[Have a Lavi staring at the feed in surprise that's not yet melted off his face despite being in the room all day long. Scratching at his cheek while behind him one will see fresh wallpaper on the walls, a few pictures for added decor, a brand new bed, dresser, and desk+chair. Rugs even on the floor if it were aimed that way and curtains on his window.]

Ah...did anyone else get an odd sort of... I guess New Years present?

[Pulls out the PDA and confuses it for a walkie talkie. Accidentally hits the record button.]

Scarecrow, do you copy?

[He waits. Nothing.]

Scarecrow, do you copy?!

[Presses another button to change the transmission frequency.]

K-9, do you copy?

[He hits another random button.]

Hermit?

[And another.]

Insect?!

[And again.]

Does ANYONE copy?

[He doesn’t realize that pressing all of those buttons, which he had thought would change the transmission frequency, has actually accidentally called someone instead. Hears something faint and holds the PDA close to his ear.]

“Please leave a message, after the beep.”

[BEEP]

Hey, guys, I’m in this place that looks a lot like the ruins back home.

[Pauses and glances around.]

I can’t tell where I am yet, but I’m still looking for someone to give me a few answers. Besides...

[Stares at the broken Caterpillar-like ride.]

There’s a clown here that's freaking me the fuck out! I hope to get back to camp soon. Over and out.

[Presses another random button, but gets lucky this time and ends the call.]

[A rustle of material and debris, followed by a firm crunch are the first things to register within the device. Only the sky is seen until the sudden form of a black butler appears. Gloves wander down his form, dusting away any hinderance to his perfect appearance. When he is spotless, fingers slip into the folds of a small pocket, pulling out a pocket watch and with a small click, it opens to rest delicately against gloved white fingers. He lightly sighs]

Oh my. I'm certainly going to be late. [The demon doesn't seem all that displeased as he looks around for any signs of activity, life, or sign that'll form him of his location except of course for the smell, to which the back of his hand with gingerly cover his sensitive nose. Crimson eyes fall upon the device and he's soon bending down to retreive it, tail coats absently brushing the ground. He taps it once, blinking in mild surprise and then curiousity when it reacts to his touch.] Ah, it would be less annoying to at least let me know the rules of this game that brat is playing.

[For now, he'll continue tinkering with this device, switching it from video to audio to text over and over again unintentionally]

[ooc: I'll tag this after work!]