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[All right, Sarah tells herself, you can do this. And even more, you need to do this. It's starting to get noticeable.

So just type. You don't have to look at anyone that way, and you won't have to let them see you, and they won't have to listen to your 'um's.

Suiting action to thought, Sarah starts her message. Those reading it in real-time will notice frequent pauses and a few backtrackings.]


Hi.

I know some of you don't like to see this kind of thing on here, but I don't know where else to ask.

How do you pick a hair dye? Because I need it and I'm not sure where to start or what to do.

- εY3

[There. The butterfly can be her signature, her mark. This all started with those butterflies anyway, at least for her.]
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[the video is a small, grainy, vertical rectangle, and very unsteady. After this someone needs to convince Emmanuel to get himself a smartphone, since his old flip phone has terrible quality. The audio is garbled and tinny, though it sorts itself out after a moment into something decipherable at the very least. Maybe the network pulling some of the weight the phone can't. It's difficult to see anything but the dark outlines of the backs of people's heads, though as the camera pans across the group, glimpses of the Sage can be seen.]

[The others are talking amongst themselves, and nothing above the low chatter can really be made out until Emmanuel clears his throat. He's still off-camera.]


I, uh...if this is important, it's probably a good idea if everyone can see it, so--hopefully you can hear everything on the other side.

[the video then goes on to show not much of anything for about a few minutes, before the Sage decides to speak up. Everyone falls silent.]

[and then things go south.]

[the audio explodes with chaos, and the visual jerks wildly before a voice that sounds a lot like Julien's shouts:]


Look out--

[the phone clatters to the rocky ground, and there's a crunching sound before the connection cuts out.]



[ooc: I'm going to post two sub threads: one for before the Sage's speech, and one for after. The first is for general chatter for anyone still at home sitting it out, as well as anyone in the mine browsing the network for whatever reason. The second Emmanuel won't be replying to, and anyone wanting to arrange outside rescue attempts can do so there if they like! Also, this doesn't have to be the only broadcast.]
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It really was too bad that they'd started this up so late in the year. After only a few weeks of meetings, it was finals week, and Lyall, despite doubting he'd get many people studying, had his room set up after class as a good place to get some last minute studying done. His last class of the day had been let go early, giving him a little extra time.

While there were the usual snacks in the back, they were a bit more healthy this time than the last few weeks. While there were decks of cards-- playing cards and various games, both-- out on the lab tables, there were more tables cleared for books, set out with pads of paper and pens. He did have a cake, though, which was probably more silly than serious, upon which was written the words "Happy finals week!" in bright frosting.

Lyall couldn't eat said cake, so the rest of the kids sure had better like it.