Okay.

[Rin is irritated again. What else is new.

But  this time it seems to be the fault of the current curse, so it's an irritation he can share in.

His thought bubble is floating next to him, innocent looking but displaying very... crude, childish drawings , the current one looking a bit like a stick-figure of Rin strangling what... may or may not be the thought bubble itself.]

There's a lotta weird shit here, but could some one please explain what the hell THIS is?

[He points at the bubble, which causes it to move away from him as if avoiding whatever rage he might just unleash on it. He twitches noticeably, tail swaying like an angry cat's behind him.]

This thing is annoying.

[he tries to point at it again. It moves. Again.]

... really annoying.

[he turns to stare at his bubble. The drawing changes. This time the little stick figure him is stabbing the bubble. His tail twitches, and he reaches out to try and poke it. It dodges away. Apparently only his bubble is actually afraid of him. With good reason, though. It can't be destroyed, but you'd be scared of Rin, too, if you were in that poor bubble's position.]

Why the hell won't you sit still?!

[he yells at it and turns as it darts behind his head. Forgetting the video is even on, he stands, his back and swishing tail all that can be seen for a moment before he lunges at it much like a cat chasing a moving light. This game of demon and mouse-bubble continues for quiet a while before Rin knocks his SFC down and the feed shuts off for a few seconds.

When it comes back on he's holding the thought bubble triumphantly, squeezing it like one might squeeze a bag of marshmallows. The image this time seems to have Rin as a knight or some other sort of hero, having "slain" the thought bubble. Really, the damn thing just gave up and went with getting caught instead of trying to avoid him forever.]

... yeah so. What is this thing?

Muraki~ Muraki, Muraki, Mu-ra-ki~♪ I'm bored so I'm coming to the clinic, okay?

_{[Tilting his head back, Mao spins on his heel and his SFC swings up just enough to catch a brief glimpse of the bubble following him. It's near impossible to tell just what is going on inside of it but the owner pays little attention to it. When he stops, he leans over the device to tilt his sunglasses down a hair and flash a grin.]}

And Zero~! Come out, come out where ever you are! I want to talk. It's not polite to hide so if you don't show yourself I'll just have to get it out of someone. I know we aren't the only people from our world so it won't be that difficult for me. Just be a good boy and don't keep me waiting.

_{[Then all of a sudden he seems to stop and a puzzled look crosses his face--and he sneers, one hand going up to turn the volume of his headphones up. As he does this, the bubble shifts and becomes less and less untangled until a faded image of a woman settles in its place. It still flickers in and out, constantly threatened by everyone around Mao.]}

While I'm at it, how do I get rid of this? If it's going to keep misbehaving, I'd rather just get rid of it.

[Well, that certainly is Darkleer appearing on the screen today. You would think him of all people would want to avoid showing up on the network with the thought bubbles running about. His is even right behind him, floating serenely. It's not shaped like some others may be. In fact, it's square, relatively flat, and almost seems like a window of some sort. Huh.]

[It soon becomes obvious that he's not worried because the thought window is certainly a busy little bee. Even as he pulls away from the SFC he's placed on his workbench, it's already flashing with images, all crowded against one another. Wires, motors, gears and pistons and mathematical equations of all sorts. They're stringed and pulled together, solving more than just one invention, more than one idea that he is mulling over and trying to piece together in his mind. Schematics. It's all schematics.]

[Settling himself, Darkleer adjusts his shades- still the same cheap ones he's been wearing since he gave the Psiioniic his original pair- and begins to quietly speak.]

I normally do not indulge in video, but something seems that for some reason, the buttons on my communicator have yet to work. It is going to take a while to fix them properly, so I decided that I would simply make a post now.

[In one corner of the thought window, another schematic is being made, the lines in blue. It looks like a large bird of some kind, but it disappears from view quick enough.]

The last time I contacted the network, it was to discuss a way of learning more about this place. In one of the conversations I had, we discussed about the invasions Vatheon is occasionally prone to. It was agreed that multiple safehouses set across the bubble.

[If one is looking closely, behind all the ideas and inventions and schematics that is in Darkleer's mind, they could possibly see a map of Vatheon.]

When I say 'multiple' safehouses, I do not mean every second building, nor do I mean a fortified fortress. But it would be ill advised to have merely one safehouse. What if someone is on an entirely different level of the city, after all?

I would like input on this idea.

[Encrypted to the Vatheon Defense Force]

After recent events that have been occurring, particularly to individuals that I know, I would like to offer some assistance. While normally the residents of this city are more or less... peaceful, I have noticed an increase, however brief, in dangerous individuals coming to the city. Their targets are not always able to use their communication device to contact help.

I'd like to discuss a solution I have in mind. Preferably with those in charge, but I believe the rest of you should have your own say as well.

[Two new images in the thought window: one dissecting an intricate mechanical bug and another of, strangely enough, a bow and arrow.]

[Encrypted to Dualscar.]

[Darkleer pause for a moment, a bit awkward before clearing his throat.]

If you are not busy with other matters, sir, I believe we should speak. Preferably in person.

[The image of the mechanical bug from before is made a bit more obvious amongst everything else, the wings color-coded, strangely enough, in orange as more details are put into them, constantly being rearranged and configured to Darkleer's liking.]

[Aya turns on the video to show off the interior of a flower shop. Of course a thought bubble is floating near his head but he's apparently not paying attention to the way it says That should do it. and instead just starts to speak.]

I got my flower shop set up. This will be the Koneko no Sumu Ie.

I know there were some who wanted to work here and I would be interested in having you help me still. [And I will have to train some of you...] Feel free to stop by when you can and we can discuss schedules and so one.

For those of you who are wondering, I am Aya Fujimiya. I will be the owner of this place.

Thank you for your time.

[I better go make some arrangements. And with that he hangs up.]

[Ah, hello Vatheon. It's been awhile! Who is this popping up everywhere onto the screens in the most public broadcast ever, it's Jack! He's been around for some time due to being busy in the gardens and with Canada duh!]

Hello everyone! How about this thought bubble contraption coming back.. [The bubble beside his head might say differently, the mood is different in the bubble as well. 'They will judge you if they see what is inside, Jack!'

Wait, no one saw that right, good!] Does anyone feel the need to talk about their bubbles? Is something..on your mind? ['You try to throw this off of yourself, Jack, but this thought it going to pester you all week!'. Thought bubbles are a pain..]

Feel free to contact me any time of the week if you feel the need to!