[Whoa, network, enjoy the sudden freckley face staring at his mirror, looking largely unimpressed.]

A magic mirror. Okay, uh, sadly, this isn't even the first time I've felt like a Disney princess. And the getting kidnapped thing, that's not actually new, either. [He makes a face.] Which tells you all you need to know about me, I guess.

Uhhh, apparently I'm rooming with... [bear with him--] ... two guys named Vanitas and Alhen-- something? There's a lot of-- the letter 'i,' uh-- soooo. [He gives a weak wave.] Heyyyy roomies.

[He looks uncomfortable, like he's about to switch off the mirror, and then he thinks better of it.]

Okay, so we're here to help somehow? But I don't exactly get what needs to happen, like, what exactly they need help with. I'd like to get back home sooner rather than later, like, way sooner, so the quicker I can help get that done the better.

So. Who wants to come watch me kick butt in the local fighting tournament?

This is an open invitation -- knowing who I am not required.

( Derek Hale/Tech Filter )

I'm gonna go ahead and guess: there are a bunch of other people who got kidnapped. So. How long have you been stuck? I'm hoping for less than a week, but somehow I really doubt it.

[The screen lights up--though only a little. An exceptionally tall man, wearing a golden pirate's hook on his left arm, sat up on a large crate in the middle of the industrial district. He kept a cigar between his teeth, seemingly uninterested in the little device that was filming him.

Crocodile turned to face it, his expression somewhat hidden by the fur lining of his coat. Still, he looked bored whether or not he actually was. Crocodile's voice came out in a slow, methodical and extremely deep drawl.]

Is this place supposed to be something worthy of protection? [He lied--] Even if I'm a Warlord, whoever said I was the right person to pick?

Now--I've looked around. Where are the blackmailers that brought us here?

[The video feed flickers on, showing an upside down view of small reptiles skittering away from the owner of the mirror. There's a flicker disturbance, and what sounds to be a roar of some sort, of frustration. That's what it sounded like at least.

But soon the feed shuts off for a moment before it flickers back on to show a young man, sitting in what looks to be a cave. He rubs his face, the opening of a cave visible, leading outside into Darstone, just over his shoulder. Derek sits on a large rock inside the cave, a lot on his mind as he rubs his face, which has a thin layer of sweat on it.

He purses his lips before he looks straight at the mirror. This thing always threw him in a loop. The Alpha was talking to a mirror.]

If anyone has met an Isaac, Erica, or a Boyd, let me know. Or even a Scott for that matter. They're people from home, and I wanted to see if they were here. And if they aren't... that's probably a good thing.

[He's straight and to the point and looks away from the mirror, sighing heavily, his shoulders heaving with it before the feed flickers out again.]

::The video shows a bustling office. Natives of Darstone can be seen from time to time in the background and the noises are those of a government office overburdened with a staggering influx of work. Voices calling back and forth. The clicking of typing. The low scratch of pens and flapping papers. In the midst of all this chaos sits Prussia, uniform crisply pressed, hair neatly combed back from his face. Perhaps if you haven't met him before, you recognise him from England's warning?::

Good afternoon, fellow victims of the unawesome government sponsored kidnapping plan! You may find yourself asking: "What is this incredible sight before me?" or "Whose amazing voice do I hear?" or even "Why is such a powerful and awe-inspiring being making this mass communication effort?"

If you're not, then keep it to yourself.

Anyways. The answer is simple!

For those of you who I haven't met, I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt -or Preußen, Prussia, whatever you like that isn't unawesome- and for a few lucky souls, I've got an opportunity~

The ability to type is preffered. The ability to follow instruction is a requirement. And since this is me talking, some combat skills wouldn't be out of place, but consider those optional for now. Ordinarily, I'd expect a C.V. on my desk for review before scheduling the interview, but I need people quickly so we're gonna cut that bullshit out of the process.

Respond here to schedule an in person meeting or show up at the Customs Office before close of business today if you want a job. The pay is eighty whatever-the-fucking-currency-is-called a day, ::He pauses, glancing around before leaning in conspiratorily.:: and just between us? I see plenty of opportunity for advancement.

::Prussia sits back with a sigh.:: Oh yeah. If you come here, don't be an idiot and ask for me mentioning shit about a job. Just come find me. I'm pretty fucking obvious and recognisable and shit -::Here he makes a sweeping gesture from his white-blond hair to his red eyes to his Prussian blue uniform.::- so if you can't manage that then you are not getting hired.

[Alisha wasn't sure she wanted to reach out to everyone that was brought her; too many strange faces, too much of the unknown. However, she wasn't going to get very far in this urban hellhole if she didn't start somewhere. It might have taken a while, but her pride has subsided... and an idea has started to form... just enough for her to take up her mirror and give a little shout-out.]

Just to be clear, I don't plan on doing this mirror bullshit a whole lot. I just need to know a couple of things.

One, are there any decent bars around here? And two... if not, who'd want one?

[Why entrepreneurship and all the responsibility that comes with it? That's because she's not one for risking her neck, favors, or manual labor as far as quests go. She figures the least she can do to keep herself occupied here is open a little business, one she actually knows something about. Though she might not have any "official" bar-tending experience, she was around them plenty enough back home to have picked the basics and a few tricks.]

All in favour, say aye.

[ Medusa is on camera, wearing a white lab coat, with her blond hair twisted in a braid in front of her. She's smilingly sweetly to the camera, and even waves a little when it turns on. ]

Hello everyone. My name is Medusa, I'm going to be helping out my dear friend Professor Stein at the hospital. I have a lot of medical training in surgery and general practice, as well as an interest in holistic medicine.

So if anyone is injured or just looking for a checkup, come see me! I promise I'll take good care of you! [ Oh how sweet and kind she must seem. She reaches out to shut the camera off, but it catches barely a single frame of a terrible snakelike face that only the most involved watchers might be able to glimpse. ]

[Nami hasn't worked out how to filter yet, which is annoying. She only wants to find one person, after all. It takes her a few hours to decide heck with it and use it anyway, because heck, she may as well pretend it's a message just like that Haruki guy's or something. Maybe she can kill two birds with one stone.]

So I guess it's the in thing to introduce yourself or something. I'm Nami, and I'm a navigator from East Blue. I was wondering if there's anyone else from home here? Any of the Blues, or the Grand Line even...

I'm curious what sort of lives people came from at home, anyway. We're all here supposedly because we can help out, right? Not so sure how, in my case, but maybe I'll work it out eventually.

[There's no ulterior motives to that last question at all. Is that enough? Hmm.

Okay, maybe not. The last thing she says is a little more uncertain.]

...Luffy? You there?

[She might kinda need your help with something.]

 [ Yesterday, anyone might have noticed the storm clouds rolling in with large masses.  They might have seen the lightning, given they were in the right location to do so.  They may have also heard a loud thunder demon demanding to know what realm of hell this was, for he had died.  

And so had his brother.

And he had woken up here alone, without family or foe in sight or, apparently, range. So he treated the day of his arrival as though it were a hunt.  A boisterous hunt where he hardly took anyone's word for anything.  What he was told-- it was too unreal.  Too impossible.  Something he refused to believe.  

Today, Hiten had figured out some of the perks to the device he received upon his arrival.  He had seen the broadcasts and could only hope for the best when he started speaking.  He looks more fragile today.  Exhausted, worn out, and pained.  His voice is hoarse. ]

I need to find my brother, Manten.  Don't waste my time.