My extended trip to the Dream Docks is over. Considering it took me two hours to make it home after I ended up in a Nova City parking lot and some back alley in Everglade, I'm guessing something fun happened while I was gone.

I'm still not convinced I'm in the right apartment either considering my new roommate's decision to make his next start up an interior design firm with my entire apartment being his first experiment. Another 20 minutes just to find my blender that I'll never get back in life. [ At least that cayenne-chocolate milkshake with a sliced red pepper along the edge of the glass looks good. Worth it? Maybe. It's definitely making her feel better. ] I don't think anyone ever taught him about personal boundaries.

[ Liv takes a sip of the drink, which is already half gone. A week is a long time not to eat properly. ]

To those who saw me toward the beginning of the month: I decided the look just wasn't me anymore. I'm-

[ Is Liv just staring off into space for a moment? Yes she is. Oops. Liv's breath comes out like she'd been holding it, then she shakes her head. ]

Wow. I haven't had brain freeze since I was 14. [ A little smile pulls to her lips. ]

Anyone want to fill me in on what I missed? Or potentially have plans I can horn in on tonight? My schedule's relatively clear for the next couple days since I wasn't sure how long I'd need to take off from work for this.

[After spending a number of days in Genessia already, Sans the Skeleton has already figured out much that is common knowledge in this world. Probably the most disappointing was that his brother, Papyrus, wasn't here.

He wasn't going to be sad or lonely though. He knew all along since first hearing Weiss Schnee's welcoming message that he can't struggle against this reality. All he can do is just live it the best he can with that same big perpetual grin of his plastered across his face.

So now, standing along a sidewalk somewhere in Genessia City, Sans was fast asleep standing up on his feet. That was it. That's how he chose to spend this day today, by falling asleep on his feet. Anyone passing by would probably think this would be the strangest thing they saw today.]

[The hut that Thrall had built on the outskirts of Fayren could be seen rather brightly at night these days. Bonfires, and paper lanterns decorated the area around the hut at night, and Thrall himself could be seen wearing crimson robes rather than his normal ebon armor. When he addresses the network, the scene around him is pretty festive looking.]

With the recent events, I believe now is more appropriate than ever to celebrate what would be the Lunar Festival in Azeroth. The Lunar Festival marks when an alliance of ancient races managed to repel an invasion from the demonic Burning Legion. It is a time for honoring the fallen, remembering our ancestors, and looking toward the future.

If any are interested, I am more than willing to open the celebration to all here.

[Patchouli, as ever, was a pale, short, sickly looking and deceptively young looking woman in light and pale lavender pajama-like robes adorned with ribbons and a serious, but curious disposition.]

While I do not know the reason we were brought here, I find myself presented with a rather... unique opportunity. Several of us are indeed skilled in the magical arts, and yet there are different systems of magic in use, unfamiliar to me, but... fascinating.

I wish to 'compare notes' as it were, to know more about the varieties of magic here, and perhaps, ways they could possibly compliment each other.

I look forward to your response.