Hello, Mr. Nozaki, I need to request a day off. Sorry for the short notice but I can't go to work today...my body went through some changes after I visited Nova City this morning and I'm still dealing with them.

['Some changes' being the two visible horns in his head. Scott is trying to keep the camera steady so it only shows him from the shoulders up. His powers are gone and he is, for once, not wearing the glasses.  Out of frame, in his back are a pair of leathery wings and a really long tail.

Said tail is attracting the attention of his dog but Scott doesn’t notice the pup approaching until Horatio sinks his teeth in his tail. Scott startles and yelps in response to the jolt of pain, wings flapping in surprise and dropping the camera in the process.]

Action in Fayren
[Icy was bored, there was nothing interesting going on in this world that simply didn't make her want to physically puke from how sicking it was. So she had decided to do something. Gain new power if possible. Learn new dark arts, plan to do something major. Who knew it could be her last hurrah, maybe she'll even get to take over something for once.

So today she had been spending a day in Fayren. It was the magical city so it was always the best place to start for the Dark arts, right? The ice witch could be found wandering around looking at various stores. If she happens to spots anyone staring she will speak up.]

What are you looking at?

Action at Everglade
[Icy floated around Everglade, not too high of course, but enough that she was somewhat off the ground. Her goal of finding various spells and the like had also taken her here. She was admittedly more than a little curious, even stopping in front of a store or two. So far things appeared to be fine, but Icy still didn't appear to be all that happy, but that was normal.]

So, after some... Conversations I've overheard I got a question for you lot. And it's okay cause like, kids need to learn stuff. So asking questions are good.

[Their tone of voice is so not serious, Chara isn't expecting anyone to give a real answer to this question. And those who do? Well they'll be people they'll want to get to know.]

So like. What is the most horrible thing you ever did and didn't feel bad about? Spare no details and hey maybe I'll tell you all my answer.

Here's one thing I don't understand. Why do people think it's sport to answer genuine questions seeking help, by "trolling" or telling them to kill things? And then get to show off how "badass" they are by the number of people they've beaten or corpses they've accumulated?

That, by the way, was a rhetorical question. They do it because they're attention seeking and the only way they can get said attention is by making someone feel inferior or at least afraid of their "mad killing abilitez" as the kids say.

Well congratulations you're all a big bunch of idiots.

*The feed opens on a beautifully manicured lawn and a row of carefully placed rocks and garden ornaments, then it moves upwards to show a pair of cute trainers, some bare legs and shorts, then upwards to reveal the rest of a crouching Sonico, a rather startled and terrified Sonico*

Uhm... I was wondering... Does anyone have any tips for moving bodies?

*She bites her lip then turns the camera from herself to instead show the back of a figure lying on his side. Looks like Sonico has moved his arms and legs so that he is lying straight*

Oh! He is still breathing! Please don't worry! But... he is unconscious I think, and rather heavy...

*Is that a broken garden gnome beside him?*

[It was truly an odd spectacle for a certain fairy tale villain to show up on the network. Even more unusual was what he has to say.]

Hello, Genessia... I have a small, yet... important request. Important to me, at least. I decided I will start a hobby. I want to collect a photos of everyone here.

So... Anyone willing to sell me a photo or two?

Video:
Action: Everglade.

[He easily stands out like a beacon in his flashy yellow, black and green attire as he strolls the near deserted, misty evening streets of the town. This place full of great unease and fear... He'll loves it already. Eventually he'll met someone else out and when he does....]      

[ The feed turns on to show a young man - a newcomer, given the Bay in the background - who seems, quite naturally, a bit out-of-sorts in a nervous kind of way. Cheerful, though! Always cheerful.

As soon as he begins to speak, some people may notice that he sounds strangely similar to a certain someone else. ]

Um... hello? I mean, hello! Before anything else, my name is David, and it's a pleasure to meet you all - even though I guess I haven't met any of you yet, technically. But still! That nice lady in the hologram seemed welcoming enough, so I'm sure we'll all be super great friends in no time. Definitely!

Thaaaat being said... Is there any way to call back home? Not that this place isn't probably amazing, and all, because I'm sure it is, but I have a bunch of young campers to look after. Sure, Gwen's still there, but she's...

[ Gwen. ]

Well, it's just a lot of work for only one person, you know?

Speaking of camp, I heard we get some sort of temporary residence when we first arrive but are there any woods around here? No offense, I'm sure the accommodations are lovely, but I'm more comfortable in a tent and sleeping bag than any apartment building. You can take the camper out of the camp, but... well, I'm sure you get the idea!

... So!

[ He beams, wide and genuine. ]

Since I don't know any of you yet, how about a fun little icebreaker? Let's do some word association! Just throw me a word and we'll go back and forth as long as we feel like.

[ The video is taken from inside what appears to be a costume shop. It's a rather drab shop compared to her normal masks, but you have to start somewhere. 5000 red bills is not enough to afford her usual ostentatious masks of gold. She's holding a mask to her face, her lips drawn downward in a frown just beneath the rhinestone teeth. ]

Too on the nose.

[ She turns around, her device clearly propped up on a shelf of some kind, perfectly and elaborately coiffed hair and a the back of a gorgeous long sleeved, royal blue dress. She turns around again after a moment, holding up another mask. ]

Would you prefer something cute and harmless, Genessia? [ She quickly lowers her face and places this one on next. ] Or do you prefer a more honest facade?

[Growly marine is growly!] I was going to ignore this for being so stupid, I haven't even been here for fifteen years!

[All but chomps his cigar ends off, before withdrawing and replacing them. Yes, that's two cigars at once. He might have an addiction "problem." Except he'll tell you flat out, his problem is everyone else claiming it's a bad thing, kthx and shove off and myob.]

However, recent events have prompted a much needed vivification.

I do not owe back taxes. And any foolish outlaw who thinks to use my name as an excuse for their own activities will get my boot upside their head! [Pause. And then if that wasn't already painfully obvious:] With my foot still in it. That is all.

Rumour has been going around is I left prison.

[Icy is using her device, she gives a small shrug. It was clear in the background that, yeah it really is the case. As to where she was exactly, she wasn't planning on giving it away.]

Guess what people call rumours is actually true. Security is pretty bad when I just walked right on out of the prison. Funny that.

[She looks slightly smug when she speaks, however.]

So probably the other 'rumours' that have been going round is probably 100% true as well.

[That was all as she switched off.]

Welcome to podtown, here's some cash, get a job?

[Her face twists slightly in irritation.]

Now, listen... I understand every community wants its unexplained supply of human flotsam to do something productive with their time. Suspicion of the idle you can consider basic human nature. And the lackadaisical approach might be calming, for people who need that kind of thing.

But for all this is preferable to, I don't know, being told I have to claim the heads of 99 other pod people to be anointed champion of this timeline, it doesn't quite resolve the frisson of waking places unexpected.

So this is your collective invitation to tell me something interesting and get in my good graces. Not an opportunity that comes around often, have at it.

[When the feed turns on, Cassian and Bodhi are sitting outside in the garden after cleaning and putting away the decorations of the home-warming party. By the small pond, Cassian‘s mudkip pokemon plays and splashes around while the vanillite freezes water droplets in mid air and turns them into ice while giggling.

Kay, the one who set the camera, comes into view holding his cat Fest in one hand and ice teas in the other. The image of a group of 'radical terrorists' Palpatine acused them to be doesn't fit them. Instead, this is a view that says: We are comfortable. This is our life now. We're not about to bring a war here.

The droid doesn't sit down but stays close to Cassian, petting the cat, and finally looks up at the camera.]

It had come to our attention that with the arrival of people from our world some things need to be explained. We would like to shed some light on the issue and ease any possible confusion about our endeavors back home.

Thank you, Kay. [Cassian gives him a smile that shows more warmth than he would let on in public under normal circumstances.] Emperor Palpatine‘s accusations against us members of the Rebel Alliance, or Alliance to Restore the Republic, were heavy. I understand if some of you are alarmed, but we have no intentions to wage war here. We understand that to battle here won’t save any lives at home.

[He pauses, struggling to hold on to the placidity he has been wrangled into for this broadcast.] Make no mistake, lives are being lost at home every day. The Empire is no benevolent government spanning the stars, it‘s a cruel dictatorship which will sacrifice millions, even billions of lives to keep its citizens enslaved. When we died fighting it, we died trying to stop a new weapon which could destroy entire planets with one shot. They have no qualms to use it. We fell victim to it.

But it‘s one word against another, and we don’t expect you to take sides. We just ask that we may live our new lives in peace. My duty is to protect and guard Attleton. That includes any Imperial citizens who choose to make it their home.


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[Oh hey it's that weirdo multi-coloured haired chick from like, earlier in the month. The one who tried to eat her phone.

Wow she looks kinda, no really, upset. Like grossly so. There may be snot involved.]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee's goooooooooooooone, it's not faaaaaaaair!

[Demencia sulks at the phone, before the gross sobbing begins anew. With some mournful wails added in as well.]

[First, a beautiful unhappy ending was thwarted and now he's in a new disgustingly bright and happy sun-shiny day. At least he got a pretty-pretty necklace out of this. That makes up for falling asleep in the Shadow Realm and waking up in this happy land.

Not.

Ulric, a big bad wolf, floats above Genessia, taking in its sights with disgust, thinking over what the brochures and the hologram said.]

Genessia... A whole other world from my own. No Brute. No Bruha. No Rascal...

[A sinister Wolfy grin.]

No Glitter Force~

At long last, I can do what I do best. [Ulric produces a peculiar book.]


Genessia! Your picturesque fairy tale is coming to an end-

-as I paint your dreams black!

[Ulric crushes a tube of paint in his hand and smeared the ages with the only black paint. The magic of the book is activated, unleashing a wave that turns Genessia's day in a bleak, full moon night. His magic was re-writing the future to a sad ending.

Black aura appeared around people in the immediate vicinity, wisps of darkness gravitating towards the Book of Sad Endings.]

Every ounce of negative energy turns the Wheel of Doom one more tick, bringing me closer to the day I can revive my master; Nogo, Emperor of Evil!

[But nothing happens. Ulric didn't sense that satisfying tick of doom. In fact, none of the people appear to be incapacitated by hopelessness.]


Hey... What gives? [He flies down to the nearest NPC.]
Why isn't your negative energy turning the wheel of doom?

[The NPC shrugs and continues on with his day.]

Great. What am I supposed to do now?

... So s'it all over then?

Thank God, that was the most pointless half month of me life. May as well have just been feckin' dead, should have faffed about in that dead bloke liminal space if I'd known I'd come back to a load of shite.

Would have gotten exactly the same amount of garbage done.

Great, new guardian votin' too.

Can't wait, I'll get the phone all set up, see if I can't hook it proper to the telly and I'll take a shot every time someone says somethin' stupid.

Tannusen, I want ye to cart me unconscious droolin' carcass to me room when I'm done and lock the door so I don't go stumblin' out at three AM and start a fight with the hat rack again.

Seems like an excellent way to spend me weekend.