[ Alright, she's going to make this short and sweet (by Vriska's standards) and remarkably, not take a second to complain about the whole situation. In fact, things might be looking up for her; after all, she's not stuck in a dream bubble anymore.

Vriska's already taken a moment to assess the damage and the possibilities of her being here, and for the sake of her image only she's going to pretend she understands everything that happened. Luckily for her reputation she's already investigated the network before testing it out. ]

( cut for homestuck text. )

(ooc: permissions post here! )

[GREETINGS, NETWORK. Some loser's got his coke-bottle lenses way too close to the camera. Back up, bro, you're fogging the screen, and that is gross.

Turns out he's just trying to make the device stay upright. After a few moments, success! Wheatley (who looks extremely nervous) takes a step away, hovering over the communicator as if he expects it to fall, like it did the past seventeen times.

He is not wearing any clothes.]

Hello! If anyone is there and I'm not just--not just talking to this little black box, which, by the way, could stand to be a little clearer in the "what does this button do" department...

Not that I had any trouble figuring it out. Fiddled around for a bit, and boom, there we go, video feed on. Not a problem. But, you know. Instructions. Just in case anyone's a little...technologically impaired. Couldn't hurt.

[Wait. Where was he?]

Right! Uh…show of hands, if you would, seeing as we've all got hands now. Who's an AI? That's Artificial Intelligence for the aforementioned technologically impaired. Robots count too, I am also a robot.

And--and I know what you humans are thinking; Wheatley, you're not a robot, you're squishy and inefficient just like the rest of us but that, humans, is where you're wrong. One hundred percent robot, right here, just as soon as I get my body back.

Point is, if you see someone in an orange jumpsuit or...or a lab coat, maybe hear them talking about Science or Apertures, or some combination of the two…go ahead and let them know that Wheatley's looking for them and also that...it is important.

[A small pause as he fidgets, suddenly looking that much more uncomfortable.]

Actually. Don't tell them that. Tell me, instead! If--if you meet anyone with that description and. I will go. Find them.

It doesn't seem like any of us know just where we are or how we've ended up here.

[a soft breath, and then:]

Would anyone be interested in exploring this place with me? I need to see if some friends of mine are here.

[she's hoping against hope at this point, but.]

And if you don't... is there any way I can be of assistance?

I'd like to help if I can.

[She's used to this, following orders and directions, and even if her head is still a bit fuzzy, she knows how to do that much. She's already slid into her crewman's uniform without question. Blue-eyed with orange-dyed hair, she looks a little bit like she's ready for Halloween in this getup, but whatever.]

Thumos here, student ID 44932. Uh, any sisters who are out there should ping me, because this is really not cool. Sparrows should warn us before she starts piling this shit on to everybody.... Keyboard? Orchid? Thundersnow?

[She keeps spewing names, waiting for an answer that's never going to come. She stares at the comm a moment longer before she takes a deep breath. She sets the phone down and takes a pistol from its holster instead, checks it over to make sure it's loaded and ready. Ka-chink.]

All right then.


[[ooc; brb going to sleep, but I was excited about the ooopppeeennniiiiiing.]]