[So after one massively shock inducing weekend, someone's looking to cause nir own variety of chaos. But, first things first...]

It is time, One thinks, for a party. And it seems One is not the only to come to this conclusion.

The question comes...where and when?

[Ken bows to the device screen, worried and regretful. He would have done this in person, but he doesn't know how to get a hold of something of them.]

I wanted to apologize for my behavior this weekend. Particularly to Toph-san, Rita-san, the other girl, Lockdown-san, and Rita's other friend.

I shouldn't have used Lockdown-san as I did, as a slave. Everything.... I hope you can accept my apologies, all of you.

[Very short entry, after all, he's kind of still hating himself.]

So is it always a bad idea to send a lady pictures of your penis, or are there times where that tactic can actually work?

A friend wants to know. Not me. Honest.

[Rapunzel is hanging from what appears to be an extremely convoluted pulley system using her hair to hoist her up. And she appears to be painting, frowning slightly as she examines her work, making a few brushstrokes.]

Pascal, I can't tell, does it look okay from down there?

[Her chameleon nods, giving her a thumbs up, and she relaxes.]

Okay, great! I know the constellations are different here, and I wanna make sure I get them just right!

[She grins again.]

You think you could pass me the white shell paints? I'll trade brushes with you...

[She starts to lower herself down with her hair pulley, meeting Pascal halfway to trade brushes.]

Okay, that's been the third weekend in a row that I've spent with a book and one comfort food of choice, and I'm not even depressed. I don't think I am, anyway.

All that talk about homelands and what people used to do when they were home, well - I used to go out, almost every weekend. Don't get me wrong, grades were never a problem, school was never a problem, not counting my 'exhuberant appearance', as some of the kinder teachers would say it, but I had fun. And then I had to grow up real fast.

I'm not going to wallow or focus on the details of that, because the core reason for it is something I will never, ever be able to regret. But I have come to think that a person is responsible for how sad or how happy they are, responsible for picking themselves up if they're down and doing something - and I'm good at that. I am so very good at it. So. I'm putting my foot down on all this young adult angst. Last week, I fell into the worst cliché - cats. I found myself hugging all the cats that came my way, and I say that's enough of that.

This weekend, I am going to burn this city dancing. So you connoisseurs out there better tell me there's more than pubs for a girl to get her fun at, or I'll have to see about organizing the very first City rave.

[When the video feed comes on, it's held fairly close to the Doc. The device is actually secured in a dock on the dashboard of the DeLorean - a nice little rig he's set up, and is now taking advantage of. He's still poking at the device, but withdraws his hand when he notices it's now recording. When he pulls the hand back, you may get a glimpse of Amory int he passenger seat - who is observing, as Doc's replacement Marty intern.]

Ah-- There we are. [And with a smile,] Good evening, City. For those whom I have not had the pleasure of meeting to date, my name is Doctor Emmett Brown. Presently, I am sitting within an experimental vehicle of my design which managed to cross over from my own reality into the City along with me. Tonight I am conducting a preliminary experiment which may - possibly - eventually lead to a better understanding of the functioning of the City and its relation to our various timelines of origin. For the moment, I shall simply be determining if the vehicle's intended functions have been restored.

[There is a bit of a pause, of the dramatic variety...]

Officially commencing City temporal experiment number one.

[And with a final nod at the camera, he turns on the engine and begins to accelerate. As the car goes faster, lights inside the car activate - the flux capacitor, located in the back and visible between the two seats - comes to life, light flowing through its tubes. Through the windows, you can see the energy cackle around the car as it comes to speed until suddenly, a blinding flash and a loud boom - not of an explosion, but the sound of a drastic energy discharge - consume the feed. After that, static - a few glimpses of the inside of the car, through heavy visual distortion with no audio - and the feed goes dead.]


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