[Allen was currently in Fayren doing some exercise be it simple jogging to full-on cardio, depending on where in Fayren he was. However, it wasn't long before a certain training method popped into his head back in the last world. He wondered if he could do that here and see who could do the challenge.

So when he finally switches on the video it's turned to face what appeared to be an extremely long wooden pole and sitting at the top was something stuck into it. But it was hard to tell from a distance what exactly it was. Allen soon turned the feed around to his face and he seemed happy as anything, his hair being covered in a bandana. He had a reason.]

I was training today and thought I would make it a challenge to others. I once went to a world where something this simple gives you pause a thought to how to deal with it.

[Allen moved to put the device down for a moment before he held up what appeared to be weights attached to something.]

The goal is simple and to use these weights o get to the top and grab whatever that is. I would say those with abilities that the rule I would state is you aren't allowed to use them to get to the top. You can only use the weights.

[Allen doesn't when he did it the first time and even though he was a strong upper strength he did struggle with it.]

But I find it was fun to figure out how to do it. [He soon paused before tugging at his bandana.]

Also... does anyone know how to dye hair if the dye was done by an accidental potion spillage in the first place? I'm not sure if the way I did it before would be the same way.

So it's not long before it's October and you know what that means?

[When he first spoke he hadn't had the camera facing him. Instead, you get to see the face of his Emolga staring and looking around it. It wasn't long before he picked up the device and turned it around. to face him. he had been currently attempting to wash his Pokemon friends and Zorua was currently shaking the water off.]

Ghost stories. I want to know if there are any horror stories that people have heard of here? Or stories about certain parts of the city that people don't know if it's true or not. [A pause.] I have my reasons. But I thought stories would be a really fun idea for an evening in October. Which reminds me.

[He couldn't help but laugh slightly.]

I first arrived here in October like midway through it. So it's been nearly a year now since then. Though my arrival was at a fun and interesting time that I would be happy to talk about, if anyone else has an interesting story of their own arrival and when that was. I'll look forward to it once I finish cleaning my Pokemon friends.

[It's been awhile, folks. Augustine hasn't made a video for quite some time, hasn't he?

Well, guess what? Today marks his return to social media with a sly smirk upon his face and the most handsome tailored made suit you've ever seen. He's dressed to the nines and tens today in a lovely red baroque themed suit looking very much like some sort of prince or duke from some far off land. Admire the golden embroidery work upon that slick black tie and the lovely print upon the jacket and slacks. Augustine looks very much like a Tepes today and there's good reason for that.

That reason being a little disclaimer he wants to record for all those planning to enjoy All Hallows' Eve.]

Good day and hello to all. I certainly hope that the sudden shift in the weather hasn't made anyone ill. [He chuckles quietly.] I know I've been feeling a tad under the weather as of late.

[His smile is positively dashing but what he says next isn't as charming.]

With the approach of autumn and the end of summer, we're all about to enjoy arrival of the holiday season. With that being said, there's one such holiday I feel needs to be taken to account and that holiday is none other than All Hallow's Eve better known as Halloween to some.

[He's talking about Halloween already? But it's only September---well, October is around the corner.]

Please be mindful for this Halloween that dressing up as a "vampire" might be considered a tad...[He pauses for a moment as he desperately thinks of the right word.] Offensive.

Vampires are proud and elegant creatures, most of which are hardworking individuals and not the monsters you know from pulp fiction lore. With that being said, please don't dress up as a vampire for the sake of drooling blood or some nonsense. We're much more than our pearly white fangs and fondness for capes.

Such stereotypes are quite harmful against my kind, and we would greatly appreciated if none of you attempt to win our ire by pretending to be us.

[That's a Augustine speech for "I better not see any of your fucks dressed up as Count Dracula this Halloween".]

Despite our terrifying reputation, most of us aren't bloodsucking demons. So be mindful when picking your costumes this season. I would hate for anyone to get the wrong idea about us vampires.

[Based on what can be viewed in the background, Lancer's recording this during a brief lull at work - those familiar with it will recognise the interior of the Everglade Sheriff's station. He looks the kind of tired that goes with long hours that are longer for him taking on whatever work he can which will encourage those in charge to grant him more responsibility, but he also looks a little done with it all.

For a former king, sitting at the lowest rung of an unfamiliar ladder is not entirely fulfilling. At least, not for this former king.]

This world brings to it many who once lived less modest lives than the one offered here. Those who are perhaps accustomed to a way of living that does not fit with the need for consistent employment and advancement.

I wonder, then, how does such an individual better themselves by the standards set for advancement, or are we expected to content ourselves with more meagre living? If we might not prove ourselves with war, how might we prove ourselves otherwise so that we might be granted a position and lifestyle more in keeping with that we are accustomed? Or is this perhaps less a matter of standing and more of era, that I am not yet versed enough in more modern societies to be able to succeed?

[His tone is somewhere between genuine question but also just venting thoughts. But the lack of war brings another thought to bear.]

Also. Outside of events such as the recent tournament, how might we best ensure that our ability to fight is not hampered by the lack of necessity to do so. Certainly, my current choice of employ helps, but it would not do to allow any of my skills to turn to rust.

[Except for one. He'd gladly strip himself of that and burn it, if he could.]

[A: video to bounty hunters]

[Tulip is seen on camera with listings in hand. She comes with a simple question.]

A friend from home and I are looking into joining forces as bounty hunters, me as primary and him as backup muscle. We know how the other works since well in our world bar fights are our idea of fun, our missing friend being the 3rd of the group.

So twofold: can two person teams take bounties and which city has good pickings for bounties? Because we're looking at apartments as we speak.

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[B: Action for Cassidy at the commons]

[After a quick outing for smokes/beers and to check into an apartment Tulip's back at the commons in her and Cassidy's shared space. Having him around has done a number in the best sense since she can't get lost in her head and well she's better off with her friends. But he can see right through the mask she wears in public, the events in New Orleans and being shot by the Grail have left its mark in more ways than one. And without Jesse being able to use Genesis to make her sleep she's not sleeping well if at all. But once she knocks to let Cass know she's back the mask is back.]

Only me Cass! I bear booze, smokes, a pizza and apartment leads. [As she drops her bag and jacket onto a nearby chair. She sets the pizza within reach since she knows her friend that well.]

A new video feed shows up, as usual, heralding someone's arrival out of the Bay and into the wider city. It seems she's either lost or trying to find her way around, by the looks of it. This time, it's a woman wearing a thick, dark purple hood to cover her face. She doesn't seem familiar with the device but she seems to be getting the hang of it, though she's going to great lengths to keep her face hidden from view.

"I understand this is a device for speaking to people from far away, and I've heard the speech given by that woman nearby the entrance, but I still don't know what to make of this place. Is this...Genessia some type of Outrealm, or something else? These buildings, all these fortresses of glass, steel and stone are pretty uncanny."

She seems to be reviewing a book of cartography, paging through it carefully and seeming both engrossed and perplexed. She's no stranger to waking up with no memories or idea where she is, but she's at least trying to keep herself out of trouble, this way.

"This certainly doesn't seem like Ylisse and doesn't bear much resemblance to anywhere else I've encountered. But if anyone's out there, I'd like to learn more."

She flips another page for a moment and some notes tumble out, which she quickly stuffs back into the corner of the map book. It seems she's been taking very detailed maps of the place full of scribbled side-notes, despite probably having a built-in map on her device.

"Gods, this place is so noisy, sometimes...how do you people manage living here?"

[ It’s Charlie that shows up on the feed first, hair hanging around her shoulders in a controlled mess of blonde waves. She’s outside at the park, one of her favorite spots to be, and she’s surrounded by books and notebooks, pens and pencils. The girl is researching and for anyone that has a good, observant eye, the books are on dogs. Dog breeds. Dog care. Dog training. She has reason for this.

Also in frame? One Neil Blair who is busy emptying a bag of take-out from somewhere. ]

Okay, so...Neil and I have a question for you guys. About dogs. Probably more than a few. For starters, who has a dog here? Did they come with you, or did you get them here? And what can you tell me about them? About their personalities and temperaments and all that fun.

[ And she turns to look at Neil, because he probably has a bunch of questions, too. Probably more helpful ones than she’s asking. ]

[The moment she turns to Neil, he holds up a wrapped burger to her with a smile, waiting for her to take it from him before he squints into her phone for a second, then holds up a hand in a brief, friendly wave.]

Yeah, what she said. Also, what kind of dogs do you have, if any? I mean--y’know, working dogs versus herding, shit like that. I don’t know much about ‘em, seeing as dogs are a little different where I come from. All I really remember is that Irish setters are dumb as fuck, terriers are the right combination of friendly and vicious little fuckers, and mutts are healthier than purebreds--a lot of ‘em, anyway.

[He pauses to rummage through the bag of food again, then frowns and glances up at Charlie.]

Hey, that the burger with extra pickles? I think I gave you mine…

But they said they marked...hang on.

[ She has a bag of her own nearby and leans off-screen to reach for it. By this point, thank the Gods or whatever, she hasn’t taken a bite of the burger he gave her and the wrapper shows the word PICKLE with a circle and line drawn through it, saying no pickles. She pulls out a thing of fries, fried with the skin on, and two small pies and then another burger. This one has the words XTRA PICKLES written on it. Opening both, she hands over the one that says there isn’t to be any pickles on it at all. ]

Take your pickles. I don’t care for them.

[ With that handled, Charlie addresses the feed. ] Basically, we’re looking for something we can train as a sort of guard dog, but also as a companion. And active. Me, personally, I want a medium-sized dog. I was looking up info on the Malinois and that seems like the dog for me, so if anyone knows where I can get one of those? Let me know.

[Neil grins at that while looking down at his burger, unwrapping it so he can take a bite. Chewing quickly and swallowing, he nods his head towards Charlie.]

Kid knows what she wants. Ain’t she great?

[Immediately, Neil raises a hand to forestall any response from her.]

Shut up. You’re awesome. End of discussion.

[ And end of feed, the parting shot Charlie rolling her eyes as any teenager can in a total ‘god you’re embarrassing’ manner, all while smiling softly. ]