[Appearing on screen is a redheaded teen, eyebrows drawn in frustration. Still, there's not the outrage that could be coming from her, which is better for all around. She's also gotten herself some regular clothes by now, meaning she's not in the plugsuit she arrived in.]

Since I haven't found a way back yet and whoever's in charge is too cowardly to contact me, I guess I should ask some questions for the time I'm here. It's January here, right? How am I supposed to count that? It wasn't even my birthday yet in my world, but you're all convinced that's the right date here, so am I just supposed to count myself older? Some birthday, in that case.

But more importantly.

[She crosses her arms, expression turning sterner.]

How does time works outside this place? Someone tried to tell me it stops while I'm here, but her story was so sketchy that I don't know if I can believe her. It would be better if it were true, but I'm not going to buy into it just based off my own hope. I'm not that kind of idiot, so if you're going to try to explain it one way or another, you better have backup!

And one last thing: I've looked through the list of names on this thing and I don't see anyone I know. I haven't seen them around town either, and while First is so quiet I wouldn't be surprised if I missed her, I probably would have spotted someone by now otherwise.

[Not all she has in mind are faces she'd want to see, but that's a little beside the point right now.]

But that's it. If you have information, I'm listening, but otherwise don't bother me. I don't have time for idiots, you understand?

[And with that, the video ends.]

[Darcy is annoyed.

Darcy is wet.

Darcy is not happy. ]

Someone here had better be able to fix a wet taser. Or get me a new one. ASAP.

[With her free hand she holds up a moist, crumpled brochure.]

Unfortunately I didn't see anything about that in here. If I'd known I was going to be taking a water ride today I would have put it in a plastic bag first, but you know, I must have just missed my invitation in the mail.

[She sighs and pushes aside some of her wet hair that's clinging to her face.]

Other than that I guess I need a place to crash? At least until things start making sense again.

[Roxas sits in his room, turning a red-colored candle over in his hands. Several more sit on the nightstand nearby.]

What are some things you can do by candlelight that are sort of- you know, romantic? Singing seems kind of silly...

[He pauses to sniff the candle, looking a little surprised. Yes, he just realized now that they're scented.]

Oh. And what's a "casanova"?

It seems as if the arrival cycle is over now. Allow me to extend a belated welcome to everyone who was pulled into Vatheon this past cycle. My name is Zelda, and I work with the Welcoming Committee here. Please drop by if you have any questions about our current situation as foreigners in the city. You are also free to ask me here, though there are some topics I would prefer to not discuss over the network.

I would also like to encourage new arrivals that are capable of fighting to look into joining the Defense Force. While things are generally peaceful here, there are some dangerous situations from time to time. Death is not permanent in this place, but it is still rather traumatic and we should do our best to avoid having it happen. If you are interested, please get in touch with Serph or Ky Kiske.