[Sam looks intact, if a little worse for wear. He spent a few days wandering, helping people out, checking in on those he could find. Eventually he caught up with Dean. Now he's trying to work out what's happened, and what they're gonna do about it. There's something a little stilted about him, mechanical.]

Anyone who's got information on how we get out of here, I'm compiling anything I can find. In the meantime, anyone still out there who needs help?

And hey, if we talk on a regular basis, and you can see this, and we haven't since this whole thing started? Really like to hear your voice.

[Before he loses someone else.]

[Video / Desert City Action ]

[It had taken a little while to find enough solid scrap metal to cobble together, even longer since a few of the pieces he had been intending to use transformed into sand before the work could be completed, but now he had a reasonable facsimile of a transportation device. It would not be very comfortable inside and it would need to rely on the thrusters of the FTO to break through to the glass city but it might be able to provide a chance to a few of the people still trapped here.
Eagle smiled and made certain to thank the people who had helped him put all of this together. So much work in such a short time, it had to have been a group effort.]

It looks like we were able to complete our project after all. I can’t take very many, maybe a dozen or so, but if the FTO holds onto this little construct of ours I should be able to ensure that at least some of you can make it to the Glass City.

Lantis, did you manage to make it to the Desert City? If you did I will hold off leaving until you can get here. The building I had the FTO stored in has already turned to sand and collapsed but, I think you can still find where it used to b--…

AAAaaaaaeehhh!!

[That message to Lantis would have been made private but the privacy filters were just not holding up for some reason, however if it had been the rest of the network would have missed hearing the sudden ear piercing scream of one of the lady welders and the roar of the approaching monster. The rest occurred in a blur of color and motion as a sudden frantic defense was mounted.]

Shrooook!

Get back! Stay away from the claws!

[Placing himself between and monster and the civilians was the only way to prevent any of them from falling prey to the snarling scorpion-like creature. From the crate on which the network device sat abandoned only snatches of the ensuing battle could be seen. A flash of a laser weapon, a claw flying free of its former host, the sounds of the battle, and a splash of blood as it hit the sand. Then everything went silent.]

[OCC: Eagle was mortality wounded in this battle but he is stubborn enough to linger for a few parting words. ]

I believe that it is time I headed into the desert to aid those within there.

[Amazing how he can sound like that's his duty and have it seem so dreadfully annoying all at once.]

I have supplies for those who require them and the ability to get those to safety.

Do let me know if you require my help while I am there. That includes supposed "heroes" in this...event.

 [Despite the howling wind and raging sand outdoors, Sebastian has done a very good job of decorating the house to look very much ready for the generally comercial holiday. There were pink and red heart balloons scattered about the house, soft colored table clothes with heart shaped confetti sprinkled across their expanse along with row upon row of baked treat, even the clothes used to stuff the cracks in the house so the sand couldn't get in were colored for the occasion.

One could hear the Phantomhive butler humming as he came out with a rather delicious looking chocolate cake. As he placed it on the table he noticed the device recording from across the room. He made his way over and gave the audience a courteous smile.]

Good day my fellow inhabitants. I hope this horrendous sand isn't ruining your holiday cheer too badly. As you can see, there is always a way to enjoy yourself even on what some may call on of the saddest day in the year. After all, it is an excuse to stuff yourselves full with overly sugary treats.

[He smiles sweetly.]

Ah yes, to those in my Master's household, please feel free to enjoy the various desserts I have prepared for sampling for the day. Alois, Luca, I prepared a nice dinner for you as well. Growing boys need their sustenance. And please. Keep your pets off of the tables. We wouldn't want all that chocolate to get to them, now would we?

So here's some shite to keep in mind.

Dehydration's a fucking painful way to die. It feels like a hangover at first but it'll get worse, and your piss will turn brown - that means your kidneys are shutting down - you'll get insomnia, constipation, and eventually you'll die. In about three days. You can drink your own piss but not more than about three times: don't test this shite, all right?

You know what else is a symptom?

Crankiness.

Just find water, yeah?

And don't piss in the desert without checking to see if a giant scorpion is there first.

[There's a pause]

If you get hurt out there, say something, yeah? Someone'll get to you.

Fuck.

I have a fucking headache.