[When the feed clicks on, you can see Marta kneeling down to brush the hair out of a--presumably dead--body's face. Anyone who looks close enough might be able to recognize it as Netherlands, but otherwise it just seems like a somewhat odd action. She sighs.]

You know, this really isn't the picnic by the seaside you said we could have on my birthday.

[She stands back up, taking a look at the communicator, but when she notices that it was already recording she just gives a half-smile. She just--she doesn't even know how to react to things like this anymore.]

I'm not the only one seeing bodies this time around, right? I woke up today only to open the door to the dead bodies of a lot of my friends, the ones who aren't even here anymore. Man, talk about the worst birthday present ever. I'm 17-years-old and all I have to show for it is having died twice and not being able to leave this place once for a whole year. Happy birthday to me.

[It was certainly interesting to say the least, waking up in the hospital only to find that the people who should have been waiting for you weren't there at all. The sight of the hospital room ceiling was all too familiar, what with her having died before, but at least then... there was someone who responded to her right away. Rushing back home only to find an empty apartment--there was no way to even describe it.

Maybe they'd come back though. Sure it sucked being dragged here, but to have been gone being dead or who knows where while they all left? That was just too much.

But here she was, still alone, in an apartment she'd helped build to share but was completely alone in.]

So... would you say it's pretty safe to say that someone's not coming back after three or four weeks? It seems pretty silly to keep waiting on a slim chance like this.

Oh, but this reminds me! [She puts on a smile, but it's obvious that it's not a very real one.] If anyone's looking for a place in Discedo, the place I'm at is pretty open! It's, uh--jeez he picked a long name for it--the Christian Frederick apartments! A lot of us helped build it and it looks really nice to be honest, I'm not just bragging, and... yeah.

It'd be nice to see people here is all.

Hey, has anyone heard from Netherlands recently? I tried contacting him but... his frequency didn't really work I think. [Yeah, she's pretty sure that means he's gone, but she can't help but hope.] Just thought I'd try asking about it. Thanks.

[There's a sigh then a tiny mutter right as she clicks the feed off.] You said we'd go on a summer picnic...

[There's a tumbling noise and a clatter as Marta's communicator falls down to the ground and switches on to video, its shot from the floor revealing her half-carrying and half-dragging the familiar form of Norway. In fact, when she's finally finished and places him down, you can see quite a number of people propped up against a wall: Denmark, Iceland, Billy, and Pamela--all unconscious.

She's visibly shaking, trying to make sure they don't start falling over each other, and she doesn't even bother to try and hide it when she walks back to pick up her communicator.]

D-Does anyone know what's going on? I d-don't think this has ever h-happened before. Everyone just s-suddenly collapsed a-and I don't know what to do--

[She sobs, once, and sinks down to the floor to cry. The communicator shuts off as she drops it once again.]

[So after appearing back at who-knows-what-time, Marta had simply been too tired to get up from where she was. Three days' worth of exhaustion had finally caught up with her, and she had slept right on the ground for practically the whole day.

Which was why when the video turned on, one could see a pool of dried and in-the-middle-of-drying blood circling around her. With how long and soaked her hair was, it was a surprise she could even lift her head up. Miraculously though, the flower-shaped hair accessories are still clean; even in that place, they were too important to her to get dirty.

Looking into the camera finally, she opens her mouth, then closes it. The process repeats a few more times, as if there's so much she wants to say but simply... can't.

She finally settles on something.]

... I'm back.

[And with that, the device shuts off.]

[For anyone who usually sees Marta, she hasn't been anywhere she's supposed to be today--not at the apartment building project, not the cafe, not even her own place. When she finally does make an appearance, this time over the network, it's obvious that she's been in a few run-ins with some monsters. She's dirty, probably covered in some miscellaneous monster blood/guts, and breathing kind of hard when she looks into the camera.

Basically, she looks exhausted.]

Has anyone seen Emil? I haven't seen him all day, and when I try to contact his frequency thing-- [She stops herself; she refuses to even consider him having actually left.] W-Well, you never know when something might have happened, right? I don't know, he just... isn't responding. I'm worried.

Anyways, he has blond hair and green eyes--no, wait, he might have red eyes right now. Um, if you have seen him and he had red eyes, sorry for whatever he said. It was probably a bit of a hassle.

[Shaky laugh goes here.] Right then. Thanks in advance.

[ooc: For anyone who wants action, she's at the barn right now! Tending to her chocobo listlessly while he makes concerned chocobo sounds at her, but at the barn nonetheless.]