[His hoarse, gritty voice seems to have an undertone of sadistic amusement.]

Well, I've never had a problem with deserts or sand. Many of the deserts back home have the best treasure and the best challenges. It is quite interesting to see people flail around, though. I thought you were used to curses?

Ah, but don't worry. I'll take care of those who get left behind...

'Tis a blessing to have stumbled upon this place. Even if magic has formed this desert, to be able to fight... it is relieving.

[Her wings are a flutter as she spreads them, sprinting, then soon taking flight. Anyone who has spoken with her before can probably see that this is the happiest she's been since her arrival. She's only fighting for herself, but to be of use, to be able to fight, it makes her happy. It's also a way to keep her skills at top notch.

The feed gets overcome by static, then ends. She's... happy now. Anyone in the Desert City, feel free to join her and beat up monsters with her!]

CITIZENS

CITIZENS

CITIZENS

THE SAFEST HOLE FOR ALL MICE CITIZENS IS HERE!!!

GO GO GO

Go and wait for all papers and processing as prizes for patience.

.....

.....

...It's cleanish...

( ooc: safe zone and location details )

This is the shittiest curse ever. If I wanted to be surrounded by sand I'd go to the beach, yeah?

[ sand in your pants is just not cool. ]

Has this ever happened before?

[ FILTERED TO SIMON BELLAMY AND NATHAN YOUNG ]

Where the fuck are you?

[The person in this picture looks inordinately cheerful considering he's standing in the middle of a desert. His clothes are a little ragged - partly due to a run-in with some of the local desert creatures - and he's got a few scratches here and there, but otherwise he seems fine.

He waves a thin metal pipe in a vague sort of salute.]

Hey, is there anything good to eat in this desert? Aside from the monsters, that is. I don't know about any of you, but those things look a little scary to eat, haha...

[Have the face of a concerned knight.]

Should there be anyone still lost in the sand and in need of aid, I would like to offer my services.

I understand there are a number of desert-dwelling creatures with less-than-favorable dispositions out here and I believe my water magic may be of some use with such beings.

[ BEHOLD: a clearly deluded young man, making his way through an abandoned market in desert city, before stumbling (!) over an innocent looking sand dune. ]

Where in the Abyss did you think to go? Ah - sorry -

[ BEHOLD (2): ...a just as young, but growing beautiful specimen of mutant vermin, awoken from his nap and rather peeved for it. Cue every editorial pre-attack pose a budding worm could put together in under 30 seconds. ]

Now, there's no need for - that's... really, those are all your own teeth?

[ BEHOLD (3)(thank everything): an enormous skeleton bird plunging mightily from ether, picking up the sand worm, tossing it around for giggles, then summarily gobbling it down like a boss.

Meanwhile, Gil will just be picking himself up from the ground and staring at the bird. Possibly wondering about his life and his choices. ]

There you are. Fine time of you to remember.


[ ooc: ...yes, okay. come be lost with the idiot (and the bird) in what is probably a sand worm nest. Go ahead :( b ]

What the fuck are you supposed to do with gigantic bites, anyway! [ It wasn’t even worded like a question, nor was it directed at the screen. Instead, his attention was turned behind himself. From where the device was pointed, it was easy to make out the blood stains on his clothes, his arms, and the bit that had gotten smeared onto the camera’s screen. ]

God damnit-- [ Then, he turned to the device, addressing it instead. ] Oi, Akira! Gazelle! -- fuck, anyone! The bastard got the shit bitten out of his shoulder and he‘s going to bleed out at this rate. What the hell do I do!? [ He shifted the camera for just a moment, pointing it back to Kaito-- who was bleeding out from his left shoulder.]

And someone bring me a fucking cigarette!


_{[ ooc; blue is Kaito. ]}

[There's music playing in the background, it might be Styx.]

This is Orange heading towards the fort in an unmarked vehicle. Requesting assistance to unload supplies.

[A shot goes off.] Standby.

[The feed begins with static of both the visual and audio variety. This gives way to a nice shot of sand--as if everyone isn't tired of seeing that--and Penny's voice.]

--need you to work, please? I'm not Survivor material and this seriously isn't going to end well if you're broke--oh! You're recording?

[A dizzying spin and Penny comes more-or-less into focus. Her expression is difficult to see, darkened as it is by the diffused white light behind her. She's sitting cross-legged in the sand, a white blanket over her head forming a makeshift (and uncomfortable) tent. It's better than being baked to a crisp.]

Hey! I'm hoping someone sees this because I could use some help. I woke up yesterday in this building that definitely wasn't the building I went to sleep in, but that wasn't so bad because there was some water and food and... you know, a couple of walls. I couldn't get this dumb video phone to work, but I didn't start freaking out about that until this morning when the walls decided to turn into sand and--and I swear I'm not making this up--I heard growling.

[A shadow passes outside, just behind Penny and her sheet tent. She stays silent until it leaves and continues in a whisper.]

Did I mention the things? There're things out there. Growling things. So if anyone's getting this and knows what to do, I'd really, really, really appreciate help. I think I saw the carousel a ways off yesterday, but other than that... no idea where I am.

[Bright light comes streaming in from a hole in the blanket; sand falls on the device's lens.]

Oh no. Nononono...

[More sand falls and the feed ends abruptly.]


[ooc: Action of the saving-Penny-from-whatever-desert-beasties-you-please variety would be amazing. Any replies to voice/video/etc will be answered later.]

[Jim has found a wall, one at the farthest edge of the glass city, nearest the desert. His hands are pressed against the glass, his face not far away, watching what bit of the chaos he can see through the glass. As for the device, it's in his pocket, and he doesn't realize it's on, or that everyone might hear him say:]

Boy, I'm glad I'm not out there.

[Though with the way he said it, it's almost like he's trying to convince himself that whatever horrible situation is outside that wall really isn't much more exciting than being trapped in here.]