[Red Alert wakes up on her back and stares blearily at the sky above. Something feels both wrong and familiar, but she can't put a finger on it. Her hand knocks against the communicator, inadvertently turning it on. Part of her notes that it's filming, but she ignores it while she slowly sits up and rubs the side of her face with her good hand.

What's... going on?

Memories tug at her and she experiences another moment of confusion and deja vu. The Haven, the Firstforged... she remembers it. Sort of. Automatically she does a full-system scan, and notes that her navigation and chronological systems were both offline. That was odd... and worrisome.

Finally deciding to devote her attention to the communicator, she leans over and picks it up, pulling herself to her feet while she was at it. She doesn't talk right away, choosing instead to glance around and note that she was definitely not in the Haven. There's a little bit of static, but otherwise she's understandable.]

This is [*zssstttttt*] of Cyberton can anyone read me? My location is unknown, but I seem to be outside of the [*sssssssttttt*]. Requesting aid immediately. I repeat, I am Medical Officer Red Alert and I request aid.

If there are any members of Team Athenia around, please respond.

[McCoy stands before the link holding a small pile of blankets. He looks mildly annoyed. He looks normal.]

So, is this technicolor dream tattoo going to be a constant thing, or is this uncommon? Seems not many people know the answer.

Anyway, that aside - I found a few blankets out in the Junkpile. Three total. If you need a blanket and you're under the age of eighteen, let me know. [Sorry, guys - kids come first.]

Speaking of which: Kay, Miko, Lyra, Ventus, Raf, Sari, Jack, Cody, and any of you youngsters I might have missed - how are you all holding up? Are you doing alright? Any of you feeling down or ill?

( [Locked to Solus] )

[Guess who's back and pissed off and probably going to end up shooting someone by the end of all this?

This furball right here.]

What the fark happened????

[He's glaring at the screen, ears pressed flat to his head as his tail snaps about behind him, paws on his laser pistols.

See? He's itching to shoot something.]

I died? Who the fark did it?!