First of all, I apologize for my actions during the weekend. I am not sure how many I had contact with but know that I am willing to make proper amends.

[ A pause here, and Flynn smiles n_n ]

Another matter I'd like to bring up: Was- [ Flynn thinks of how to put this request/question to words properly ] Did anyone see Yuri during the weekend? And more importantly, did anyone think to take a picture of him?

As you may know, he was-- or, well, I remember him to have been in full Imperial Commandant's regalia. I had hoped someone thought to keep a record of that. I, regretfully, didn't think to do so in my state during the weekend...

It would have been a wonderful addition to our small gallery at the kitchen...

Gimme that-!

[The camera is jostled as Yuri tries to wrestle the camera out of Flynn's hands. And then it is promptly switched off before Flynn can say anything-- ]

[He didn't post the day before, too busy trying to look after Kira, enjoying his freedom and getting something right in his head. He has something really important to say, and he needs to make sure this is worded perfectly. But screw it, he'll just toss that out and say whatever comes to mind when he gets there.]

Just so you know, some of you suck at taking care of kids. Still, sorry if I gave you any trouble. Gabriel, you were awesome, though. Kira-senpai, thanks for putting up with me.

Charlie, thanks for looking out for me. I know I can be a handful, and you at least tried to help put me in the right direction.

Katan, don't be such a push over. If you want something, go for it. Don't let anyone else influence that.

Raphael.... Unh. I didn't really mean it, what I said? I was a stupid kid, okay. Except I might've had something with the parent talk. ALSO, I didn't forget, you LIAR!

Hey, Karl! Was that little guy you? Sharl?

And Rosiel. You're ugly. Stop asking little kids such weird ass questions!

[DEITY FILTER]

[Because, yes, Setsuna can filter. Wow. Go figure.]

So, I gotta talk to you guys about something. And for once I don't feel like blowin' off your heads.

I have a question, City.

[This time he's very careful not to let anything show he doesn't want to show. Just his face, looking thoughtful, and him talking calm and collected.]

Is there any theory why some seem to be affected by curses more frequently than others?

Are there any other theories anyone has about the nature of curses and this place?

[Jack is multi-tasking. He's shopping for shirts in Cinna's shop while simultaneously looking for a job and catching up with Gwen. He's pulled on a nice dress shirt and buttoned a fitted vest over it. He flips on the video and without filters smiles brilliantly into the screen.]

Gwen! Rose! I need opinions and yes, I'm actually asking for yours. Either of you. Both of you. My closet is very sad right now. Cinna, I could use some replacement coats for those just in case moments that tend to arise now and then.

[He's obviously both inspecting himself in a mirror that is beyond the device and continuing to chat away as his hands come up to smooth back the sides of his hair. He might be thinking he needs a haircut.]

And while I'm bothering everyone, I'd like to speak with Tony Stark or anyone who runs City Solutions. I need a job.

And Doctors, next time you hold a party like the one you held this weekend, I expect to be invited.

[And now he's done, the video feed ending abruptly as he goes off in search of more clothing to make him look even more spectacular, of course.]

[Voice Post]

[The audio here starts out with somewhat of a long pause, as though the speaker switched on the recorder a little too soon, before she was really quite ready to start speaking. There isn't much background noise to fill in the gap, either; no footsteps, no sounds of nature crowding in. By and large, it's just...dead air. But then, carefully, a voice does speak: ]

I was...I'd planned to start this off with, um...with an apology, for the way I was behaving this past weekend, with the curse, and I really am very sorry for that, but it seems a bit...

[She trails off. Another long pause.]

It's just...I found out today that I'm to have the Blue Light now, and I thought that must be a mistake, because it belongs to--

[A pause again.]

But I'm glad, though! I'm glad, really, because--because they were all here for a while but he was always late, or a little behind, and then they all had to go and he was behind again and I--well, it was horrible, really, and he was so sad, and I worried so much for so long. So it's better that the time came for him to catch up again, isn't it? It's better, and...

[Another pause, and this time when her voice resumes, it's small, and more to herself than to the microphone.]

...and oh, it's--May the first, it's Lucy's birthday. I wonder if that means she got her wish? I'm sure that's what it would've been.

[The narration breaks here with some sniffling and shuddered breathing, accompanied by the rustle of fabric as she wipes her eyes on her sleeve.]

I've had to...say quite a few of these, you know, being here for so long and seeing so many people come and go and each time I get a little more practice at it, but it still never seems to come any easier, and...it's just, Edmund's...

[But she stops, because her voice cracks just a little, and it's small and almost pleading when it's finally heard again.]

Edmund, I don't know anything about managing a place like that, you awful--

[Silence. After a minute, she speaks one last time, and this time her composure is back.]

It's just, Edmund's gone home, and he's left me to look after his things, so if anyone could please--that is, I think I know most of you at the Blue Light already, just from visiting for so long, but it'd still be good for us to speak, I think, so if you could please get in touch with me I'd very much appreciate it. And if...anyone knows anything about where to start, in looking after a place like that, I'd very much appreciate the advice, too.

[And then the audio ends, while her voice is still strong, before it has the chance to crack again.]


[OOC: Bawww, Edmund. Another best friend gone from the City, and accordingly, Rosella is sad.

Blue Light People, I'll probably be posting a roundup to the tl;dr comm soon, and I'll link it here so I can get a headcount of you OOCly for my own reference! But feel free to reply here ICly, or we can just handwave that you did; either works for me. ETA: Roundup post is here!]

So when a man buys you clothes, is it a not so subtle hint that the jeans and shirts and such isn't a good thing, or is it just him being nice? Maybe his own vanity?

Cinna, as always, visiting your shop was a treat.

[This was meant to be filtered, but Ken's too upset to filter properly. Sorry, it's public now, kid. It's a static filled message. But when the static clears, a distraught Ken, trying to catch his breath, is clutching his head and fretting, and behind him...it might look like the City, but it's lonely, empty, and very foggy.][Some of that cuts out and he doesn't even notice.] go?

You were here. Then I used the device. [STATIC.] -outside. It looks like the City but [Oh, what's that? Can't hear you!] get back?

[He's trembling as the feed is cut off.]