[ Snow in April is strange enough. While not unheard of for Chicago, it's the sudden appearance of it and in such quantity that leads him to ask around for answers.

The recording shows a man seated in a fairly empty restaurant. He has finished the tail end of a conversation, it seems, dismissively waving off some figure off-camera. Once he settles back in his seat, he gives the device a long, skeptical glance. Regardless of whether or not he gets the response as residents have told him he should, he proceeds to do what he does best: talk. ]

The fuck's this, then? I got things to do, now I'm stuck in this goddamn winter wonderland until someone else says so?

[ Because patience is a virtue overrated. ]

Who do I gotta talk to?

[Nobori is indoors somewhere, recorded from above by something rather unstable. Whoever is recording is either incredibly tall, hanging off the cieling, or capable of flight... and constantly bobbing up and down.]

Ladies and gentlemen, forgive me for the delay in the schedule; it was entirely my fault. Also, I have a proposal I would like to make, but, as in all things, first thing's first!

[In addition to the odd delivery, as if he's making some sort of announcement over a public broadcasting system, Nobori throws out a hand with theatrical flourish, pointing with his index finger. For how ridiculous it all seems, he's certainly taking the matter very seriously judging by the grave look on his face. It's kind of funny. (He's going to be doing that pointing thing throughout this, isn't he?)]

I believe I owe some of you both apologies and words of gratitude. First of all, I am grateful and indebted to both Mr. Valentine and my partner Chandela for all their help. It was very foolish of me to carelessly endanger myself. I am indebted to you and I hope you forgive me.

[He proceeds to bow deeply, before rising again. He gestures again.
The recording wobbles quite a bit here, before flitting around to record from a different angle. Nobori turns to face the camera again.]

Now, proceeding onwards to the next station!

I also wish to extend my sincerest apologies to the one who advised me to find lodgings here. I have no excuse for brazenly ignoring his suggestion and I deeply regret it. That was thoroughly unprofessional and unlike myself; it's always important to check safety before carrying out any action! I will take greater care to do so in the future.

[He bows once more, then rises.]

We have now arrived at the last stop! I would like to suggest recording of arrivals, in addition to recording departures. In other words, keeping records of all newcomers to this City, in addition to the existing record of those who have left it. I have prior experience in keeping logs, so if there is enough interest but no one who wishes to take on the task, it would be my pleasure to create and maintain it!

Finally, I believe I made a promise to a certain young woman to allow her to meet Chandela... if she is still interested, I will gladly fulfill that promise.

That is all. Thank you for listening. This has been an announcement by Subway Master Nobori. [He salutes, before throwing out a hand.] All aboard!

[Thanks to the activity yesterday - thank you, Deities - Hermione isn't looking very rested. She has managed to take a shower, however. Her hair is damp and slightly curlier than usual. She also seems to be wearing an oversized coat - which, truthfully, could double for a robe.]

I certainly hope the City isn't quite so lively tonight. [She drags her hair into a messy ponytail, her forehead furrowed.] I think I have the proper ingredients to make a sleep aid for myself, but I'd rather not use them unless I absolutely have to.

[Rubbing over her face, she picks up a quill and writes something down. Notes are important to Hermione J. Granger. Even if something doesn't ring a bell right now, it could later. One of her worst fears is being in a situation and not knowing the answer to a problem.]

If anyone (or anything) prowls around my room, I won't hesitate in Hexing you. [That's a fair warning, right? She rises from her chair and walks to a window.]

Once I'm rested, I would like to either obtain employment or attend a school - if one exists in the City. Perhaps both. [She is prone to being very busy.]

[Private to Percy & Ginny]

Percy? Ginny? Can you give me any leads?

[/]

Happy Boxing-

[There's a long, long, long pause]

I'm a bit on my ba-

[And another pause. She's drunk.]

Shouldn't 've....had that last beer.

[Where was she? OH RIGHT.]

Quiet December. Did anyone kiss Frankie? No one best have. I'll punch you, I fucking promise. On the nose. Face. Whatever.

Happy Boxing Day, anyway.