[ After a day and a half of complete radio silence, Angel and Rhys are back. If anyone was worried about a potential repeat of the whole kidnapping incident, it looks like those worries were unfounded - they both look happy, healthy (ish), and maybe even a little smug. Angel's wearing a flower crown, man, that's about as un-distressed as it's possible to get.

And, you know. Rhys is singing and dancing in the background with Dumpy. That's also a pretty good indicator that they're doing okay. Angel beams at the feed before speaking, clearly EXCITED AS ALL HECKIE: ]

She's a woman! The administrator spoke to us, with her voice, and she's a woman! She didn't even sound robotic - which doesn't mean she isn't an AI, of course, but ones that can imitate human cadence and tone in their speech tend to be more human in other ways, too. As in they tend to have feelings and emotions! So even if she isn't human, she's definitely a person. And a woman! We called it!

[ She pauses, shooting an excited look back at Rhys. Her brief silence makes it a lot easier to hear what he's singing - this, for anyone who might recognise it. He sings pretty well! It just sucks that Dumpy's enthusiastic screaming is drowning out a lot of it. Angel snorts, looking back at the tablet. ]

Um, yes. What... what they said. And now we know she's a person, I think... I mean, I'm pretty sure that she needs rescuing even more than we do. Right?

A while ago, I posited the idea that there are people here who come from similar, but different worlds. Ones where the same people exist, but different events took place.

[He breathes in.]

It's been a while since I last discussed it-- since then, several people have vanished; died. I think it's an important thing to keep in mind regardless.

We've all had to accept the concept of other worlds, being brought here, which brings me to my point:

So far all we've seen is the hollowed out remains of a town. Something powerful had to have brought all of us here, something we're currently missing.

It's probably more interesting that figuring out what the hell could cause splits in timelines at any rate. Has anyone found anything on one of those cards?

This is for Stephanie primarily, but I'm leaving it open for anyone else who wants to see.
I'm sharing it in hopes of finding someone interested in helping me the next time I go ghost hunting at the school.

[What follows are three days' worth of notes into what Shiro has been doing in the school.]

If anyone has experienced anything similar to that, Please let me know.

[Steve clears his throat, then gives the camera a tiny, awkward smile.]

Hey, everyone. For those of you who are new, hi, how are ya. I'm Captain Steve Rogers, formerly U.S. Army. Hopefully you've all had a proper introduction but if you have any questions or need help with anything else, feel free to add me as another resource, I promise I'll do what I can.

[He clears his throat again.]

Anyway, the main reason I'm on here is I have a few useful goods I'm hoping to pass along. First off, most importantly: I have a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and raincoat, all child-size. Uh, human child-size—here.

[Steve leans over to grab one item, and the next, and then the next, turning his tablet so the items can be seen.]

So I'm thinking Frisk, or Quark... or, I think I saw we've got a new kid? Or anyone else small enough to fit, who needs some warm and dry things in your size. Lemme know, we'll work out some way to get the clothes to you.

Secondly— [Steve holds up a novel-sized book, entitled "The Wizard and the Frog"] —I picked this up a little while ago, I'm done reading it now. It's diverting enough, if you like fantasy. Pretty funny, actually. If anyone else wants to read it, lemme know, otherwise I'll put it in a cupboard somewhere well-traveled, or something.

Finally— [He holds up a hairclip with a bright pink flower on it.] —I gotta admit I'm kinda thinking Ginger in particular needs this. Let's figure out how to touch bases, yeah? And if you don't want it, I'm sure we can find another taker. [Steve smiles a little.]

Anyway, if it helps to know where I'm at—I'm up in the northwest corner of town, that house with the multi-colored interior just south of the big park. I tend to go to the school and athletic shed pretty often, and can be in the vicinity of any of the houses north, west, or south of the school pretty easy if you wanna meet up or have me leave something for you.

[Steve scratches absently at his now 23-day-old beard.]

That's it, really. Just wanted to see if there's folks need or want any of this stuff.

...Take care of yourselves, Norfinbury. Stay warm tonight.

[Steve flickers another smile at the camera, then ends the feed.]