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[This broadcast begins in the middle of a conversation and starts with the sound of a coin being set down on a table.]

What is this?

A gold Galleon. [Flippant, nonchalant.] You know, I don't think money from my world will buy you much of anything in the City. If you wanted to borrow a few coins for a cup of coffee, you could have just asked instead of dragging me out of work.

This coin was one of many, was it not?

[Dryly,] Well, yes, I reckon coins are generally made in large batches. I'm the wrong Weasley to ask, though, Bill's the one who works at the bank.

Your brother was not the one who used them as a method of communication during a rebellion.

[A pause. The question that hangs in the air is, How did you know that? but what we can't see is that the final message sent by Neville Longbottom is still etched into the coin: HP here. App to A's. Taking back H. What we don't know is that she's spoken about it to friends on the network before. It must be on record somewhere. She works this out in seconds so Ginny laughs instead, the sound surprisingly easy.]

That's what this is about? First of all, it was a war in my world. Second: it was a long time ago. Honestly, you don't even know the full—

So you don't deny that you've orchestrated a rebellion in the past?

( So what if I have? )


[ooc; those pesky sandworms stealing incriminating "evidence." ginny's getting carted off to jail and all replies will be from her cell there. assume a delay between your character's first comment and her response!]

[Mako really thinks, for a while here, that test driving a used Satomobile is going to be the best way to segue from a month of occasionally exchanging pleasantries to something more substantial. He's in the process of earning his license, so driving is important; and if there's one thing he knows about his ex-girlfriend, it's that she knows cars.

In other words, this is perfectly impersonal.

But things never work out perfectly, do they? Mako notices that the sky is transforming from sunny to overcast in a matter of odd minutes, and then the Satomobile begins to act strangely. It's like his hands are irrelevant to the steering wheel. In fact, he tests it by lifting up his palms just an inch. It's moving on its own.]

Hey, Asami. I think something's wrong with the— [BLAM!!]

( ”video” )

[For anyone who's been in the jail, they'll recognize the background of Setsuna's post, definitely not the lighter shades of his room. His expression, too, is not light.]

This is really stupid.

I wasn't even doing anything, before. But now, I'm gonna kick some ass when I get out of here.

[Tohru gives the screen a big smile, hoping not to worry anyone. Truthfully, she's shaking, so much she has to set the device aside so no one will notice by the screen shaking throughout.]

I hope no one was worried by my absence, but as you can see I'm very well! Unfortunately, I cannot leave.

To everyone at home, I'm very sorry to have left on such short notice. There is still left over rice from yesterday. I didn't put the fish in the freezer so it will need to be cooked today. The food in the blue container will go bad in a couple of days so you may eat that for left overs if you wish. I was unable to prepare lunches this morning, but I hope Miss Lin and Jinora will be okay. Is there someone looking after Korra?

I'm not sure how long this will last.

Again, I'm very sorry for any inconvenience this might give. [Before she cuts the feed, Tohru gives a deep bow of apology.]

[Sure, usually Yin stares rather blankly at the device and looks almost bored, but this time she's not quite staring at the center of it, as though she's unsure where the center is.]

As I'm unable to be at the Welcome Center, for all of those arriving, Welcome to the City. The Welcome Center is located right across from the fountain. You can seek assistance there.

[And something she's never done before; she speaks to cut the feed.] End post.

[Filtered to Mao and Hei;]

Hei, would you feed Mao? [Yes, she thought of Mao.]

[ There are bruises along her arm as she lifts the device up, dark fingerprints that she should have easily been able to hide. Clary is sitting against the wall of her cell, her hair tangled and her eyes smudged like she's been rubbing at them. Instead of weakness there's something burning inside of her eyes, something fierce. They tried to scare her, but Clarissa Fairchild isn't easily scared. Not when she has blood running through her veins, not when it comes to this. ]

The sandworms took our belongings so they could look at it. [ Her tone doesn't waver, just sits on the edge of angry. Her sketchbook had given her away, the angelic runes that she traced over and over again, the pictures she drew of Ithuriel, Jace lying in the sand. Everything she'd used to work out her pain and now they know she's something else entirely. Because they'd been stopping those with powers just in case. Obviously they think she's part of it.

Now she wishes was. ] You should hide, right now. They just come and they take you and if you don't give them what they want they put you here.

[ Video spanning the cell. ] I was wrong, we shouldn't trust them at all.

( private filter; jace, jem, mae. ) [ Now there's an obvious crack in the steel heart of hers, a hand smudged in dirt trying to push away her hair. ] They took my stele. I can't get out. I tried to scratch a rune with a pencil too but they took that. I ... please don't get caught, okay?

( extra private filter; mae ) Don't let Jace come after me, Mae. I don't know what they'll do.

[Someone is very unhappy about being landed in jail. To her credit, however, she isn't panicking or crying. She knows what she has been charged with and it is ridiculous.]

I can't believe they took my wand. [Though they probably guessed what she would do to them if they didn't.] I guess all isn't lost...

[Scowling, she raises her hand and focuses on the metal bars.] Defodio! [The metal creaks and begins to bend, but it's not enough. She's stuck.]

It was worth a try. [Tucking her hair angrily behind her ears, she takes a seat and opens a book. At least they had allowed her to keep those.]

... [After a moment of staring blankly at the page, she adds:] We need to do something about this. They can't treat us like animals and get away with it.

[Video]

[A rather disheveled and frustrated Chevalier appears over the network. His surroundings have taken a complete reversal of his usual luxurious tastes. In fact, it's clear that Solomon is, like so many others, incarcerated and unable to do a damned thing about it.

He frowns, and pauses to brush off imagined or real filth from his battered clothing. Soon enough he gives up and with a sigh, glances back up to address the network.]

An unfortunate misunderstanding. But really, there was no need for this atrocity. [Anyone who knows him might get that he refers to his clothing, not the circumstances having led him to his current 'residence'.]

For the record, I have no intentions of cooperating any more than I have.

Oh, and Nathan... I may not be home for awhile. [Truly embarrassing. He'll never live this down.] Unless you wish to come fetch me?

[ This expression? It's really dry and unimpressed. He's in the prison. Joy. ]

This city is going mad.

Charlie, are you all right? I'm apparently under suspicion for rebellion or something. It feels familiar.

And Ken?

Any of you others out there.