[A lot of you will recognize Gladio's voice, it's hard to miss and he's certainly loud enough at the parties. And as the first day of chaos begins to wind down with no sign of stopping things become much more dire, in Gladio's opinion. A certain Shield doesn't trust the Night. Surprise surprise.]

GUYS we're not going to be able to keep this up through the night, scattered like this. We need a place to regroup! If you're on the main island, Denny's the most defensible. If not... The light house on the farming island. If you can't defend yourself or just need a break, get there. Noct? You better have your ass in that building by sun down or so help me-

We need to stop these things from attacking the flocks. We just got all this shit from Harv we can't afford to let it all get eaten or washed out to sea now. Strength in numbers, right?

[It felt so familiar, like giving orders to the Glaives when he'd been helping Cor and Libertus over the years. Clear decisive action so those that are less experienced and scared have someone to look to. There's a moment where he abruptly wonders if this is why they made him king in the end. But this isn't Lucis, this isn't Insomnia. This place is far wilder than that-]

For Hearth... and Home!

Sooooo, guess what we found over on ol' Maati! [Lup sounds as cheerful as ever, but it's clearly fake and tense. And it doesn't last.]

A freaking door set into the cliffside. Locked, natch. There's a sigil on it, one of those glowy bird tats some folks woke up with.

[Anyone else hearing the alarm bells, or just her?]

I don't know-- this may not be as bad as it looks? But let's be real, it probably is. Just, keep your weapons and shit on you at all times I guess, just in case. And if you wake up somewhere weird? Don't fucking touch anything until you're positive it's not gonna kill you.

We don't have the greatest track record around here, with locked doors. And I've got a bad feeling about this.