Um... hello? Is this working? I-I'm Ivan Karelin... from, from Flowers Over Bones, one of the kidnapped, brainwashed musicians.

I... I'm not chipped anymore, but I still don't have all my memories back... I also know about Arpegius and the other ghosts, and I helped to rescue Stella from Virgo's basement... and another one possessed me to break a speaker and yell at Juno... Virgo's basement is probably where they brainwashed us. I don't know about Pride's set up, but... I'll try to answer what I can about both...

[ He takes a breath, trying to get to his main point beyond offering to share what he knows. ]

I-I can shapeshift into people and things I've touched before, including people from both Virgo and Pride, and... I can use a katana and shuriken to defend myself. There must be something that I can do... maybe something only I can do...

[ ie: Use him. He wants to help rescue people. ]

Greetings, fellow Rescuers. It seems time is of the essence. Now, more than ever, we need to work as a team to save as many musicians as we can before the month is out.

This would, of course, be much easier if we all knew which musicians are in fact abductees.

Has some sort of concordance been made? If not, I propose we make one. Photographs shouldn't be hard to come by, considering the nature of our quarry's imprisonment, but also knowing which bands they belong to, and perhaps a little about their true histories and personalities might be helpful? That way we won't pass by an opportunity simply because we were ill informed.

May your lives be full of clear skies and full sails,
Nico Robin

Kirby is missing.

Has anyone else gone missing?

Do we even have a list of others who came with us but haven't made contact with anyone since being here? Do we have any idea where they might have gone?

Who else is missing? Since we're all split up... please check in and say if you're safe.

[This might mean she and the others might have to move too, if their house is compromised.]

[ Sorry for any rescuers eardrums when they hear her voice, but for a being who can be dissolved by water, seeing the high, fierce waves hit the side of Virgo HQ is something out of a nightmare. ]

Everyone get away from the Virgo HQ! The ocean's gone crazy! The water levels are rising!

[ Someone else will have to respond to Lapis. Agent 3 isn't having any of it. ]

[After some thought, it's occurred to them that this is something worth talking about with the rest of their tangled mess of a team.]

A question for those of you who've listened to the kidnapped parties sing: did you notice anything strange about how you felt, whether physically or emotionally?

Your own misery or complicated feelings at your loved ones being kidnapped and used as performing monkeys not counting. I'm talking about something else.

[It took her a long time to figure out any of the supplies she'd be given. She hadn't bothered to grab food or drink, but she couldn't resist looking over the other items. It was, well, interesting. Seeing her face on that tiny card. She wasn't particularly fond of the clothes, but rules were rules and she had to obey the rules the Masked Men gave. They seemed to be in charge of this world.

Eventually, she's forced to experiment with the communicator after several days of wandering. This leads to incomprehensible text messages that look like someone pounded on the letters, followed soon after by voice messages with only the sound of background noises and breathing.

Only after seeing several other messages does she grasp the basics.]

Hello there! Where would I require a "Personal Trainer Certificate"? I was told I needed one to train.

[Several days after the rescuers go their separate ways, a message comes across the communicators. It's a quiet, even voice that may be familiar to the few he's spoken with. Of course, this is Kuroko, so it's entirely possible they've forgotten him. Either way...]

I've found a job. I'm still in need of somewhere to stay, however.

[And, almost as an afterthought.]

I have a dog. But he's very well behaved. We would appreciate any help that could be offered.

[A tiny bark corroborates this statement.]