Funny how figuring out how to use these aren't any easier the second time around.

[ A statement made on the tail end of him fumbling with the communicator, finding something to lean it against.

For those actually used to seeing Nicolas, even if it's only a faint recollection thanks to the current technological mix-up, he is decidedly less, well, vagrant looking. For those who don't, here's an admittedly still somewhat grizzled Russian on the network.

Though even then, his hair and beard are much more tame than before. Beginning to go grey, too. He's also swapped his old wool scarf for something green and lighter-looking, the rest of his clothing for a indistinct tan uniform, the high-collared variety, but, from what can be seen, it's lacking in any apparent markings for rank or nation.

As to where he's broadcasting from, it looks like he's taken up an outside table at a cafe, the table covered in newspapers and the edge of a coffee cup just off to one edge of what the device's little camera can see. ]

Ah, but we can skip over the wheres and the whys of this entire mess. I remember that much. Now, what I would like are any suggestions for living arrangements. There are, what? Three cities? Four?

Apparently my former self had the stunningly poor plan of living in a park.

In Florida.

While the heat isn't an issue, I'm just not as inclined to sleep outdoors when I don't have to as much as I used to these days, especially not if I have to worry about giant lizards sneaking up on me. I've had enough of that for one lifetime already...