[Darc is filming from his campsite, the crackle of his cooking fire in the background. Those who know him will notice that he's looking a little healthier since last they saw him. He's been eating better, at least.]

Hello. This is Darc. I haven't used the communicator much in a while, so...

[Right, socializing isn't one of his strong suits. Get to the point. He takes a deep breath to collect himself.]

I have a question about magic. I know people can use it here, but what I want to know is how. My people, the Deimos, could use magic in my own world. But only by drawing power from spirit stones. They were mined from the earth, or found by killing monsters.

However, when my friends and I saved the world from evil, all spirit stones lost their power. There's no magic for us anymore. Besides that, I haven't found any spirit stones in Genessia.

How does magic work for you and your world?

I need some advice on the best refractory material that can withstand extremely high temperatures and a near immediate cooldown. It has to cool white. And I need someone who can work scrimshaw on it without risking cracking or compromising the integrity. Thanks.

[Short and sweet as always.]

[Meanwhile, Smoker locks a message to Namur, Rip, Grell, and even Marco, though he basically hopes the Phoenix ignores it.]

I need to meet with you during Portgas' work hours. It's not an emergency, nothing's wrong, but it is important. Send me times, or stop by the shop, but not alone.

[For a while, Tamatoa has been fairly content to make his home at the bottom of Fayren's biggest lake. There are fish to eat, and a few treasures to find scattered in the silt at the bottom. He even enjoyed fighting the lake monster that occasionally came out of its lair. (Which coincidentally made lake visitors happy to not be eaten by said lake monster, but Tamatoa knew nothing about the creature's dining habits -- only that once he managed to kill it for good, he could move into that comfy cave and thoroughly loot it.]

[But a lake wasn't made to house and feed someone of Tamatoa's size, and when all that's left to eat are the little fish that scarcely amount to a nibble, he has to heave himself up onto shore.]

[The frustrated pair of fishermen scream and scramble backwards at the sight of the monstrous crab and his hoarded treasure glittering brightly on his back.]

What are you screaming for? I'm not going to eat you.

[...He could, though. Easily. His flat look turns into a wicked smirk.]

But that would be more convenient than going alllllll the way to the fish market, wouldn't it?

[And he might, if they don't have anything useful to offer up in exchange for their pitiful lives. It's the least they can do for annoying him this early in the...late afternoon.]

[She's tried to stay away from farming, but a farmer can only mope for so long before the urge to farm becomes darn overpowering. Never mind that she grew up in a city and spent most of her life there, the call of the countryside is woven intricately into her soul.]

[So she reaches out at FREAKING SIX IN THE MORNING, looking fresh as a daisy as she greets the recording device with a sunny grin.]

Good morning! I heard you guys owned ranches, so...I was wondering if any of you were hiring helpers?

[She presses her palms together in front of her, smiling hopefully.]

Even if you're not, I'd love to take a look around and see what kind of ranch you've got. If you're up for a tour, maybe I could swing by for a visit! --My name is Annie, by the by. I'm a farmer back home, so I'd like to see how you do things over here.

(Video)

"Romani had a great idea, and I think I'm all set to go. Does anyone have a wagon Romani can borrow?"

Action

[One way or another, she's going to get a wagon. And no matter what, she's doing this. Without being a menace to society, of course. She's a good girl, after all.

At Genessia's park, Romani has a small wagon full of bottles of milk, with a sign of a poorly drawn artistic "Milk Bar." She's trying her best to be a good dairy rancher like her sister.]

"Welcome! I'm Romani. Are you thirsty for the freshest of milk? Came straight from the happiest of Miltanks!"

[In striking contrast to her previous broadcast, Dove is sitting alone on her balcony, obviously trying her best to retain her composure. Unlike her bubbly, presentable camera persona, she's... about as raw as she can be, far beyond what - under normal circumstances- she would deem appropriate. There's no hiding the red rimming her eyes or the blotchiness of her complexion, but it has to be done.]

If anyone is looking for Styxx Anaxkolasi, he's been sent home, [she manages smoothly enough.] I'm not sure who all he was close to, but I... I thought it should be said.

[And... that seems to be all. She checks her near-empty glass before switching off her device and downing the rest of it.]


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Know what? 'S time t' change some shit up 'round here. If anyone's intrested, I'm sellin' Jolly Eddy's. Jus' got all the paperwork done t' make it a subsidiary a Newgate Enterprises, so y' can keep that if y' want- means if y' flounder, I'm stuck with the bill. But I'm gettin' bored a fightin' goblins an' ghosts an' shit every night. A good fight's always gonna make my day, but these dead shits is such snoozers it ain't worth my time no more. Shoulda known it'd come t' this. Mean, if they's actually good at fightin', they wouldn't be dead in the first place, catch me? SHEHEHEHEH!!!!

If no one wants t' pick it up, I'm gonna shut it down. The scared folk a Everglade lived their long lives without us before, an' they'll bitch an' moan for a bit but they'll figure out other ways a protectin' theirselves in the end. Anybody already workin' there's welcome t' follow me on t' the next adventure, an' I'd be glad t' have y'all 'long, what few a y's left. Gonna switch it up an' follow this here map [The camera swings out to show a holographic girl, an axe hefted over her shoulder, wearing a plaid shirt, dirty jeans, heavy boots, and a fur cap. She cocks a digital eyebrow, then rolls her eyes, and the camera swings back to Namur's determinedly grinning mug.] t' get me some buried treasure, hell yeah! Want a piece a the pot, get me a message. Don't text me though, I ain't got the patience for that kinda shit right now.

Also I ain't gonna be the one weepin' an' moanin' 'bout how much it flippin' sucks 'round here when folks goes on t' the Great Wherever, but I'll be damned if I ain't been thinkin' it hard lately. Some folks don't deserve the shit they gotta live through wherever they's from, an' that's a fact. So let's do somethin' fun instead, get t' know each other a li'l better, aye?

TELL ME YER VOTES FOR TOP THREE HOTTEST ASSES HERE IN GENESSIA! Vote anon or not, 's all good. Pics encouraged but ain't necessary. Hell, I'll even give the winners a prize! Sheheheheh!

Video;

[So, since no one discouraged spamming the network, Rose is posting, again. This time, she's indoors, at a shiny new apartment.]

Sooo, hey. I figure, I'm new here, some of you are new here, some of you are old hats, whatever. We should break the ice! And by that I mean I'm super bored. So. I'm having a party! Matisse, Genessia City, Room 102. Best way to break in a new apartment, right? Right. I've got snacks, soda, movies, and most importantly, we're gonna have a bunch of rounds of Truth or Dare and stuff like that. Everyone's invited as long as you have your magic pendant-y thingy. Don't think too hard about that part, please. See you soon! I hope? Seriously, everyone should show up, please.

Action;

[Rose has, true to her word, gotten a big party setup going in her apartment. Soda, snacks, etc of various types are around, she's got a bunch of extra chairs, the apartment is clean, there's some movies playing in the background for noise, and now she's just waiting for people to arrive.

If you arrive very early, you might hear her muttering to herself:]

Was this a mistake after all, are people really going to come, it's going to suck if I bought all this and no one shows, but it's probably fine, people here are friendly, but maybe....

[... Yeah.]

Who: Anybody!
What: Rip wanted a moonlit beach party for her birthday, so that's what she's getting.
When: May 17
Where: Fayren beach

Mid-day May 17, a simple text message gets sent to the network:

Moonlight Beach Party
TONIGHT
Fayren
Bring Your Own Booze and Music

( The stars are everywhere, so meet us under there~ )

[Have an annoyed Violet on feed.]

My parts source dried up! So is dumpster diving legal or frowned on?

[Sabo clicks on the device, propping it onto a sizeable rock with a flat, smooth surface. He then takes a few steps backward to wave into the camera. He's smiling, but there are obvious bags under his eyes. He's tired.]

Hello.

[He's so tired, in fact, that he stifles a quiet yawn before continuing.]

I remember this place. Been here before. But -- [He glances around, gesturing casually, before facing the camera again.] For seven months, I was somewhere else. And now, I'm back here. [And not home. Which is a serious problem. Reverie has to have come and gone, and he wasn't there. He has no clue what had happened during it, none at all. And that's terrifying.]

If you know me, great. If not, my name is Sabo.

[He hesitates on what to say next. Thoughts of what had happened to him in Duplicity swirl around in his mind, and his expression reads that he's not too keen on thinking about that. He tugs on the end of a glove, shifting uncomfortably.]

I'll be getting situated here shortly. Let me know if you have a job opening or a place for me to stay for the time being. I'd appreciate it.

[OOC: NSFW warning for certain discussion topics in the tags!]

 So. I've come to the conclusion that a good barbecue makes everything seem better.

[Considering Li was currently sitting in a restaurant with a plate of messy pulled pork sitting in front of her and stabbing it with a fork? As far as she was concerned, her observation was right.]

Also, I fucking hate this time of year.

[She viciously stabs the meat in front of her before popping a chunk in her mouth and chewing.The usually angry kelpie seems to be a little more vicious than usual just by going off how she's treating her meal. After several moments of repeating this vicious attack on her food, she glances to her device and contemplates something...]

There's still a lot of questions I need to answer but, fucking hell urges are strong. So, I'd suggest any male wandering into the forests in Fayren to be careful. Either, I might accidentally kill you or well...

[She ducks her head and mutters under her breath in Gaelic for a few moments before stabbing her food violently.]

You know what, just forget I said anything. I'm just gonna enjoy my meal and then hole myself up in my cave and tell the world to fuck off. 

[A badly focused video comes first, early in the morning hours. It shows part of an armored chest, when it actually focuses enough to be actually recognized as anything at all. Then there's the sound of murmuring, and Fenris saying something rather intense sounding in a language unknown to most. And then he's saying something to someone named Hawke, who's laughter follows after. Whatever is going on, it's amusing them. It's a loud chaotic mess otherwise comprised of the general noises of someone examining a phone without having a clue of how to use one, while wearing clawed gauntlets.

Oh, nice. There's a focused and clear look at a lap now. With even more noise to go with it. Another intense sounding statement that's probably a curse comes after. The phone is dropped suddenly, and the feed ends.]


[Later, mid-afternoon, Fenris manages to post to the network again. This time nothing can be heard clearly, just rustling of fabric and motion. And it's a decently long audio clip, only ending with the sound of the phone hitting the floor, and turning off because of the impact.]


[Finally, late in the evening, a text is sent out.]

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Hey everbody, this saturday's a full moon, an' my girlfriend's birthday's comin' up an' I heard it through the grapevine she wants a moonlit beach party t' celebrate. So let's do it, eh?

Here's the thing. I wanna light up the ocean in Fayren so folks can swim without me havin' t' constantly be kickin' some dumbass sharks in the face. If y' got any ideas how we can do that, I'm all ears. 'M thinkin' somethin' we can put under the water, so if yer swimmin' or surfin' y' ain't gonna get blinded havin' lights aimed right atcha, catch me? Like more ambient shit. An' 'lectricity ain't a huge thing in Fayren but what the hell's a party without any music, know what I mean? So if y' got an idea how t' hook up a lightnin' spell t' a power converter or any other ideas how we can make a boombox work I'm all ears for that, too.

Either way, we're gonna set up a bonfire an' a barbecue for those a y' that eats that kinda shit, an' have other options 'round for those a us that uh. Don't. If y' catch my drift. Sheheheheh! Bring yer own booze or whatever the hell y' wanna drink, the rest's on us. Got a li'l schooner for sailin', boards for surfin', glow in the dark paint for art fans, an' music for dancin'. Everbody's invited t' drop in, jus' come by the beach after dark this saturday, got it?

Good.

Also did anyone else get a message sayin' they got a ranch now? An' shit, if y' know how t' do somethin' useful an' y' want a job hit me up cuz I got a shitload a hirin' t' do, I guess.

Peace out, Gatewalkers!

[On May 4th, the feed opens to a sweating skeleton who's looking down and out, in Genessia City just outside the portal. Why the not-so-cool face, big guy?]

Saturday

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I HATE THAT SANDY PLACE!!! IT'S COARSE AND ROUGH AND THERE'S MONSTERS EVERYWHERE!!! AND NOT FRIENDLY AWESOME ONES LIKE ME EITHER!! I WISH I DIDN'T FEEL INEXPLICABLY MOTIVATED TO GO THERE SO MUCH!!!

SPEAKING OF WHICH, IF YOU GO THERE TOO DESPITE MY VERY FRIENDLY ADVICE, MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GO TO THE MINES!! BECAUSE IN ONE OF THE PATHS YOU'LL FIND SOMEWHERE EXTRA, SUPER PORTALLY! THE CLOSER I GOT, THE EMPTIER I FELT! IT WAS LIKE ALL MY MEMORIES, MY VERY SOUL, WAS BEING SUCKED DRY!! THE HEADBOTHERING THAT GOES ON THERE WAS SUPERCHARGED TENFOLD!! MAYBE THAT'S THE SOURCE OF THAT ENTIRE PLACE'S PROBLEMS!?

WELL, WHATEVER THAT SELF-DELETING THING WAS, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE SHOULD GO TO THAT LAME DESERT!!

[Could Papyrus have stumbled upon the key to the other world's ills? In case you suffered Papyrus withdrawals, here's another broadcast three days later.]

Tuesday

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ABSOLUTELY EVERY ONE SHOULD GO TO THAT LAME DESERT! BECAUSE MY COWORKER AND I FOUND SOMETHING EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!!

A BOOK!! IT SAYS TO FIND FIVE PUZZLE PIECES TO SAVE THE WORLD!! HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF TIMES!! THAT'S...ALL THAT'S IN THE BOOK, REALLY. IT WASN'T VERY INTERESTING THE FIRST FEW TIMES. THAT MUST MEAN IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT!!

[Close enough.]

AS A GENIUS PUZZLE MASTER, I DEDUCE THAT THAT MEANS WE NEED TO FIND FIVE...THINGS...AND THEN CHUCK THEM IN THAT HORRIBLE SUPER-PORTAL I MENTIONED EARLIER!! THAT'LL PROBABLY SOLVE EVERYTHING!!!

HAS ANYONE FOUND FIVE THINGS?? OR EVEN ONE???

BETTER KEEP LOOKING!!! IF YOU DO, MAKE SURE YOU BRING A BUDDY!! AND IF YOU HAVE NO BUDDIES, BRING A PAPYRUS, FOR I'M THE BEST BUDDY THERE IS!! NYEH HEH HEH!

Who: Everyone
When: May 3rd - May 12th
What: Exploration, creature fighting, whatever you want.
Warnings: Potential violence.
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[It's a lovely picture perfect day in Fayren. It's bright, sunny and warm. There's not a single cloud within those crystal blue eyes and this quaint little town is bustling with life. However, something ominous lurks here within this scenic town, something small and colorful. The pint size menace is none other than a beautiful rainbow colored moth that has made its way to Fayren.

The little moth zips its way in between the market stalls, eventually landing on a piece of lumber that caught its eye. While the moth itself doesn't look out of the ordinary, some might able to see the faint red aura that surrounds the little menace. There's a reason why the local fowls won't mess with this colorful visitor and it might have something to do with a particular vampire.]

So who's going to be my first victim? [Augustine cackles as he peeks around. Yes, this bastard transmuted into a "moth" for today's shenanigans. Consider it a late "April Fool's" joke on his part.] I don't see anyone I recognize...Oh!

[The moth flutters its colorful wings once someone comes near. It hops off the lumber and lands right on the person's hair. They might be able to feel something akin to a feather light tap against the back of their temple but nothing else. The moth settles there for a moment, idly playing with the uneven strands before suddenly speaking directly to their mind---]

BOO!