[video] you will hear it for yourself, and it will surely fill you with wonder

[nonscriptum]

[As can be expected Nate's film-related framing could be significantly improved - he isn't entirely in line with the feed, but it does enable viewers to see the edge of a jib boom, thick fabric, and the roiling, dark waters behind him. Upon finding a sailboat moored in one of his island's small, rocky coves he commandeered it for the express purpose of old school navigation: no trade or transport, but cartography.

This might be evidenced by the worn pencil he has stuck behind one ear, and the notebook flat, open, in his hand. The other he uses to talk, being a gestural sort of person.]

I know everyone else is doing the whole- y'know, "organizing stuff and travel" thing, which is great! But I've been mapping the area because we're pretty scattered. Not just in terms of area and amenities, but environment. And the lunar cycle feels like it's twice as fast.

[He isn't an astronomer or an astro-physicist, but he's had to find his path by stars before and the passage of time is expedited here in a way that must contribute to the limited extents of high tide and low tide on the islands.]

I'm not sure if there was any life here before we arrived, but if anybody finds any ruins - ones we didn't bring with us - let me know.

[Nate turns briefly, glancing out at something adjacent to him. A shadow in the waves. When he speaks again it is with calculated casualness.]

And, uh...if you see a tall guy in a denim jacket...smoker, Boston accent, answers to "Sam." Tell him I'm looking for him.

video; un: Clyde

[darknstormy]

[ The video shook a little before finally landing on his face. Well, the profile of his face. Seth had turned it on without realizing then stepped away. He glanced back, catching something moving in his peripheral.

Shit.

[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]

If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...

[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]

I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.

[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]

So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.

Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.

[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]

[Video] [Backdated to May 28]

[vocarrah]

[There's a lot of shuffling, scuffling, as Ianchus tries to figure out how to do this exactly. Anyone watching would get some close shots of a knitted brow, or some concentrating, half-grins as he adjusts the camera. Okay, the top of his head is clipped here and he's at the rightmost part of the frame, but close enough.]

Hadriel! Is this working? Is everybody alright? I'm Ianchus Cepheos--I may have met some of you already...!

[And suddenly he has to put his hands over his mouth and laugh. He's not one who usually gets flustered, but talking to what seems to be nobody at all is odd for him.]

Ah, sorry, sorry! I'm not used to this at all. But! I wanted to let everybody know that I'm located on the island that holds the orchard and the hot springs. If you're here too, you're welcome to come to my home in the Love housing.

[And his voice grows a little more serious.]

These waters don't look to be the kindest--quite cold--but if anybody would like to learn to swim, I can oblige. I can also offer myself as a fairly competent seaman, though there don't seem to be any ships nor boats around. [He rubs his lower lip in thought.] I have never been involved in shipwrightery, but I can learn quickly. Or improvise.

To reiterate! Please let me know if I can do anything for you, on the island or off!

[Hesitation, and then...]

Oh, and. If anyone know where the Speakeasy went to, please let me know that, as well.


[Ianchus moves to turn off the phone, and...fails miserably. You are treated to his humming and shuffling in the background during his nightly routine until the damn thing runs out of battery.]