( 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. )

( the feed opens to the view of a young blonde woman, currently seated at a bright white desk in what's unmistakably a former storage room turned office space. they hadn't exactly given her the space... but it wasn't being used, so she's commandeered it for herself. nobody's told her not to, either, so what's the harm?

she's smiling, today, pearly whites beamed into the general direction of the camera; there's a natural friendliness to her tone that makes it clear she's particularly enthusiastic about this. )

Hi, everyone. My name is Caroline Forbes, and I'm broadcasting today on behalf of Cadelle's Social Committee. If you've never heard of them, they're — well, we're, obviously — the administrative team that puts together all of the great events here in the city that we all go to, like the Match Meetings or the — ( a pause, as her gaze dips down to consult a list on her desk ) — the ball?

( rude. she can't believe she missed out on a ball. well, no matter. they'll just have to have another one. not that caroline's coffee fetching and to-do list accomplishing really gives her the power to determine the social calendar, but a girl can dream. )

Right. So, the spring Energy Festival is coming up later this month, and we're looking for volunteers to help set up and run the different booths and festival experiences. Especially from anybody tall, because we only have three ladders and these banners just won't hang themselves. Or, I guess, if you can fly, that might be helpful too...

( a snort of laughter from someone in the background, and caroline's brows furrow together in frustration for just a moment before she's right back at it, focused and determined to get to the end of her message. )

I'm here in City Hall until five today, so please come see me if you want to sign up or if you have any questions! Left wing, blue hallway, room 56-A! Okay, hope to see you soon!

( aaaand end feed. )

[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

( When the video comes up, a redhead with carefully applied makeup and purposefully-tousled waves comes on the screen, looking a little more like she's about to take a selfie than shoot a video. She's looking at the camera, but she isn't necessarily smiling, so much as just...looking thoughtful. )

Okay, so maybe reaching out to a mass audience is the best way to do this, so here goes. I'm Lydia and I'm feeling incredibly indecisive about a focus of study. I should probably keep my mind sharp between now and the time I end up back home/MIT, so I'm going to go to the university. That said, I don't really see any point in pursuing biochemical engineering here because none of it will probably transfer back home. So, fellow science-minded people of Cadelle, name your favorite science; help me pick a major.

Oh, and also...I'm volunteering on Sunday mornings at 10:00 a.m. the Women's Building teaching self-defense classes.

( Because she's pretty sure it's the kind of thing Allison would do and if Chris isn't here, maybe it's up to Lydia to keep some piece of her still alive. This is the only way Lydia knows how. She's kind of garbage with a bow and arrow and she probably always will be. )

So ladies, if you've always wanted to learn how to kick somebody's ass if you're cornered in a bad way, or even if you just want to learn something while staying in shape, stop by. Don't make me be the girl who has an empty class her first day; that would be really embarrassing for me. I'll see you there!

( She grins a little and winks at that before wiggling her fingers in a little wave at the camera. Then, the picture cuts out and the video ends. )

Hi. I'm... Dr. Spencer Reid. At home, I work with the FBI as a behavioral analyst, or profiler. I'm trying to figure out what to... do with myself here.

[ Reid is a thin, young-looking man with too-wide eyes and nearly shoulder-length unkempt hair. That combined with the cardigan, tie, and lightly patterned button-up makes him look extremely dated. It's not hard to believe him as a federal employee by clothes alone, although his age is constantly remarked upon.

He doesn't sound uncertain about addressing the wider audience of the network-- although he is, and especially about using technology this way-- but he does sound like he's choosing his words with care, enunciating clearly and with even, unhurried pacing. ]

If there's anyone that currently works for the local police, I'd like to speak with you regarding whether you think there's a use for my skills in that environment. I have done field work, but I wouldn't say it's my strong suit. Otherwise I'm considering taking up teaching at the university. I've been a TA for undergraduate classes before, although I think I'm better suited to leading graduate-level seminars. If anyone currently takes classes there, it would be helpful to hear about your experiences.

... I also noticed they're looking for librarians at the public library. Uh. I don't think that alone would keep me... sufficiently occupied, but. I could do it.

I'd like to optimize my time here by putting my skills wherever they're most needed. So I'm open to other suggestions. And-- looking for a physical therapist. And possibly an orthopedist. Thank you.

[ It cuts off abruptly. Reid can do public speaking, but it's far from his favorite past time. ]