[Someone had nabbed one of the many dogs that got loose earlier in the week, two weeks?. Eh they had grabbed a fluffy white dog from the mass of them that had been running wild and Chara had a plan.

Which was simply find where their most favourite skeleton was staying and toss the dog onto Sans while laughing. Of course it can't go off without a hitch, as their phone slips out of their pocket and turns on.

The sight everyone gets to see is mostly white wiggling dog legs, with a kids arm in a green and yellow striped sweater holding onto the source of said wiggling doggo and really it's just a shitty angle.]

Calm down, you fluffer butt. [Yes, that was Chara just calling the dog some weird cutesy nickname. The dog is a dog and just wiggles some more.] This isn't going to work if I drop you...

[A brief pause as the scene of dog butt gets closer as Chara crouches and then realizes something.]

... I really hope you didn't eat my phone. [Spoken from experience, before the video clicks off. Still showing dog bottom.]

[Link doesn't look much happier than he did on his previous posts to the network.]

If someone was with us when we...left home...why didn't they come too?

[He missed Navi. A lot.]

I was jut wondering.

[Disorientation was not unknown to Fenris. He’d experienced it several times in his past, but never quite in such a way. Uncertain what the pamphlet suggested aside from images of the device included in the box, he grumbled and shoved the pamphlet, the red papers included, along with the phone, into a pouch at his waist and strode through the water without hesitation. He’d faced demons and worse before, and while he was alone, he certainly wasn’t going to allow the weakness of fear show, and the spiked armor and large sword lashed to his back went a long way to help the image along.

When he approached the stand on which Weiss’ Transmission played, he glared at it but did not balk. Magic, then. Of course. He’d never heard of this Genessia, but at least the necklace was familiar. So, their kidnappers have pretty chains, then. It didn’t change what they were and he grimaced at the thought. This was all a grand deception, to be sure, even for a former slave as valuable as himself, so he had no reason to doubt the image witch’s integrity.

Still, as much as it pained him to do so, he needed more information than her repeating message supplied. Surely he wasn’t alone in this place, for this witch would not have seen fit to spend the energy to place this message here for only his benefit, and so he took up a spot leaning against the side of the map booth and would address anyone who happened past.]

You, there. I...require assistance, if you've the mind.

[He’ll not force anyone, but manners aren’t exactly his forte.]

Who: Demyx and Larxene
Where: Genessia
When: 9/12
What: Demyx did not follow her instructions.
Warnings: Possible bickering, perhaps naughty language. Hard to say.

( Nothing like a man and his sitar... )