[Pinoko quietly creeps over to the Vine. She looks curiously at it and gives it a poke, then glances suspiciously left and right, before turning her attention back to the Vine:] Pshhhht! Please keep thish a shecret from Lady Doc, okay?

I wanna make an announchment!

[Alright, leafy megaphone and mirror! She can't help but fluff her hair and strike a pose when she sees her reflection— but very soon, she's back to being serious!

Well, serious with a great big friendly smile, but still.]

Hi, thish is Pinoko! Pinoko was a nurshe back at her Doc's clinic, sho she'll be one here too!

If Doc is being shtingy and refuses to operate on you, jusht ashk Pinoko to make the requesht for you!

Dr. Black Jack charges a whole lot, but he really is the besht in the whole wor— wait, shorry, she. If she's anything like Pinoko's Doc, she's GOT to be at least almost as great to be worthy of the name "Black Jack."

((The rules didn't seem to say anything about two posts in a single day being against the rules, so I hope this is alright. Please tell me if I've made a mistake!))

[The video begins with a woman hovering over a portable machine. Built within a silver suicase, it somewhat resembles this. It hums and beeps at her touch. The screen glows a dark blue colour. Two long, black cables hang out the side. The woman mother hens the device like a fussy parent, checking every last nook and cranny of the case so that those watching can clearly see. Finally, she hits a button and it whirrs to sleep, and she closes the lid.

Her pale blue eye meets the mirror, and she gives it a fierce, accusatory glare. Her hair grey, her cheeks thin, an eye missing, and her body close to starving, she looks like a woman who could have been very beautiful at one point in her life but time has stolen it away.]

Consider yourselves damn lucky there isn't a single scratch on it!

[But there isn't a single mechanical device anywhere! How is she going to charge the generator battery?!]

"Together, we will build-" what a farce! Is this a test? Do you doubt me?! I demand to know the meaning behind these theatrics!

[Like some terrible demon she raises her skeletally thin arms in a powerful gesture. She shouts:]

I am the Living Reaper! I have other clients to attend to - so which of you sent for me?! If you keep me waiting any longer, I promise I will not show you mercy!

[The mirror comes to life to show a pale young woman with long dark hair sitting in a bed of flowers, thin legs splayed awkwardly underneath her. She doesn't not look particularly concerned with her new surroundings, despite the white frock hanging off her skeletal frame marking her as a new arrival.

She's actually petting the vine, smiling at it faintly.]

Hello, again.

[It takes her a moment to get around to actually addressing the rest of the network.]

I would... like to go back, to my house. It's still there? [She thinks about that for a moment longer before she wrinkles her nose.] The meat will be rotten.

[She makes an annoyed little sound. She doesn't like limping around the garden, but she'll need meat...]

Will someone bring food? [Her eyes widen! And she asks eagerly,] Where is Coléo?