Okay, I think I've put it off long enough.

[Penny looks very solemn today. The video doesn't hint at any reason for this solemnity; what's visible of the Welcome Center's interior appears to be intact and today has been mercifully curse-free.]

I'm really, really sorry for being a jerk. I know it's no excuse, but there was this whole thing with a robot handing out evil tea and I said I bunch of awful things and was I just... horrible, to everyone. I've been trying to think of a way to make up for it, but I've got nothing. I mean, I did make cupcakes. Guilt cupcakes. That doesn't exactly make up for it, but if you want to eat one and ease my guilt, they're here.

[And pan to kitchenette. The counters are populated by enough cupcakes to feed a moderately-hungry army.]

I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do to make up for how terrible I was, let me know? I have enough apologies for the whole City.

And Chase...? I feel like we should probably talk. If you want, I mean. It's fine if you don't.


[ooc: Followup to Penny-Being-A-Jerk-Because-Tea.]

[ She totally should have made this post ages ago, but she's still not sure she knows how this device works. She only hopes that she manages to actually send her message out. ]

I would like to join the police force in an official capacity. [ As opposed to being unofficially on duty all the time. ] I believe I spoke to a few members of the force last time I posted here. Could someone inform me of the necessary procedures? I'm afraid I can't provide any references, but somehow I doubt that that is a problem here.

[ But now, here is the other question that she really wanted to ask. ] The prison on the island, the one raised a few weeks ago. Has anyone determined why it has appeared? We don't seem to need it now that the ghouls have gone.

[It's late morning, and Zeb is definitely looking worse for the wear from the following night. His hair is tousled, and he has the bleary, tired look of someone well hungover, but relatively certain it was worth it.]

I didn't think it was possible, but I think I got even more wasted than last year. Last night must've been seriously awesome.

Axl. I made you breakfast. Where are you? [He actually looks quite dejected, but his own assumption of why his flatmate's missing leaves him looking pretty excited.]

Wait, did you go home with some chick last night? I haven't seen you do that since- [Gaia.] ...we got here.

[That save was really not as subtle as he'd have liked, so Zeb decides to skip whatever else he might've had to say and wrap it up quickly.]

Anyway, we should come back, bro. And bring bacon. We're nearly out.