[voice] Private to squad 10 (backdated to the 18th)

[hot_mes]

[PRIVATE TO: Barry Bluejeans, Malkus Iverwelling, Napstablook, Sansa Stark]

Oi. You guys.

[he hasn't talked to any of them yet, because even having people he genuinely cares for and considers his crew, Law is a loner and doesn't "hang out." Not without a purpose, and after talking to Atem, he has that purpose.]

I know it's late, but if you guys want to meet me in the speakeasy, I've got an idea. I think we'd be useful to Hope. But I don't want to talk about it over the phone in case it's being tapped by the Null.

I mean, if you just want to get a drink, too... [trailing off shyly]

[ACTION: Law will be where he said, late that night, nursing a drink and waiting for friends.]

video;

[theflea]

[ She's been here for, well, almost a whole month now and this is possibly the first time some of you will have seen her!

Eleven has been keeping herself to herself. Trying to work out where she is, what's safe to eat and most importantly, how to use this phone device?

Switching the feed, Eleven's sat there in her gaudish shiny pink squad jacket (she's keeping it by the way! It's kinda cute plus it's warm!) It should be no surprise to anyone that tried to get to know her, to see that she's somewhere outside in the open, away from everyone and everything. The phone is floating as it broadcasts her, sitting there, crossed legged staring at the camera. ]

Can't find friends.

[ She shakes her head a little, a sad expression very clear on her face. ]

I've looked... Can't reach outside of cave...

[ A long moments pause as she took a slow look around. Never having been one for confined spaces, so this cave felt like it was closing in around her half the time. ]

Bad people are here. Everyone hurts. I don't want to hurt... Can I go now?

(Video)

[handofsilver]

(He is deep within one of the adjoining caverns, holding a lamp aloft. It's totally understandable if you have never seen anything quite like it. He is a crafty Elf.)

No one seems to have a thirst for mining ore. Is it an uncommon practice in other worlds?

(He sets down the lamp and lifts up a pick-axe, bringing it against the rock wall in a precise manner. The stone gives away, cracking and revealing something that...shimmers...underneath. He runs his hand over it, curious.)

Some call this a hellish land - and perhaps that is so - but we are within this planet's womb. I should like to see what treasures can be unveiled.