So.

[Look, there's no panic this time. And he's deliberately posting to the network, rather than accidentally doing so.]

Now that I'm relatively calmed down from showing up here -- not entirely calmed down, because really, this is the kind of place that takes at least a couple weeks to get used to -- I'm starting to realize that I need a job. As much as I was hoping this place was some kind of alternate dimension utopia where we didn't have to work, I'm pretty sure that being able to buy food and pay rent is one of those necessary things in every dimension.

If you're hiring, let me know.

[A pause, and then...]

And as an entirely unrelated to finding me employment question, what're your opinions on blind dates? Good idea? Bad idea? Hilarious idea?

[Julie's sitting on the beach outside the beach house. She has ben giving this a lot of thought and while she figures Mercedes might not want a zombie hanging around the shop, maybe Rapunzel would be more lenient because Julie does take-out and delivers orders?]

Hey, Rapunzel? I need to ask you something. A friend of mine from home arrived and they kind of need....[How to put this without offending R. That's the last thing Julie wants.]

I want to keep an eye on him.

[Well, she tried.]

Would you mind if I brought him with me on deliveries?

Oh dear, oh dear.

[ The woman on the feed has never shown her face around these parts before but oh, she knows you. ] This is bad, this is very bad.

Hello? Are you listening? It's very important that you listen. [ A frown. ] We need you to find the pieces. I know it's a lot to ask and my dear friend has already spoken to you. But you don't know what will happen if we don't find them.

[ Something skitters across the desk and she looks down. ] Yes dear, I'm asking them now. We'll be all right.

I promise, we'll be all right.