[It's that time again! Newcomer, ahoy, and this one's confused face is partially obscured by the first cat she could catch and cuddle, after getting some less than satisfactory answers and explanations out of the creatures.]

Ahem. Hello, everyone... if there are others here, of course, which I would assume there are. I'm sort of new here and I have a few questions. Namely, well, if we didn't properly arrange to come here, or give notice at home, is there any way to send word back for anyone who might be looking for us? I don't mind visiting other people's houses, of course, but I'm sort of expected back at work in the morning.

[She fidgets with her hair awkwardly, then gives the vine a smile.] Thank you, if you can help.

 [First thing in the feed is a finger. Just that. The tip of a nail poking the screen curiously.]

Oooo. This is so...odd. But interesting. I'd like to meet this architect. 

[The finger pulls away to reveal...a semi-transparent woman floating in midair, her hair floating about as if she was underwater.] Oh, can you see me now? Hello! 

How strange this world seems to be. So very different from Gensokyo, but at the same time I think it has the same homey feel to it. [She giggles.] Tell me, does anyone watching this recognize that name? 

[She seems to think about this for a minute.] And if someone could inform me of a place to get food, that would be appreciated as well. [Priorities: Yuyuko has them.]

[The vine makes a half-hearted go at forming the mirror, but it never actually manages to give a visual projection, and the audio is weak as well. What comes through, however, is the sound of someone crying. The noise is odd all on its own, dry and breathless, but unmistakable in the way it whines in the back of Zinc's throat.

She hasn't been able to get the vine to respond to her for days, and she does not handle isolation very well.]

Gavril. [Another whining sob.] Gavril, you must come.

The vine won't... listen. It's too quiet.

I don't want to be alone.



[[ooc; Open to all, both on the vine and in action, if you want. I am also still tagging that other post faithfully, if you're still interested in Vitalia's plants!]]

[When the mirror opens up, it looks as though it's recording through a fog. Lambda can be made out through the haze, the red optic in her visor glowing faintly, along with her sleeping pet cradled in her arms. It's a little harder to make out her surroundings, but if one tries hard enough they'll be able to see she seems to be near the outskirts of the Viridian Pavilion. When Lambda speaks, her voice is muffled and faintly tinny-sounding.]

A number of strange auditory patterns have been detected over a period of approximately the past 36 hours. I am unable to identify their source. However, running system diagnostics returns no errors.

[Her mouth twitches slightly. Could she be frowning?]

Additionally, attempting to navigate the Gardens has yielded a number of special anomalies. Attempting to perform a special transfer through the use of relative coordinates has been unsuccessful.

[In other words... She's lost.]