[In order to make a living, this poor sea lion is doing what he's been trained to do – entertain. Stefano stands ready, three bowling pins in his flippers, with a top hat turned upside down behind him, to collect tips.]

Gather around, everybody, gather around! I, the great-a Stefano, will perform a trick-a to brighten your day!

[And he proceeds to juggle the bowling pins in his flippers for a moment before he misses a catch, and the pins go flying in all directions. Stefano grins sheepishly, with a nervous chuckle.]

Eh...that was-a just a warm-up. The real act is-a coming up!

[He picks up a beach ball and begins to balance it on his nose. He then takes a smaller one and tosses it up on top of the beach ball, to balance it there as well.]

Look at this! It's-a good, no?

[When he's done, he drops the balls back onto the ground. He then picks up his phone device. The video's been on, but he's sure people can't see what he's doing through that.]

If you missed it, don't worry! I will be performing all over-a Genessia, so soon I will-a be in a city near you!

[Raye's partied out. That's more social activity than she's had since the Cherry Blossom festival she hosted, and even then, she hadn't really gone out of her way to talk to very many people. She leans on the railing of her apartment porch, gazing out at the city quietly. Tendrils of long black hair float in the hot summer gusts, brushing over her shoulders and the curve of her back. It's a long shot, she knows, but she's got to try. Maybe a call will be enough to shake away their encroaching apathy. Taking out her radio, she looks down at it before pressing a few buttons.]

Private Video to Jaune Arc and Harry Dresden

Haven't heard from either of you two in a while. Let me know if you're okay.

[She hesitates for a moment, wanting to say more. But she doesn't. Her gut tightens, and so does the line of her mouth.]

I guess that's all.

[The video ends as she shuts off the radio and slips it into the back pocket of her white jeans. Then, holding the railing, she leans back and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It's hot out, and she'd rather stay inside with the air conditioning, but right now a walk sounds pretty good.]

[Locking up her apartment, she heads downstairs with her purse slung over her shoulder and steps onto the streets. Where to go? It doesn't matter. Just somewhere. Her sneakers are laced up tight, and the forest green tank top lets her arms breathe better in the summer heat.]

[She hopes they're not gone, but...a little voice in her head tells her she knew they wouldn't stay. Men never do.]

WHO: Orihime Inoue
WHAT: Managing to find a psychiatrist, Orihime goes for her first and last session. The voice in her head is getting stronger.
WHEN: July 1, 2014 - Afternoon
WHERE: Attleton
NOTES: This will probably be a long log. If you want to skip to the end and read the part where your character can run into her on the street, feel free!

( No Girl, You Batshit Crazy! )