[Everyone's mirrors glow at once, and the Speaker's kindly bearded face appears, just as it did when they first arrived. He beams, eyes twinkling with pleasure]

It's taken us a while to tabulate the results, but I'm here to announce the winner of the Scavenger Hunt. The winner will receive a thousand dollars - quite a prize!

[He clears his throat dramatically]

And the winner is...

[He raises his hand, and from somewhere the sound of a drum roll begins to rumble]

The Disciple!

Congratulations, dear. You can come to the government offices to claim your prize.

[OOC: Feel free to keep backtagging, of course!]

[Hi, network. Meet a very unhappy teenage girl. She's not impressed by any of this at all.]

So if anyone wants to get outta here super quick you should come to me. I'm all about quests and junk, and the sooner I get back to Cake the better.

I'm Fionna, and this thing says I'm rooming with some dudes named Fran and Dolorosa. Hey, I guess.

Also, if Prince Gumball, Marshall Lee, LSP or anybody else from Ooo is here, I'd really like to know. Even if it's the Ice Queen. [A pause, then...] Actually, I really need to know if she's here. Somebody's gotta keep her from predatoring on dudes.

[The video clicks on to reveal a small, slender, nervous-looking redhead. She has a frilly white blouse on covered with a leather bomber jacket, more stylish than functional, and she's fidgeting in her seat.

She takes a visible breath and says, somewhat stilted,] Hi. Willow. --That's me, Willow, my name, and. You should call me that. And you should email me?

Wait, sorry, I'm doing this in the wrong order. [She looks embarrassed, but then shakes her head and starts over, calmer now that she's getting into the rhythm.]

I'm Willow Rosenberg and I'm the official Darstone liaison to the newcomers. That means you, cause, if you're on this network, you're a newcomer-- a dimensional kidnap-ee. It's probably not government approved to say kidnap-ee, but that's okay because I work for them so I'm allowed to be especially disgruntled. Actually, even though I work for them, I'm in more or less the same position as you, I just got here earlier. When they needed someone for the job about a month ago I said yes.

Anyway... [Pause as she tries to recover her conversational thread.] Being the liaison means you should come to me if you have problems settling into the city, or if you need to talk to someone official and don't know how to reach them. I can get you in touch. I'm not responsible for deciding who gets to go home, so don't bug me about that or you'll make me cranky and mildly disapproving, and I don't like to be cranky.

But you really should email me if you need something. That's what I'm here for. I also do emergency response sometimes if something goes wrong with one of us, and trust me, I can handle it. So don't cause problems or you'll have to deal with me. [This is half bluffing and half honest confidence.] That means whoever sent those shadow things around during the festival, I better not see that happen again or I'm going to track you down, and there will be consequences.

[Her eyebrows go up in open evaluation.] Got it? Oh, and whoever's sending out the spying snakes, that's just creepy, but not illegal. So keep it not illegal or I'll sic the police chief on you, and she's scary.

... Any questions? About me or about what's going on? It's really mostly answered in the guide on your mirror, but I am answer girl if you have something else.

[After a few false starts there's eventually a clear video of a young girl who looks very frazzled and annoyed as she figures out how to hold the mirror to make her post.]

Hey, does anyone mind if I crash on their couch tonight? Apparently one of my roommates is a psycho fishperson with territory issues who keeps threatening me with a trident.

[OOC: Context]