Video;

[badend_replay]

 [ Rika has played this game before. She's rolled the dice and left one world to go to another. Or at least, Furude Rika has. But she isn't that girl. She's her copy. A data copy, reflecting the thoughts and memories of one set of collected memories. A data copy who had settled down once and for all in a world all her own. So when she opens her eyes and finds herself stepping out of a bizarre dream, this Rika is actually mildly surprised. The modern cityscape is so strange to a girl from the 1950s and even her memories of Okinomiya compare to this place.

After walking around in a confused daze for a brief amount of time, Rika observes another person using their communication device. After a bit of trial and error, Rika figures out how to use her own watch. ]

Mii. Big Brothers? Rena? Mion? Are any of you there? [ She tests the waters in her "Furude Rika voice". While Rika may technically be sixteen years old now, her appearance does not entirely reflect that. So she is still comfortable pulling up bits of her twelve year old persona. This means sounding cutesy and innocent, even when her inner thoughts are coated in sarcasm and pessimism. ] Excuse me? Might I ask someone to better explain my situation? I seem to have become lost. What direction is Mayfield? My home is very close by, so I will be able to find my way from there. And I really should not be late for supper, or certain people may attempt cooking and "crackle crackle gooo"  burn down the entire neighborhood. I rather like my new neighborhood.

001

[phantom_envoy]

[action, all Hinoto-Ri]
[Throughout the streets of Hinoto-Ri this morning, a strange phenomenon manifests itself for a good hour or two. A girl in a bizarre white costume ensemble darts and zips up and down the streets like a gigantic dove in flight, heedless of anyone or anything in her way... Although 'heedless' might be a bit of an understatement. The vast majority of the time, she flits straight through the obstruction in her past, slipping past as insubstantially as a ghost and occasionally offering apologies on the way.]

Whoops! 'Scuse me, pardon me... Totally didn't see you there. Oh, geez, I swear, food tastes totally the same afterwards; you don't have to worry about it at all. ...Well, let's be honest here, you probably didn't want that junk going down your gut, any - whoa! Watch the purse, lady. Hey, I practically did you a favor.

[Eventually, she'll slow down long enough to drift slightly closer to the ground and perform a dramatic 360 in mid-air.]

Wow. I am definitely not in Kansas anymore. ...Not that I've ever been to Kansas in the first place although I think that's where Superboy comes from, but this totally isn't Kansas, either.  ...Not enough farms.

[video, public]
[The feed flickers on to reveal a girl in a strange costume with an expression of resignation.]

Alright, ahem, listen up, fair citizens of... Prehistoria!  Here's the deal.  My name is Phantom Girl, I'm from the 31st century - yes, that's three-one - and I don't really have time to wander around some retro Asian city.  ....Wait, this is 'Asia', right?  I've only ever seen a place like this in a history book.  It is kind of cool to be back in prehistoric times again, but that's what the Time Bubble is for, and we don't use it for vacations.  And, no offense, but I wouldn't take a vacation here, anyway.  It's kind of... cramped for me.

So I hear you've got some problems that need fixing.  Spill the details, I'll take care of it, and then I'll be back to my time, if you all don't mind.  I'm sure you're all very nice people, and I know whatever you're going through must be super hard, but... I've got like, whole planets I need to be looking out for here.  Cities are great, but I'm pretty sure Takron-Galtos is having like, the 6th breakout in as many months, so... yeah. 

OK, so!  Problem number one, go.

01 [Video/Action]

[needlefingers]

[There are a million things wrong here, and Chromedome finds himself thinking of every single one of them. Was he kidnapped? Is his hallucinating? Perhaps he's been captured and having his mind messed with... though he's been paying attention to the little details, and they don't fit in with any mnemosurgery he knows. Yes, he's panicking just a lot little, but he manages to keep it to himself. For now.

He gathers that he's in some sort of organic colony, which is strange in itself. Still, he knows better than to run around where easily excitable organics can see him. Trying to duck behind buildings and stay out of sight is a hard thing when you're twenty-something feet tall. Eventually he gives up on that and figures out how to work this odd network device.

Casual as ever, he leans casually against a building and speaks as casually as he casually can.]

Hello! I'm Chromedome, I seem to have lost the ship I'm on and everyone on it. Any help retrieving them will be rewarded with hugs and friendship. So if anyone from the Lost Light is here I'd definitely like to hear your voice right about now.

Oh, and questions like "Where am I," and "What am I doing here" should probably be answered. As a general rule, it's never a good thing when you have to ask those questions.

One final thing: Yes, I am a giant robot. Nice to meet you.