Oh my, Vatheon. It seems I came back at such a turbulent time, for both myself and this underwater city.

[Hey yeah, anyone who recognizes her voice? Sounds like she's back! Huzzah and all that.]

It seems I may have to find a new place to stay, since there are just so many people living with Miss Maka and Mister Okumura now, and a job as well. That and I need to catch up on so many things.

[a pause.]

So... has anything interesting happened here since October?

[The feed clicks on and everyone gets a view full of Eridan--though something is a bit off! Firstly, he is lacking fins and has himself a pair of typical landdweller ears, and secondly... That certainly looks like the wall of the bubble behind him. See the fish swimming by? Yeah, definitely the wall.]

[One might also notice that there isn't even any buildings in view, or any hint of the ground at all--which Eridan further demonstrates in the next moment as he swings the camera around to show just how high up he is.]

Gotta say, flyin' was a bit better when I had me a pair a regal as fuck wings, but these powers ain't bad.

[The view gets filled with Eridan's smug face, but it looks forced, maybe he looks a little nervous, maybe even a little worried, but he's trying his best to just seems OH SO CONFIDENT in himself.]

I guess I can see why you like to show off your freakish powers, Sol, but I can't really say I'd trade my fuckin' fins for this. Thank fuck this ain't permanent, if it were, those bloody scientists would hawe a world of hurt waitin' for 'em.

[A haughty roll of his eyes to show how legit he is here, folks.]

Unforgiwable enough they thought it within' their right to ewen ALTER myself at all! Let alone insult me by giwin' me this rewoltin' hue--

[His expression goes from one of derision, to near worry as he realizes what he said wasn't exactly the most caste-friendly thing. Nearly stammering:]

N-Not that--uh, it really fuckin' matters a course, just. Kismesis and all. Wile thing he is.

[Eridan, just stop, turn off the damn feed before you make yourself look like even more of an idiot...]

ANYWAYS. None a that bloody matters! What matters is I'm fuckin' flyin' and enjoyin' this wiew, like none a you worthless saps can.

[A huff and then a brief pause of silence--just for ensured awkwardness.]

Whatewer, I'm fuckin' done here.

[And with that, he turns off the feed with a huff. Later peasants]

[However, even those who aren't worrying with their SFC at the moment can probably see the hipster troll floating at the very top center of the bubble and he isn't... quite moving. For some reason. Who knows. Maybe he's stuck! Too bad (for him) only people who can fly can reach him. Whoops]

Citizens of Vatheon!

[ Of course he starts with a flourish, seated at his desk with his fingers interlaced over it and his legs crossed. That leg is idly kicking in the air as he continues, now that he has your attention. ]

It has come to my attention that the city is lacking something vastly important toward its improvement.

[ And he looks perfectly serious as he says this. ]

A maid cafe!

The host club is all well and good and I certainly don't mean to undermine the staff's prime efforts in keeping the city entertained but... surely, one would see the appeal of some of Vatheon's finest in a neat and trim maid outfit, the ambiance of a brightly lit tea room and the finest sweets the city can offer.

[ And he seems perfectly bent on the idea. ]

That being said, I have personally decided to spearhead the effort myself. If we manage to drum up enough interest and doubtless we will, we shall set upon the task of making a whole cafe in itself. To start, we'll need volunteers, of course.

Females, most definitely. Human or otherwise as we do aim to cater to all who reside here.
As long as you believe you look good in one of these.

[ At that, he holds up a pink French maid outfit, all puffy sleeves and lace and miniskirt with small white apron. Where he got it from and why he has it, you're probably better off not knowing. ]

And of course we'll need a cook preferably someone skilled with pastry and dessert, someone to help manage the cafe...

Interested applicants can either reply posthaste or pay me a visit. I shall be at Ordo four for the remainder of the afternoon.

[Rin is in the Golden Victory kitchen, though for once his apron is off. His hair is slightly damp, and he's dressed in something a little odd (the one in the center) compared to his usual work uniform. No, there's no costumes this month, but he has a legitimate reason for being in something that looks more like proper host attire.

He also doesn't look too happy, either.]

So I got to start my day off with a damn blender explodin' all over me. But y'know... that ain't what's got me so irritated.

I'm hearin' some odd grumblin' around the club today. What's this crap 'bout "another Okumura"? And why the hell is everyone tellin' this guy shit about me?!

[He'll just wait (im)patiently for your answers, Vatheon.]

[Looks like someone finally decided to use his SFC! Since arriving he almost forgot he had it. Too wrapped up in exploring his new situation.

Some may find he looks familiar to a certain half-demon hot head, but their differences become more evident after a second glance, like his obviously older appearance and red eyes.

For someone relatively new he looks pretty relaxed.]

This feels like something out of a children's book. What was that story about the city under the sea? Or maybe it was washed away by the sea... Oh well!

So tell me, guys and gals- What's there to do around here? I figure if I'm gonna take an unwanted vacation I should at least check out the locals' recommendations, yeah?

[Kanaya seems a bit distant, looking away from the screen as she speaks. She sounds tired, emotionally flat and drained.]

If Vriska had something that belongs to you, please let me know. I will try to find and return any such items.

Also, I don't suppose there's ever been any record of someone entering and leaving this place, then returning a second time from a point earlier than the last time they were brought here. If that is something that has occurred before I would like to know about it.

[The SFC video feed turns on to reveal the face of what appears to be a 12-year-old boy... if 12-year-old boys had blood-red eyes and murderous glares. It's probably not helping his mood any that he has to make this announcement into a communicator shaped like a starfish of all things.]

This welcoming committee stuff is a load of crap.

Whatever coward summoned me here, show yourself so I can get this over with already. If you're prompt, I might only maim you a little for your ineptitude.

[He pauses to swat ineffectually at the faerie flitting just at the edge of the screen.]

And someone tell me why this damn thing won't leave me alone!

[A video feed clicks on, a familiar hare staring at the screen in rather bored annoyance.]

Didn't I sit through dis picture before?

[He tosses the SFC down and leans back a little, showing that he is back in his rabbit hole.]

Guess dere's always a foirst time for a sequel.