ǣfenglōm (main comm)

Name: Mikasa Ackerman
Date: Backdated to about the 20th November? After regains but before full moon
Format: Audio


I'm not sure how many have you have heard. But there's an orphanage in the harbor district that... [She pauses, had Eren told everyone he was the mysterious benefactor?] That changed hands recently. They've been making improvements now, but there's a lot of things that need doing.

[She really lacked the charisma for this. A huff slips out as eventually she gives up and just goes for the good old blunt way.]

Children grow a lot and they need clothes that fit better and will keep them warm when the snow comes.

[And that's it. Message sent. She tried.]

Name: Klaus Hargreeves
Date: today-ish
Format: video
WARNING: Probable drug use discussion in the comments, will warn in headers. Pop a request in your subject line if you want to avoid discussion of drug use, and I will oblige.

[It is pretty obvious that whoever is using the watch is not used to cell-phone style devices. Used to being recorded, yes, of course, but not like...selfies or recording himself. So at first the video swings wildly and dizzily all over the place before settling on a very close up recording of a single green eye. Then the camera pans out, and Klaus lifts a hand with "Hello" clearly tattooed on the palm to wave with a little wiggle of his fingers.

He's grinning, but he looks exhausted. Are the smudges around his eyes from sleep deprivation or smudged eyeliner? The world will never know.]

Hello, citizens! Or whatever we're calling ourselves this fine day. Victorian-era folks? Old-timey wizards? Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean.

[A pause, and he rubs at one eye, still smiling.]

So. Important question. If a guy were in say...some serious physical and-or emotional pain, where would he go to get a little relief in this place?

[A pause, and he lifts his free hand to cover his face, shaking his head, murmuring under his breath.]

No no no...that's not right. Fuck, there's probably not even an NA chapter in this place.

[A few seconds, he gives his head another shake, and the smile comes back up as if it never left.]

Or, well, you know! Other distractions. Right. Non-medicinal distractions. What do you do for fun around here?