[It's been over a day now since the event in the tower. A day hardly seems long enough. He's been wanting to say something ever since. He wants to touch everyone and tell them not to let this town win.
He wants to say he's proud of everyone but nobody here really knows him very well, his words would be meaningless. He wants to say their pain will dull with time but that's not true, some wounds never heal, one only learns to live with them and not let that suffering define them.
Really, he decides, there is nothing to say about what happened. He cannot offer comfort in words but maybe he can at least still reach out to people.
The audio starts with the sound of him playing his flute. This time it's not "Lavender's Blue"; it's a long, soft tune from the planet Keltia. It almost sounds like a mixture of cultures created it.
When the tune is over he chuckles, and speaks.]You know, I've been here a few weeks now and I'm not sure I ever really introduced myself. I'm chaos.
I work on a transport freighter in space. My time is in the distant future...
...Hm.
That's odd to say, but it's true. If this place's calendar is to be believed I've traveled almost four thousand years into the past.
[There's a shuffling sound as he adjusts his weight against something.]Other than that, there's not much more to say. I'm not very interesting, I'm afraid...
I'm more interested in knowing more about all of you. What sort of worlds are you all from?
Consider this a chance to just share that sort of information with one another. History, music, art...
Well, anything you think is interesting.
[OOC: To be clear chaos intends this to be a sort of Network mingle to help people connect after the convertpurge.exe event. More astute characters are totally welcome to catch on to that because it's not super subtle, especially in its timing.
Being a mingle chaos may not always respond but he'll always be watching. Everyone is encouraged to tag and threadjack each other at will.]