Unit 1 - Video

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on, showing a black haired man with a very mild look of bewilderment on his face.  Not as much as one might expect from a total newbie, but by this point he's a tad used to waking up in strange places. Thanks Dad. Though really, this doesn't look like what he expected the afterlife to be. He really doesn't feel dead though so he's guessing he's alive.]

Oh so that button is the same...[Oh. Right. Broadcasting. He clears his throat]

I suppose I should go out on a limb and assume that this was not where I was supposed to end up. For one thing, I've been to most of the planets that like to emulate Lost Jerusalem and this does not look at all familiar.   Would someone be kind enough to tell me what is going on here?  Or at least where this place is? I have to admit I am a little lost.

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[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*Probably not as odd as it was for Albedo to hear his brother outright stating worry for him. He's at a loss for words for a moment before he decides that Nigredo's probably just worried about him for Rubedo's sake.*

I'd be more concerned with Rubedo, if I were you. His body won't be as sturdy now, after all. And this place is lacking the nanotreatment you're used to.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

I know that, which is why I've got a few counter measures already in place. [AKA he's making MOMO keep a tight leash on JR when neither of the URTV boys can.]

And don't worry, I will be giving him that lecture too. I just happened to say it to you first.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

And as for you, try not to forget that you don't have Second Miltia backing you up.

*And clearly he's only worried about your endeavors because they would benefit Rubedo.*

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

I earned most of that money myself you know. And like I said, I may not go back into politics.

[A good sleep and he'll have something figured out, he hopes.]

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*He's laughing at you now, little brother. Not that harshly, but he's enjoying your reaction.*

Try not to wait too long to figure something out.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

[Of course you are.]

I know that well Albedo. Now that I have my mind to myself again I can get things back on track soon enough.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

If nothing else, I suppose you could work at a grocery store.

*Clearly teasing now.*

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

[Time to put his food town.]

If that's what it takes to get start up money in this place, fine. I will do what I have to.

[Not that he'd particularly relish working at a grocery store, and the teasing that would come with it, but living off someone's charity was something he only wanted to do once. If he was going to have to start again, he would do it himself.]

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*Well...okay, obviously not going to get a reaction that way. Fine.*

Luckily for all of us, this place is rather accommodating to newcomers. As amusing as it would be, I doubt it will come to that.

...damn lack of edit.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

[He realizes something. There you go Albedo. There's the face you were looking for.]

You're imagining it now, aren't you. Not like you'd look anymore dignified in that type of uniform.

*Pat pat.*

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Perhaps~ And I already have a source of income secured.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

I see. [Well, that's welcome news.] What about Jr.?

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Rubedo has himself sorted out, as well. The two of us even found employment in the same place~

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

[That's a big load off his shoulders. Maybe Jr. making his own money would teach him to be a bit more careful about his stuff.]

Hah, well if you two managed it, I don't foresee myself having much trouble. [While he's glad they've both sorted themselves out, he finds it a tad annoying that once again he's chasing behind them.]

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*Don't think he didn't catch that subtle jab, Nigredo.*

Have fun joining the ranks of those who actually do the physical labor themselves, then.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

Albedo, do you really believe that my job was easy?

[That office may have been fantastically cushy, but Gaignun had earned every last piece of fluff in those pillows. All night paperwork runs, dealing with other powerful leaders, dealing with subordinates who want things done their way and screw the rest of the company. It was a headache.]

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Certainly not, but menial labor is a much different task from running an organization.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

I know it's quite different, you are just making it sound like you think I can't do it.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Who knows? Not everyone's a Jack of All Trades, after all.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

I suppose not, but we shall see, won't we.

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

We shall indeed. But I think I've wasted enough time here. I have things to read, after all.

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

That's one thing I wouldn't want to keep you from doing. Besides, I have things I need to sort out.

[He's tired and verbal fencing with Albedo was a little bit of a headache.]

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

Then I'll be taking my leave.

*And, without waiting for Gaignun to respond, he starts heading back toward the stairs.*

[namedforcat.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I'll see you later. [The answer is soft, and spoke as he turns towards the hotel desk.]

[fractured-white.livejournal.com]

*He spares a brief glance back at his brother, but doesn't say anything else before heading upstairs.*