[ the camera flicks on mid-clatter in an obvious collision with the ground, and the audio is now mostly the rustling of cloth and soft click of heels, until someone pulls the camera up off the floor, the video feed spinning dizzily in their hands as they brings it around to face them. Belgium is younger now than she was last time anyone saw her, clearly in her teens, a frown on her pretty face, but she at least seems like she knows what she's doing with the device. ]

Has anyone seen a boy what looks like he's gone and rolled through a vegetable patch? Or an unbreeched baby with a cowlick? Or else even a big old soldier with a scar roundabouts here —? [ she gestures across her forehead... ] Prob'ly out causin' trouble, if I know any of 'em... Bro, if you break anything —!!

[ she shakes the camera, presumably in warning, unintentionally switching it off. ]

( Since she couldn't find food in her apartment (what is that loud box thing? clearly it doesn't hold food), little bitty Belarus was out on the streets, trying to find food for herself. She's very hungry, okay.

Clearly, her little excursion outside was successful, since she's managed to find her way back, and managed to knock the computer on with her chubby little hands. She doesn't seem to trust the sandwich she has in her hand as proper food, but she's munching on it all the same. (Basically, she went outside and stole someone's food. Have fun if that's yours.) )

This place is stranger than I previously thought. I am beginning to think the amnesia problem is not just affecting people who leave. There seems to be a lot of it going on right now. Along with some stranger circumstances. Is anyone here still themselves? 

Speaking of which. Oi. Coworkers. Mind filling me in on why you left me in the dark on the whole 'used to work here' thing? 

If you check in downtown, it looks like they have temporary housing assignments for everyone, so you don't need to worry about where to stay.

You should still be careful, though.  Some of the places are booby-trapped.

Where am I? How did I get here? I can't remembe


Has anyone seen two children? A girl with dark hair and a boy with light, the girl's older.

I just don't understand how this could have happened.

[The gruff voice is unmistakeably Shinjiro's, but it sounds lighter, and might be almost unrecognizable at first because of how cheerful and energetic he sounds.]

Hey, island!  I don't know where the Hell I am and I'm not sure I believe half the things you lunatics have been saying are for real, but that doesn't matter at the moment!  I'm lookin for a well-dressed third-year girl with red hair and a cool, take-charge attitude; and a white-haired skinny guy the same age with bandages on his face who doesn't really know how to deal with people!  Anybody seen 'em?  'Cause I gotta get out of here -- there's something important waiting for me back home -- but if they're here too, I'm not about to leave them.

HEY AKI!  'SURU!  YOU GUYS AROUND HERE ANYWHERE?

There are a lot more kids here than I remember. All of them small and harmless and missing their parents.. It's awful.

I was really hoping for a fight.

But I guess a massacre passes time just the same! Seems boring but.. we all make sacrifices.