compnetwork | Backdated to May 13, VIDEO

[It's taken the better part of the day for Alex to get his bearings and settle into the cramped lodgings that have been provided for his use. The place is a far cry from the one he used to have, it makes him quite glad he never had many belongings. Fitting things in here would be a nightmare.

He's examining the one object he did receive rather dully, slowly turning the clear container around in his hands and eying the powder inside as it shifts about. An inconsequential piece of junk for most people but for him it's going to be a constant reminder of the past. More immediately it's reminded him there's something he needs to ask this new madhouse, boy won't this be fun.]

So, this clearly isn't another F3. Not sure if I should be relieved or not about that, guess I'll reserve my judgement for the time being. I've still got questions though, very important questions.

First off, are there any others here from the Facility? You can't miss them, gaudy collars, no survival instincts, most probably suffering from some form of post-traumatic stress. I'm actually looking for someone specific out of any that might be here... but if she is here, knowing her she'll be breaking down my door the second she sees this. [That thought brings a flicker of a smile, but it instantly dies away when he considers that she might not be here. He shakes his head and pushes that prospect to the back of his mind, it's not something he wants to dwell on right now.]

Secondly, if anyone recognizes me at all it'd probably be better for everyone involved if you just spoke up now. I'd really hate to find out about that second hand, it could lead to all sorts of unpleasantness.

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[ It's like a shotgun blast through the dead of night to hear his voice. That voice can only belong to one person. That face can only belong to one person. He's . . . yes, that's him, no mistaking it. Unless it's a trick. Maybe it's just someone else? But he's talking about that place, those people, those stupid collars. She has half a mind to yell at him, to scream at him for making her worry so long, and maybe even run to where he is and beat down the door like he's suggested.

But she can't. She can't bring herself to say anything or do anything just short of letting her mouth hang open. Her voice is just a step above a whisper, small and just bordering on pitifully weak. ]

Where are you?

[Naminé waves a little slowly. She recognizes him, of course, but not having talked with him extensively back at Facility (and more going on rumor of what he was like), she's not quite sure how to respond to his post.]

I'm Naminé from Facility. Some others from Facility are here too.

[A robot appears on camera.]

There's already plenty of things to worry about in this place, you think you could do without the threats?

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