’ve had is not knowing a lot about where we’re going and how to prepare. Now I know there are mixed feelings about her, but the last time I asked her for information about a world it did prove to be accurate...so I think we can at least trust this much.

[As he speaks on trusting Astoria, he does glance in the direction Roy was. It’s pretty clear Maes has his own skepticism about the woman that has grown substantially from his months of being here. Now isn’t the time to dwell on that though. He clears his throat.]]

I didn’t get a name, but she called it a city, with taverns and everything. It’s populated by various types of people...different species and magic will be present. It sounded like we’d be going to a place with a lot of avenues to pursue. Astoria seems to want us to help the people there...though she couldn’t really give me specifics as to how. It sounds like it won’t be just fighting though, not this time.

[Maes pauses. Is he done? He knows that wasn’t very helpful and, especially for the new folks, it might not mean a lot. He looks like he’s about to give the watch back to Roy, but quickly pulls it back. Oh, right, the other things.]

If that doesn’t mean much to you, don’t worry. This room that Roy and I are in happens to be a library of sorts that Barb and I have been working on to keep all of the information from different people and worlds. We made it with the idea that those of you who are new might want to come read up on previous places. We’d appreciate any information you may have to add in the future.

All that I ask if that you please don’t touch the picture I’ve pinned to the wall of my precious daughter Elysia!

[The picture in question seems to magically appear in Maes’s hand, though it’s hard to tell if that was slight of hand or his teleporting again. The picture shows a girl, no older than three with twin pigtails sticking on top of her head. She sits proudly on a small tricycle, beaming at the camera. His voice changes from serious to a more gushing tone. Has he...has he forgotten the point of this?]

I know she’s just too cute~ But you’re free to look all you want I know she cheers ---

All right, enough, give me that --

[ and the watch is soon wrested out of maes’ hands, to show a very exasperated roy, frustrated (but clearly not enough to be actually upset, given he allowed maes to prattle on for that long). ]

The point of this is to offer ourselves as resources to the newer members, and to continue supporting one another to the best of our ability. Sharing with one another puts us on an even-playing field, and I intend to continue asking that of you, regardless of what happens on other worlds. Many of us have survived good worlds, and bad. Successes, and failures. This is our opportunity to attempt to plan for what comes next, because we likely have little time before our next jump.

[ and, after roy says that, he turns to maes, exasperated: ]

Do you always need to be the center of attention, or do you have an actual medical condition that forces you to --

[ and then the feed ends. ]

(OOC: If you are interested in looking at what we have in the office and want to read or, even better, contribute. Check it out here! Also, feel free to threadjack in this post! )

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[tired as she's been, there's evident humour in Vex's voice when she replies to the message.]

Oh, should we be introducing ourselves with full titles and everything? I wasn't aware that was required here. Seems a bit like showing off.

[tone softens a touch] Your daughter is absolutely adorable by the way, Maes.

[Okay now that she is done gushing over the small child.]

Oh, hi! I'm one of those new people you mentioned.

I'm Ruby. I'm a Huntress where I'm from, which is basically a professional Helper-Outer. ...But with a little more monster fighting involved.

I guess what I'm saying here is if we need to help people where ever we're going then I'll do whatever I can.

So yeah, looking forward to working with you!

She told you?

What did you ask? Did she seem certain?

[He's still that curious kid from last post but... markedly less enthusiastic.]

[WITH THE MOST RELIEF EVER] Oh thank gods, that sounds like where I come from....

[A young woman appears on the screen. She appears to be sitting at the fighting ring. Her hair is pulled up and she looks like she was probably working up a sweat. She's leaning against the wall, the corner of her red coat and hat hanging on the wall behind her. She looks very interested in this information dump.]

A library? Here?

[She sounds surprised. She hadn't come across THAT yet, but it wasn't like she'd checked ALL of the temple's rooms. There were a lot after all.]

I guess I missed it...but good to know.

[She'll certainly be checking it out very soon. However, there's more.]

So, what kind of information are you wanting from us newcomers exactly? You said it was to prepare, but if that's all the information we have then how much can we really prepare for?

[There's a pause and then she decides to ask.]

Also, was it just me, or did that guy just appear out of nowhere? Is that one of the powers Astoria can grant?

[Oh wow, these watch things have video calls? It's just like his tablet! Only... smaller. Way smaller.

It looks like Steven is out by the lake somewhere.]

Hi, I'm Steven! This sounds like it'll be a tough job, but I'm here to help!

What is Akvos and the Horologium?

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[Lift was going for indifference, or maybe vague suspicion. But mostly she looks like she's failed to hide her surprise and confusion at the network. This is way different than spanreed.]

What if I can't read?

[Klan's overall impression on the other end of the feed is somewhat casual, but there's a hardy look about her, and the neck of something that might be a spaceship uniform of some kind, not entirely unlike what was on the Horologium, is visible at the bottom of the frame.

As is the fact that she's leaning against the roof of a building. Ten feet isn't nearly enough to dwarf a single-storey building, but it sure is enough to get an arm up on it.]

Oh, are we doing ranks? Captain Klan Klang, at your service. [She offers a somewhat informal salute.] If Akvos and the Horologium were previous world jumps, as a newcomer I'd want to know what went wrong so I know the kind of thing we should be avoiding when we're out there in the next one.

[ Saints, these gentlemen seem like characters. Nikolai smiles as he watches them. Obviously they've been here for a while. He's deciding how exactly to get the information he needs out of them, when the mention of a library is made, and all of a sudden he brightens.

That will be perfect. ]

Hello, gentlemen! [ Here's his smiling face, bright hazel eyes and blond hair. He looks keen. ] I should be very interested to explore your library. You're quite right, of course, it's best to know what we'll be getting ourselves into.

I'd be interested in hearing your personal account of the other worlds you've visited, as well, if you didn't mind speaking of it.

[ Hopefully one at a time, without interrupting each other. But he'll take what he can get. ]

Hello, Maes. Roy. My name is Krolia. It is good to see a desire to keep from repeating the missteps of the past. Even though much of the fault often lies at the top in circumstances like this.

[She says it in a measured tone that is not chiding nor bitter, but only stating the facts. ...She'll offer to share Keith's baby photo off the network and to Hughes alone. Later.]

I've heard how difficult it has been to obtain intel of any sort from Astoria in the past. [And Krolia's calm tone likely tells them nothing of how much of a poor taste it leaves in her mouth.] And thank you, Roy. I will be sure to take a look later.

[This is of course implying she has not done so already, to which it would likely surprise almost everyone who does know her. She's very thorough in her own searches when she has to.]

[A girl who looks no more than ten or eleven years old replies, looking curious.

Seeing that one of the two men is a doting father is somewhat reassuring for Hanabi. If nothing else, it means he's probably patient with children.]

It's very nice of you help everyone out like this, sirs. Um...what's the difference between a General and a Brigadier General, though?

Wait, what do you mean a city with Taverns and People and!!! That sounds like a freaking video game! The entire thing is like a freaking video game!!!

[ interesting . . . and while she supposes she could talk to roy, she has zero interest in involving herself with roy when roy has already taken quite the interest in kaz. best to divide and conquer. and so : ]

Do you believe her?
Astoria.

That's not really a lot to go off, is it? Is it normal to go to a world and not know what it's like or... how we're supposed to help?

I will certainly be by to read your reports.

[ Knowledge is power ok. But really, most importantly: ]

What does failure entail in this scenario?

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...Thanks for the info.

[no introduction, no... nothing. at least in his initial approach, Killua is planning on being a fly on the wall, for the moment. he wouldn't respond at all, but... they did go through the trouble. he can't blame them for their silliness through the report.]

How old is she?

[Because this is what matters, Sheryl.]

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