First Start ☼ video

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[So much for doing a timely introduction. Date's been on the island for nearly a week, explored the streets, been on a dungeon outing, and has only now gotten around to really looking at the new piece of technology he's received. Though he's used it once or twice to check on messages and even called someone, it looks fairly beaten up from how it's been treated. Also, he's having a hell of a time figuring out how to work it. The man hasn't owned a cell phone in a long time and he he hates reading instructions.

Which is why it makes perfect sense that there's nearly a thirty seconds of recording where the camera is pointed up at the hotel ceiling. It finally finds its way back to him, a man who looks like he's in his late twenties. He flashes a smile at the camera.]

Looks like I've decided to stay here until I figure this all out. It seems like a waste of someone's effort if I'd turn and leave. ... besides that, I can't afford it right now. So! My first goal... [He holds up one finger.] ...is to discover what this place has to offer.

I've been here a week and haven't found much to entertain myself with. Some of you have been here for over a month, right? What have you been doing? ... and if I can't find anything to keep my interest, I guess I'm just going to have to keep trying to get through more floors on that place we went the other night. I'll start accepting applications from those of you who want a partner and don't feel you can do it alone.

[Subtle? Never. Date figures he has nothing to lose being perfectly honest. Also, it doesn't look like he's kidding about the application part.]

⚔ 002; [text/action]

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[A; text; morning]

I hope everyone's doing well after all that's happened. Given the current situation, I'd like to offer combat training to those who need it. If there is anything I can do to help in that respect, let me know.

[B; action; late afternoon]

[Lancer had gotten himself a part-time job at a bookstore under the name 'Diarmuid Campbell' some time ago--aside from the obvious need for some source of money, there were things about this era the Grail hadn't seen fit to give him knowledge of. What better location than that to fill in the blanks and be a little less clueless about how to seem like a normal human.]

[Admittedly, the wire-framed glasses he was currently wearing may have been overdoing it. His eyesight was fine and the lenses did basically nothing. But Lancer had assumed two things: gold eyes weren't normal and so perhaps this would make the color a little less obvious. Secondly, someone in glasses might have seemed completely harmless. If there were people like the Master of that deplorable Servant Caster in the city, maybe being a little more subtle for now was the best plan.]

[He walked back in the direction of the hotel with a couple of books under one arm, in civilian clothes and trying to look as unnoticeable as possible. The former Servant felt defenseless without his Noble Phantasms or superhuman abilities, especially knowing someone like that was in the same city at that moment. Though he didn't much like the plan of hiding out until a better option presented itself, as a human in this situation there was little other option.]