ＭＯＲＮＩＮＧ. ＶＩＤＥＯ.
( it takes a bit after waking to find his tablet, stowed close to him after he stumbles free from the odd table and bag he awoke in. he's incredibly uneasy and his expression might even be closed to panicked as he tries to communicate. )

Is anyone— Baelfire, Tinker Bell, are you still out there? I'm...

( not dead. yes, so it was hinted at a few times before he froze in the bitter cold, he still hadn't really believed it, and now here he is. he doesn't know what to think, but he feels very uneasy about it.

the camera turns away from him, showing the morgue, though not in as much detail as the pirate himself can see. )

There's so many here.

( has this place really claimed all these lives? or are they going to wake, just like him?

either way, Hook probably isn't going to stay long... though he might be able to look for a name on the way out, if he's caught before he leaves. )
ＥＶＥＮＩＮＧ. ＡＣＴＩＯＮ.
( he's feeling better than he managed before he died. what kind of irony is that? slept like the dead, apparently, and that's put him in more of a working order... yet, all the same, he still doesn't try to travel too far. he's going to survive and make it back to the school, try to find his group again, hopefully without any casualties this time.

yes, he knows death might not stick, but all those bodies in the place he awoke? no, he doesn't feel particularly confident that he can escape that fate twice. so instead he's off, found a place to stay the night, at least for now. he's poking around inside when the door opens, and he twists away from the very odd garden he was giving a once over to see who it is.

the face is familiar, and he frowns before finding the name that matches the face. ) Clarke, isn't it?

[ He'd been pretty quiet the day before. And honestly, he might have stayed that way today as well. Hasn't been in a talking mood and that says a lot for Zack.

But admittedly, this is getting a bit frustrating and his grumping belly isn't exactly helping matters. ] so anyone know how you get into the school? I haven't found a door yet from this side.

I'm on the side by that art studio if that helps any. [ There's nothing else for a while. Anything immediate just... He just doesn't want to talk about it. ]

found a photo too. the other day. don't know how much it'll help but.

[ It takes him a moment to fiddle with his tablet. Eventually-- oh, look. Video from his end although you can only see a gloved hand clutching to the photograph of a young lady in a cap and gown. It's black and white. The voice that follows is definitely that of a young adult. Male. Light if a bit clipped. ]

Got a paintbrush, too, if that's anyone's thing. I was just gonna use it for kindling otherwise. Guess you'd probably need paint, too, but... [ Not matter how sideways the thought, really, he gets wanting a distraction at this point. All too much. ]

Characters: Alphonse Elric, Stephanie Brown, Tadashi Hamada, Mami Tomoe, Freya Crescent, and Edward Elric
Location The convenience store in square P3
Date: Day 016, morning
Summary: More people joining the Katamari team of losers.
Warnings: None currently.

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[ certainly it's possible -- probable, even -- that klaus has been more miserable a time or two in his long, arduous life; when he was driven suicidal by hallucinations for over fifty-two years, for instance. much like then, he's also filled with rage for his present circumstances.

if he had a lick of his former abilities and power... but even so, he knows there is no target to aim his wrath, no outlet for the gut-eating worry for the daughter he's been torn from again, no recourse besides survival and calculations, not yet.

there is only this: the frustration and debasement of scavenging through ruins, the maddening chill he feels down into his bones, and the erosion of his strength from stress and cold the likes of which he's never known, even as a human.

he's tired; exhausted might be more apt, but he has persevered thus far. he intends to continue. so here he is, seated in some nondescript house. ]

Clearly we're all in need of a better map of this place. We can inquire after food, direction, and anecdotes [ feel free to detect his dark amusement at that ] on this network all we like, but I have my doubts any good will come of such a system without structure.

I propose a collaboration of information. I happen to know a thing or two about cartography. If everyone would be so kind to tell me where you've been and what you've seen, perhaps send over whatever crude drawings you've made, I can ensure you will be grateful.

My name is Klaus. [ though lbr he needs no introduction. ] Any recognition, by the way, isn't incidental; I was here some time ago, before my apparent death. [ such an ominous thing to say when it's preceding a polite: ] Pleasure to meet you all.