Hey, hey, check it out!

*the video screen is showing the inside of Kazumi's room. She moves aside to let the video show four of those 'robots' crowded around her Playstation 3 console, playing a video game against each other*

It took a bit to stop them from trying to take it apart instead of just playing it, but ... pretty cool, huh?

...

They're still not that good at games in general... but they are new at it, after all.

[Bianca leans in to look at the mirror, obviously uncertain and a little nervous.] It works just like this, right?

Um... Hello? My name is Bianca, from Nuvema Town. I think... I think I might be lost. I was supposed to go to Driftveil City, I hadn't heard of any gardens on the way there. I'm really flattered that the Queen invited me though, that's really nice of her! But, uh, how long does she want me to stay here?

[Suddenly one of the little robots goes whizzing past over Bianca's head, making her scream and duck, though she quickly straightens back up to stare at the robot as it flies away.] What was- I've never seen a Pokemon like that before! Wow...

-If you hear a scream, odds are you're naturally inclined to investigate it. Especially if you recognize it as Dizzy's voice. Unfortunately, upon getting closer, you realize that something is very... not right.

The machine had just been messing around. It had meant Dizzy no harm. Dizzy KNEW it hadn't. But that did not matter. Necro saw a threat. And it resonded with absolute prejudice. Tendrils of darkness had lashed out, grabbing the machine person. It was ripped apart in another motion, its pieces scattering to the ground below. Which of course alerted its kin.

They marched down on Dizzy's position, and both her wings transformed to defend her. Spikes of ice, torrents of flame, bolts of thunder, they tossed everything into the metal men, destroying them with extraordinary violence. Dizzy could only look on, horrified by what her own body was doing. Blades, magic, and all sorts of destructive power would likely draw the attention of anyone.-

Please! Stop! Don't hurt them!

-Pleading in futility, Dizzy's wings continued to attack the robots. The ground was littered with scattered scrap and oil. It was a massacre.-

[[ ANY APPROACHING CHARACTER NEEDS TO READ THIS BEFORE DOING ANYTHING!! I need to know what I'm allowed and not allowed to inflict on your character while Dizzy's defense systems are active. ]]

[ Kanako was walking around, it was like she went to heaven. This place looked like it belonged to someone rich. The gardens at school seemed pretty dull compared to everything. She was busy taking everything in with a aw struck face. ]

I can't believe a place like this exists, wait ….

Maybe this is just a daydream, Mariya must have set this up in order to fool me again! I can't even have a moment of happiness to my self anymore.

[A robot flew past her, in a panic she jumped back a little, this seemed a little to real to be a dream]

You can cut the joke now Mariya, there's no way you would spend this much time to scare me with some fake robots....

[Marian is wreaking havoc on the robots; the sword she wields is massive, requiring two hands to even lift, but she handles it with ease, light on her feet. Pausing for a moment to flick her hair out of her eyes, she spots the Vine and grins]

You know, this is a great deal more pleasant when you don't have to deal with blood. Or entrails. Or giant spiders. If nothing else, there's a far smaller chance of slipping on something nasty. [She spots some more robots approaching, and quickly deals with them]

Anyone need a hand? Or are you all deceptively tiny killing machines like that little blonde one? Either way, I'm a lady on my lonesome, right now. Let me know!

[Tsukasa had never been one to hurt a living , or in this case artificial, thing and is doing her best to avoid having to resort to violence against the various mechanical beings that have invaded the little corner of the garden that the youth typically rested in when stressed from dealing with Pixie's ridicules demands or stressing over personal issues.

Of course the alternative to violence is typically talking out ones differences a tactic that had worked on some demons and thus  ,Tsukasa figured, would do for the moment's issues as well. Right now, she has one of the mechanical constructs sitting beside her on the grassy earth speaking with her and the small zoo of critters that usually keep the would-be Queen of Bel company.]

See? I knew we could work all this out if we just sat down and talked about! 

[Standing in front of her reduced version of Shinra Headquarters, which replicates several floors of the huge building from the city of Midgar, Sephiroth is facing a number of the robots that are rampaging through the gardens.

A six foot katana is in her hands, the weapon roughly as tall as she is. Unperturbed, her battle stance is relaxed. When she swings her sword, it does not touch any of her mechanical opponents, as a great deal of distance still separates her from them, but the sword is bright, and a narrow beam of energy bursts from the blade. Pale blue in color, it slices through the air like a second sword, made of light. It cleaves the metal bodies of the robots instantly and effortlessly before dissipating. It is so precise, it seems likely that Sephiroth's own will controls it.

Her technique is neat and effective, cutting a wide swath through the approaching machines. When more robots advance, she repeats the process. Her green eyes glow brightly.

She must be aware that the Vine has started recording, for she speaks.]

These adversaries present no real challenge.

If any of you are in need of assistance, please respond. I am willing and able to provide you with support.

[ When the device turns on--it only shows the sky for a moment, before it turns to a close up of a young girl's face--

Slowly, it lights up, Madoka smiling a little. ] --It's working--! I almost didn't think I--

[ She pauses, her brows furrowing. ] A... Ah--excuse me, but...

... My name is Madoka Kaname. This place--It's very beautiful, but I think there's been a mistake. It's very important that i get home.

And... Uhm... I'd like my clothes back, too. I'm sorry for being so troublesome--

[ She bows towards the device ]

Thank you very much!

[ The robots are making a mess of everything in Spain's corner of the Arena, and the nation is not going to stand there and watch them. No sirree. ]

Oy, don't destroy that- Hey, that's my last clean bowl! ¡Ay, mi dios!

[ She wrestles with some of the robots when they start breaking her pots and pans, waving her wooden spoon about in exasperation as she starts cursing in Spanish under her breath, stopping when they stopped. Good, now to try and talk sense into them, or so she hopes. ]

Now all of you listen here, I do not tolerate this! [ waves her spoon around, just to prove her point. ] No wreaking havoc upon my kitchen unless you're willing to clean it up!

[ She sighs in relief when some of them seem to understand what she said, smiling as she stands with arms akimbo. ]

All of you don't seem to be evil... what do you say, help me clean up the mess you created?

[Feed shows Ash blond hair and a bright soft blue eye before she stands up and blinks. A contented cat purring loudly in her arms as she scratches behind it's ear]

Oh, so it's like a video call? What a strange plant...

[Moves closer and gives a bit of a strained smile]

Does anyone know where I am or... what this vine is? Oh, and I have your cats, they're very friendly. I assume they belong to someone? I don't know how this works but if anyone can get back to me it would be great...

...Or explain where my pants went?

[ America turns the vine on and winks at the mirror. Her face is a little dirty, but nothing too bad. She glances away, though, and steps back to send a robot flying with a swing of her bat. Prussia can be seen in the background fighting a group of them off. ]

Hey guys! [ She wipes sweat from her forehead. ] As you can see, the heroine and her backup--I mean mentor are working hard against these guys!

Does anyone need any protection? We'll fight off all of 'em! [ At least America's strength and energy can keep her going for a while. ] We can keep you nice and safe.

And tell me how you're doing, OK? I'm not worried or anything, but the heroine needs to know these things!

[She was walking around, exploring the place, and touched the vines curiously - and the combination of scroll and pen that resulted from her investigating touch was quite obvious. While the whole thing is very strange, she has been walking around for a while. Maybe she will be able to get some explanations this way.]

Dear sir or madam, good afternoon.

I hope this letter finds you well. Please explain my location, yourself, the iron pet bird, and return me home immediately. Sisters, if you read this, report.

Best regards,

Bengta Oxenstierna.