First order of business is the obvious. Have there been any advances in finding Yang? I have been monitoring as much of the city as possible, but have made little to no advances.

Secondly, how is everyone faring in the Dust department? The sheer lack of Dust is... troubling at the very least. I have been considering a solution, however, but given the nature of the solution, I would value inputs from everyone involved.

Should it prove necessary, I am prepared to open one of the archways in order to grant us access to Beacon's facilities, including the in-house Dust store that is used to supply our students. The question remains, however, what would be sacrificed.

[Weiss is coming at you from Ye Olde Marketplace, doing some shopping! Picking up groceries, you know, stuff heiresses usually don't do. She can be seen sitting on a bench, wearing a nice wool cloak.]

Honestly this is kind of ridiculous. The whole city turned upside down? Come on, who had time to do all of this. And could it be at a better time? Ugh. Listen, I don't know what games they're trying to play with us but I did not volunteer to wake up this morning with no central heating system. It's not funny.

[she sighs then, pausing for a moment to consider her next statements.]

We're still looking for Yang Xaio Long. If anyone's come into some new information, you can send it mine, Ruby's, or Blake's direction. I'm positive she's out there somewhere. It's just a matter of where.

...Thanks.

 No way! I'm not coming out! This is stupid!

[Poor Jaune. Since Genessia seems to have gone and messed with its inhabitants again, he seems to have gotten the short end of the stick. He sat on his bed in his locked room, staring at his hands. They were wooden. His fingers were segmented like a puppet's, able to bend and move with full dexterity, but clacked all wooden-like when they'd nudge one another. The rest of him had fared no better. His rogue-ish good looks had succumbed to the weird fairy tale magic.]

[Jaune is a living puppet, his nose sawed to a flattened tip and everything, even with a little budding leaf sticking off of it.]

[He's been holed up in his room this whole time. It's not like puppets needed to eat or use the bathroom, or even really sleep, so he had no reason to come out. He couldn't let Pyrrha or Raye or... or anyone see him like this! So no matter how much his team (or anyone) might try, Jaune's preferably locked himself away.]

[Due to the straaaaaaange event going on, the Paperboy doesn't seem to be around. Maybe he's being an irritating punk squire to somebody. You don't know. But there's no newspapers to be found this week. For RP reference, the weather forecast is listed below the cut.]

( Your Weather Forecast )

Since the world had turned into an enchanted forest, Betelgeuse had found himself in the role of the Pied Piper! He assumed so, anyway, given the pipe he was suddenly able to play. He was grateful that at least part of his outfit had retained his black and white stripes. He was wearing clothes that wouldn't be out of place in the fourteenth century and he couldn't say he'd missed the fashions of those times.

Betelgeuse couldn't decide if he was angry or delighted.

On the one hand, he felt much more alive than he usually did and he enjoyed the music making. Also, controlling people with a pipe was great fun! Ohhh, Betelgeuse just loved fun and games. On the other hand, he really preferred it, when the fun and games were aimed at other people. He'd had no say in his alteration and it irked him, greatly.

Well, he would just take it on other poor slobs!


(ooc: Let me know, if you would like Betelgeuse to use his pipe on your character for fun and mayhem! :D)