Who: Ulric and OTA
What: Nothing important
Where: Most cities
Warnings: Auto-correct enabled

[So he can't write a sad ending for everyone. BIG FRIGGIN WHOOP! He'll just do something else to be bad and kill time. But without Brute or Brooha, he can't really play cards.

So Ulric essentially wanders the cities, almost...behaving himself. He will window shop, actually using manners when squeezing past people and being subtle when he swipes ice cream from kids.

The keyword here was he was almost behaving himself.

Ulric can most likely be found at locations like:

A comic book store, checking out dark fantasy and giant mech figurines.
Or a movie theater, kicking his feet up on the back of a chair in front, laughing at dark scenes and flicking popcorn.]

[Chiaki had managed to position the device so that it was facing her television and in part facing the side of her face. The girl herself had a controller in her hand and her Pokemon sitting next to her preparing themselves for a gaming session.]

Mimikyu, can you go check if everything is set up. Thank you.

[Smiling gently at the Pokemon, the Pokemon in question went to check while the other two were fast asleep on the other side. After a moment if looking they come back.]

Okay, great. That means I can start streaming soon.

[Once she was sure she started testing a few things, buttons movement and the like before putting the controller down and paying attention to the phone.]

Hello. My name is Chiaki Nanami. I'm a gamer and because of that, I play games when not working in the arcade. I also stream it so people can watch, but... I like to ask people what games they would like to see played around here and I can see what I can do.

[She paused for as moment.]

But for today the game I am playing is called Smash Kangaroo. It's really fun but can frustrate some people.

[Chiaki hadn't really done a full playthrough of it yet, which is why it was chosen as her game for playing today.]

At least that is what I have heard from natives around here anyway.

Mobius and James Norrington, please report to the Attleton guardian office tomorrow at 6 a.m.

After further rearranging of our budget, it was possible to hire two additional paid Deputies.

I thank all applicants, and would like to invite you to involve yourself in the Attleton neigbourhood watch system. Training citizens to protect their neighbourhood in a more formalized manner than before is going to be one of our priorities, and we would appreciate your support in this.

[Decided to cut it off at 5 days so people know where they stand. OOC it was a RNG choice, but you're welcome to ask for IC explanations.]

Who: Koiball and Eyebrow-Grump
What: Koishi has 4 chaaaarms
Where: Grumphouse
When: Backdated to as soon as the Fayren charm arrives in the mail.
Warnings: The pun in the title? I dunno. Lol.

Whelp. Koishi had four charms. Four charms and nothing to wish for. It's not really a surprise for her. To fervantly wish in hopes of it coming true is something that humans did. A wish that does not come true is simply wasted energy, and one that does come to pass is luck. Or perhaps a miracle if someone was listening. And the charms meant someone would be listening. And how unlike a youkai it would be to try to invoke a spirit or kami.

No, this wish couldn't be used by Koishi. Nor by Satori for the same reason. And because Koishi already knows what she would wish for.

Wishes were best given to the weak but brave. Or humble heros. Or, ideally, ronin.

And so, an hour later she was slipping into Satsuki's window, ignoring Gothitelle angry pokemon chatter as she waited for the apartment owner's return.

[Public Text]

Out of curiosity, who should I talk to in regards to procuring an enchantment? I suppose Fayren is the most likely choice, but who would I talk to?

( Private Video to the Guardians and Mayors )

Who: Sakuya and Dracula
What: Asking about Lisa's portrait
Where: Castlevania
Warnings: None

Another day in Castlevania. Another day of cleaning. Another day of gently removing the portrait of a woman from Dracula's wall and polishing the frame followed by a light and gentle dusting of the surface with the softest feathers she could find. Always with a new one to avoid contamination.

She didn't always dust the surface. Perhaps once a month. But she always took the utmost care when doing so. She could feel eyes on her back the moment her fingers touched the frame.

"Lord Tepes." Sakuya set the duster to one side, carefully lifting the now cleaned painting and placing it back on the wall. "I have cleaned this painting many times since coming here and never once have you missed watching me with such aprihension. You do not fear I would deface it, and yet you watch anyway." She finished straighening the piece, not taking her hands off of the frame until she is absolutely certain it is secured on the wall. "Would it be out of line for me to ask who the woman in the painting is?"

[Kay has decided to record this little experiment so he's able to check his progress in the future. But he turns the video into a public post by accident, hitting the wrong button and making his misery visible for everyone.

He's a bit stressed right now, you see.

The droid is sitting behind a desk, a paper in front of him with unintelligible scribbles on it, and one of the Attleton city reports next to his left hand. Everything in the Guardian's Office, all the information, files, important documentation...everything is written on paper. To Kay, those letters could pretty much just be stick figures drawn with paint at the bottom of a cave. He wasn't joking when complained to Cassian that people in this city lived in the stone age.

He is trying, Force knows he is, except the little letters make no sense and when he copies them on the paper his processor automatically switches to Aurebesh and nothing seems right.

He hunches over and grabs a pencil that immediately breaks in half. After a small sigh, Kay clenches one of the pieces. He tries to continue writing with half a pencil, only for the tip of to snap, falling and rolling on the opposite side of the room floor.

Kay stares in silence at the tip, then looks down to realize that when the thing broke, it ripped part of the paper. If Kay had eyes instead of optics, this would be the moment when people would witness his soul departing his body.

Leaving the broken pencil on the other side of the table -and next half a dozen more broken pencils-, Kay throws the paper into the nearest trash can with deadly accuracy. The paper ball would have gotten inside the trash can without issue if it wasn't because it's already filled to the brim with crumpled papers.

[ooc: guess what little thing doesn't exist in the star wars universe? Paper! And guess who never learned how handwriting works? Actually, all of the SW space folks. The Struggle™ is real and Kay wants to cry.]

Xion had awoken, in the pod, terribly confused. She gave everything a quick glance, then shoved it in her pockets. Pulling her hood over her face, she made her way out, and got as far as the hologram. She stood and listened to what it had to say, her small back tense.

She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't BE. She somehow doubted this was where Namine was supposed to have sent her. Somehow... Somehow something had gone wrong. Very wrong. She took a map and looked at it, frowning. She shouldn't be kidnapped. Had someone tried to stop them? Was that why she was still here? Still existed as a separate entity?

She shook her head under the hood. She had to figure this out. But first, she had to find somewhere hidden. She didn't pull out the necklace, or the device, leaving them in her pocket, along with the pamphlet. She grabbed a map and shoved it in her other pocket, with the money, then turned to look around, looking for a place to hide....