[404 ERROR screen of death blips before everything is a-okay. For now...]

[video feed]
[Say. Here's a familiar face. He is sitting cross-legged on a dirt floor. Behind him is a familiar slogan banner sorta worn some.]

Yo. Everybody be careful out there. It's getting ugly. I don't even know how many of you got thrown into the slammer. If we have to bust in again to get you to really feel us, we will.

[His palms rub together before resting on his knees as he continues.]

Listen, words are only words but you're all about killing me here. We want the same thing.

[To make a point he brings the camera angle to his mouth and fairly imperfect teeth.]

THE DEITIES HAVE TO BE STOPPED.

[He pulls back. The camera jumbles a little then steadies obviously in someone else's capable hands.]

My comrades and I are not going to pussyfoot around. We formally declare war on Lina, Laszlo Jamf and M. S. Fice. You will stand down. You will suffer for your unfair rule and crimes. Those watchdogs are not going to keep us down. Anyone of them that tries to lay a hand on a free man or woman will be terminated. Does that do anything for you?

[Solid enough there for you? He shakes his head.]

You think it's bad now, Cityzens? I know it'll get worse before it gets better. Join us, we're already comrades at heart. Inaction will only hinder the cause. You're playing right into their hands, becoming their weapon. This is war. That would make you the enemy wouldn't it?

[Standing up now.]

The heat is on.

[The face peering out of the screen is confused and just a little bit wary, as if the device she's looking at may very well bite her. It's also likely, again based on the young girls expression, that she may very well bite back.

She's not terribly new, per se. She's been here for a few days and has spent most of her time skulking around, searching hard for something and hiding from everyone that came too close. She took enough time out to watch how people used the device, and only just now decided to get it running.

She's also a bit dirty. Her hair's tangled with the withered, faded remnants of a wreath of flowers and there's smudges on her face. Possibly even tear tracks that are a little fresher than she'll care to admit.

There's a cautious look in her eyes, the kind of look seen only on a wild animal that isn't sure if it's been cornered or not.

When she speaks, her sentences are short. There's no young child babble from her.

New girl has a question. Listen up.]

My sister is...['Dead' is the word that goes in the pause, but she opts for something else with a bit of hope in her voice.] missing. She's six and she was wearing a white dress. Her face is dirty and her name is Lilly.

[Another pause and a moment where she shakes her head just a bit, as if she feels stupid for asking.]

If you see her, tell her Victoria's looking for her and to stay.

[Not 'wait.' The word 'stay' is important. She knows how to speak to her sister. Stay is a word Lilly knows.

And then the device just shuts off on Victoria's end. She's only been on a few minutes and she's already had enough. For now, it's time to resume her search for Lilly.]

Such a busy month we have been having. Arrests, ban on powers, breakouts... It is certain we have avoided being bored, of that I am certain.

[There's a small puff as he were...smoking?]

The month has yet to finish as well. I do wonder what else is in store for the good citizens of this place.

Do take care. I will pray for your safety.

Um. I- huh.

[For at least a minute, there is silence. Well. Sort of. Pabu the fire ferret supplies a few perplexed chirps to break up the monotony!]

So, I was thinking- [ANOTHER CHIRP, and this one actually sounds surprised] - Pabu, come on! I think! I am a deep thinker!

…Okay, fine, maybe my brain is not an ocean. Maybe it’s a lake. A deep lake. But honestly, who wants a mind full of saltwater, anyway????? Do you know how dehydra- wow. I’m not going to ride that train to the last stop. Anyway, I was thinking- [There’s a brief pause in which one could imagine he’s giving his fire ferret the old stink eye, because…that is what he is doing.] -that we might’ve gotten lost. Slightly. Slightly lost. [He sighs, and there’s a rustling sound as he shoves his hands in his pockets.] Wait.

[More rustling, more chirps, and then a very loud exclamation, followed by-.] Communicator…thing! And BUTTONS. Pabu! Buttons! [Mashing a few- OH HEY. it’s Bolin’s face, up close and personal. He points excitedly at the camera, and then looks over at Pabu, perched in his customary spot on Bolin’s shoulder. The human of the duo feels the need to rinse and repeat a couple times. He gets it out of his system eventually, and faces the camera again.]

Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooo, City!

...huh. You know, with everything that's been going on this month...heck, everything this past week, I totally forgot about my birthday. Guess with everything that's been happening, doing birthday stuff was sort of secondary.

Still, I think I'm gonna bake cupcakes or something, while the day is quiet and curse free. Goodness knows that won't last...!

Almost three years here...three years, three birthday...and still no floating lanterns. Ah well.