[It's rare that he posts on these things, so this cold, abrupt voice may be unfamiliar to you, Siren's Port. However--]

Ahiru. Mytho. I don't know where you idiots are, or why you're not answering your NVs--

Come home. Now.

If anyone has seen them, tell me.

[OOC: I will be slow, so apologies in advance ;;!]

[The feed clicks on to the sound of someone slamming their hands on a desk dramatically. It rolls and lands on its side, showing a skewed video of Ahiru - and Fakir, with his hands on the table]

It's pointless, Ahiru!

[Meanwhile, her hands are planted firmly on her hips as she stares up at him. There's a determined look on her face, and when she ( Read more... )

[The picture turns onto a rather angry looking young man. He’s tan-skinned and with black hair pinned behind him - and upside-down. Currently, he’s glaring down (or up!) into the camera, as if this will accomplish something]

[Luckily for the Network, the Greeter has already handled most of his angry questioning. Right now he just has two pressing ( Read more... )