1st Plan; accidental video + text
[It's the time of the month for footage of newcomers staring confusedly into their NVs: have one more. He's sixteen-ish, wearing light armor that's seen better days and hook swords strapped to his back. He's looking tired and pallid: the Pull brought him in at night so he's feeling less-than-stellar, and he's been on the run till daybreak. Now he's perched in someone's rooftop garden, finally able to take a break enough to check out this strange item on his person. He's scribbling into his NV with its little stylus. A small text box shows up beneath the recording of his face - it seems the machine is taking a moment to translate the text into its typical English, since at first he's just writing characters with no word in mind. The scrawl of his handwriting seems to be at a child's level, say second or third grade at the most.]
A ANG AO B
JET
! . ?
[After a moment, the text box disappears and returns to video. Jet shakes his head, and plucks a long blade of grass from a clay pot nearby him, popping it in his mouth. He makes a very distinct 'ew' face and sighs a little, setting the NV down and leaning back on the concrete wall behind him, staring up at the sky. He speaks with the grass still in his mouth, clearly not expecting a reply.]
Why is it winter...?
A ANG AO B
JET
! . ?
[After a moment, the text box disappears and returns to video. Jet shakes his head, and plucks a long blade of grass from a clay pot nearby him, popping it in his mouth. He makes a very distinct 'ew' face and sighs a little, setting the NV down and leaning back on the concrete wall behind him, staring up at the sky. He speaks with the grass still in his mouth, clearly not expecting a reply.]
Why is it winter...?