I think I've got my program sorted, so I was hoping for a couple of things. One is for people who are willing to test it and secondly I would like to get some information from others about this place as well as anything about the other cities. It can be anything from the past and the present. Places and things like that.

I will appreciate the help.

Chihiro Fujisaki.

[Private to Satsuki Kiryuin]

[He switched on the device so he could talk to her as close to face to face as he could right now.]

You recall when you asked me to do something for you? It seems my AI, Alter Ego might have cracked the security, which should mean places might be unlocked within the next twenty four hours. I-I hope I did alright and I'm sorry it took so long.

[As the video starts, Mewtwo can be seen back in Fayren, surrounded by as serene a picture he could find. He didn't like politics, but it was an easily manipulable image he could produce. He was seated cross-legged on the ground, looking into the camera as it floated in front of him.]

It has recently come to my attention that the window for voting on the guardianship of Fayren is now open. I would encourage all to vote, and should there be any questions regarding the issues, I would gladly answer them in this venue. Also, I would like to take this opportunity to invite Azula - my opponent - to join me here, so as to remove both of ourselves from the voting process, ensuring neither of us have any hand in manipulating, intimidating, or otherwise coercing the outcome in our favor.

who: zuko + open to anyone
where: the tea shop he works at in fayren
when: backdated, a few days post-auction
warnings: none at the moment | tba

Even when Zuko had been serving tea in Ba Sing Se's lowest and poorest ring, he hadn't worked this many hours in a row. Perhaps he would have had the owner of the shop allowed it, but in all likelihood, he would've pulled a mask on over his face and disappeared into the depths of the city in favor of taking what he thought was rightfully his instead of earning a living of his own. He knew better now, and was taking as many shifts as he could, working his second open to close shift this week, determined to earn back the money he'd spent at the auction.

But doing so was easier said than done, especially when some of the patrons insisted on calling him over to their table by way of using a number of royal stylings, many of them oblivious to how inaccurate, ill-fitting, and inappropriate some of them were. (Or maybe the ignorance was feigned and the insult was delivered on purpose. He couldn't tell.)

It was with a great roll of his eyes and a barely stifled groan that he tended to the customer across the room who was waggling his tea cup in the air, beckoning him over with a heavily-accented Your Highness for a fresh cup of tea. Whatever that accent was supposed to be, Zuko assumed the guy intended for him to recognize it, but it was as foreign to his ears as this world was the day he stepped foot in it. And if not for the fact that he really needed the money, he would've set that guy's tablecloth on fire instead of taking his order and retreating to the kitchens to fill it.

He was beginning to regret his outburst at the auction. Living as a secret prince had been so much easier than being a public prince 'degrading' himself to working in a tea shop.