( Sansa isn't the best at navigating the network but she does know how to use some basic options here and there. She knows how to respond to a video in video and she knows how to send a text but at the moment, she's trying to send a text with photographs. The photographs in question are explicit for her: lying in bed with naught but a sheet to cover her, standing and turned to the side while wearing only her corset and chemise, a photograph of her with loose hair and parted lips that's close enough that she can see the blush in her skin. She attaches them to a text message and sends them out, hoping to surprise Miles with her new use of technology for his benefit. )

I attached a few things you may find interesting. Open them in a private place?

( When Sansa hears her own device chirp as soon as it's sent, she frowns a bit and checks her network timeline. Oh no. Oh no. She immediately makes an urgent post to the network while trying to figure out how to delete the original one. )

PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT MY LAST POST. IT WASN'T MEANT FOR EVERYONE! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR ANYONE TO SEE IT EXCEPT BABY.

( Sansa tosses the device away and calls Lady to her, deciding to simply hide in her house until she figures out how to delete that post and everyone has forgotten her face. )

so, uh what's everyone's take on pets on this place? has that been already been covered? yknow with the whole this place's just like a pit stop, for some of us [ he feels he should clarify. he doesn't know your lives. ], til we get that wish.

[ like it's one thing to start something with someone who knows and understands you're gonna leave. it's another thing to do that to an animal who has come to depend on you. ]

So, hey Cadelleans. Cadellers? ...Cadellites?

[nope, they all sound bad. really bad. but he's just going to stop himself grimacing at that and refocus on the whole point of this message.]

My name's Scott. I've met a couple of you when I was-- [he holds a hand up, palm down in the universal sign of "shorter".] I went home for a while, so to anybody I knew before? Sorry for everything. I was...kind of an ass back then, and I know I said a lot of things I probably shouldn't have. [though given that he's already made up with his pack, he's already dealt with the worst of it all.]

Anyway. We're all here for the same reason. [the possibilities, rather than the specifics.] So what I was thinking was that maybe we set up some kind of monthly movie night? I don't know how many of you have been to the cinema here, but they've got one screen that'd really work out great with the whole bonding-slash-intimacy thing. No seats. Just huge pillows, and the manager is up for letting us use it every month if we want to.

[it counts as an act of good will for her, and they can all add to their own energy generation with a little snuggletime while they watch. it's win-win.]

Think of it as an easy way to get a quick boost towards your goals while making a few new friends along the way. [a pause, and--] And before I forget. Any recommendations for the first movie-fest?

[just no star wars. stiles will kill him if he finally watches the films and he isn't there to witness it.

...wow does he miss the rest of his pack already. it hasn't even been a month yet.]

[ When the video starts, nothing shows but a Cadelle street. It's the middle of the night and the streetlamps are all the light around. There's music playing, obviously coming from the phone's speakers, tinny. But it's half covered by Baby's humming. ]

Hellooooo everyone! I thought I'd sing you a lullaby.

[ It's obvious that Baby is drunk when he starts speaking, even without being on the screen, and it's even more obvious when he moves the camera a little, half his face appearing, shadowed by the streetlights he's walking under. He's wearing sunglasses.

Eyes half closed, the unsteadiness of the video shows how much Baby has had earlier. He stumbles for a step, then stops, laughing to himself as he runs a hand over his face.

Then, he starts singing, along with the song playing: ]

So take a look at me now
Since I told you it's over
You got a hole in your heart
I'll find a four leaf clover
You can't tell me this now
This far down the line
That you're never, ever gonna get over me

[ He might be drunk, but at least he's not a bad singer. It's a bit wobbly, and there are tears in his voice as he sings, the words feeling like they're stabbing him, over and over.

Isabelle's gone.

He stops singing, looking ahead at the mostly empty street. He stumbles again, closes his eyes while he takes a deep breath, head tilted up to the sky. When he opens them again, and then turns to the camera, he's grinning. ]

Feels like a perfect night for a joyride, right?

[ The words are slurred, and Baby's smile is already wavering, but then he turns the camera to his car, parked a few feet away. ]

[This device happens to be floating a few feet away from Wanda as she walks outside. Thanks, telekinesis. She's doing it this way so that people don't get a super-extra close up of her.]

Hi, everyone. [Have a small, almost shy wave.]

I'm Wanda. Maximoff. And since I'm new here, I thought I'd introduce myself to the network at large.

[She's walking around doing the job hunt thing, so might as well be productive in two ways at once.]

Uh. So, let's do a cliche three random facts ice breaker? I'll go first, then you. [She clears her throat as softly as she can.]

One: I love Sudoku puzzles.

Two: I could eat my weight in Kiflice, which is a kind of pastry, and the chocolate-hazelnut filling is the best kind.

And finally, three: Cats are my favorite pets, but kangaroos are my favorite animal.

[A pause, then—]

Oh yeah, and, a question to finish this broadcast off ... if anyone knows fun places to work that are hiring? Let me know, as I'm looking for places to work.

[She offers a smile then cuts the feed there.]