[Marcello was ungrateful for the rest he had been given. It was no fun depending on others or on anyone who you found it easier to detest. So he had packed his things and gone almost as quickly as his vision returned to his eyes. He had left without saying a word. It was not easy.

This time, he gave up trying to hurt his brother with words of his own. He sought those of others instead - but not to use them against Angelo, either.]

Greetings. Now I have recovered my health, I will ask this question: in this city, what parts are there to play for a man trained in the holy orders? The boredom of leisure is intolerable. I cannot see myself sat here doing nothing.

Regardless, I speak primarily of martial combat. I am also familiar with a wide range of literature. I equally acquainted with my world's scriptures, though that area is... Faith no longer interests me. I am perfectly willing to detail them for those who are interested, however.

Oh, this ridiculous place, honestly. Always having to interfere with my work at the most inconvenient moments!

[When Rarity shows up on the screen she's just finished adding the finishing touches to a couple of boxes, each one filled with the orders she took a couple of weeks ago. Once she's through tightening a ribbon, she neatly collects all of the boxes with her magic then places them carefully into her white, diamond encrusted saddle bag.]

Ah! There now. For those of you who ordered a piece from me, I am pleased to say that this week I will be delivering them to you as soon as you are ready! My sincerest apologies for the delay. As you all know, the dome is not very pleasant with all the atrocious interruptions. Simply say the word and I shall make the necessary arrangements at your request~

Hmmm... now where is my darling Sapphire? I thought she was going to accompany me on my--

Meeooooowwwwww!

Huh?

[Wide-eyed, Rarity leaves for only a moment to peer out the window where she hears a familiar, robotic meow... then there's a panicked gasp.]

SAPPHIRE! DARLING! However did you get up in the tree!? Hold on, my dear! Mama's coming!

[And with that she abruptly shuts off the feed to go charging downstairs to rescue her poor robot cat!]

[Mr. D had spent the last week or so confined in his place of residence until the shenanigans around the city calmed down. If anything had happened to him during that time, he wasn't talking about it.

[Now, he is sitting in the park with a deck of playing cards in his hand, flipping them between is fingers expertly to shuffle them as he talks. He's actually bored enough at the moment to request company of others. It's shocking, really.]

If anyone thinks they are up to a fearsome challenge, I have just the game for you. Meet me in the park, and show me what you're made out of. You will be judged harshly on your performance, because I doubt anyone will be able to beat me.

[He fans the cards out to hide his mouth as he speaks his parting lines.]

Don't worry if you aren't familiar with the game. I will train you. Every civilized man should at least learn the basic rules of pinochle.

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UGH!

How many times is this going to happen to me!? It is absolutely unacceptable! OOOOH!

[There's some sputtering and growling on the other screen followed by hooves pitter-pattering on the ground. After a beat, however, the voice stops along with the sound of dripping water as Rarity uses her magic to clean herself up. Ugh. She hates it when her mane gets wet!]

Ah. That is much better.

[And with that the communicator floats up to eye level so Rarity can properly address everyone watching. Surprisingly, her mane looks just as perfectly curled and shining as ever without any sign she had been soaked.

She's back in her room, it seems, after being brought right back to Vatheon in a huge puddle of water just like the first time, and around her are several rolls of fabrics in all shades and styles, scissors and pins and needles all neatly tucked away into appropriate bins, but most importantly for this broadcast are several different pieces of jewelry scattered on the table.]

Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was just about to announce my new line of custom and hoof made, one of a kind jewelry~! You see, I managed to get my hooves on a few more beautiful gems for my projects, and I must say my newest creations are most exquisite!

Now, as you can see I have completed quite a few different styles of earrings and bracelets, but I can also create necklaces, headpieces, rings, and brooches, just to name a few~

For those of you without pierced ears, I do offer clip on versions of all the designs I make! I'm afraid I will not do the piercing myself as it can be, ahem, quite messy. But nevertheless! For a reasonable amount of starfish tokens depending on the style you specify, I shall be more than willing to take down orders as soon as possible! Beauty should be priceless, but not worth an arm and a hoof~

Let me know if you are interested! There is no task Rarity cannot do~!

[~*~*~BEAM~*~*~]

[That is one close up face in that feed there. Hello Vatheon, meet the Lord of Chaos himself. Also known as Klarion. To be honest the last thing this guy remembers is helping out Savage. The next thing he knows he's waking up in a place that looks like the atlanian's city, with a disgruntle Teekl sitting on his chest and yowling at him.

However that was yesterday. After some exploration and a handy little pamphlet he has decided this could be a lot more fun than he had originally expected.]

Well hello meat bags of Vatheon.

[The grin on his face is wide and obviously a little unstable. As he backs up he reaches a hand up to scratch Teekl behind the ear.]

Merow.

Yes Teekl I was getting to that.

Merow....

Yes I know! [He huffed before continuing, grinning once more.] Just a heads up, the chaos starts now.

[Oh if only he knew how chaotic Vatheon could really be. As it is he doesn't...]

[Here's a rare face of the almost hermit of a marine. He's smoking as much as ever, two cigars at a time, and he appears to be in a kitchen making... ice cream?]

So I overdid my recipe and I have a ton extra ingredients. And I don't want to waste it, so does anyone want some ice cream? If you have the recipe I'll make a different flavor. [If you think this is strange, it's called tsundere. Also it's about to get stranger.]

[Because Sanji chooses that exact moment to wander into the kitchen, also smoking, though he's only got one cigarette dangling at the edge of his mouth. He's absently scratching the back of his head and sounds almost bored when he speaks.]

Oi, shitty cigar man, think I'm gonna make sushi for lunch, you want anythi—

[He stops suddenly, seeing the mess in Smoker's HIS kitchen (and if there's not really a mess, well, there's shit out and some kinda food being made and it's not by Sanji's hands, ergo...mess), and his entire demeanor changes in 0.2 seconds.]

The hell are you doing?!

[Smoker looks incredibly annoyed and points to the ice cream supplies.] Cooking. In my kitchen. [A stubborn arm fold. Aw no, shit's about to get real.]

[Sanji just snorts, because your kitchen? Oh Smoker.] Tch, stopped being yours the second I moved in. [He stomps over, eyeing the ingredients.] Ice cream? [Then he spots the SFC, and promptly shoots Smoker an incredulous look.]

Are you recording yourself making ice cream? What, starting some kinda shitty cooking program?

Oi, who the hell said you could move in? [Smoker's distracted with flushing again though, and he shakes his head, mumbling.] No, I just made too much.... Shut up! [And with that he storms out. Defeated by his own tsun.]

[Raises an eyebrow as he watches him go, mostly just kind of amused.] That idiot... [Checks out the ingredients again, and you know, there really is a lot left. And Smoker just left it all out. Sanji's not about to let anything go to waste, and hey, the shitty starfish is still recording, right?

So he gets all up in the thing's camera, grinning like a moron.]

Good afternoon, beautiful ladies of Vatheon~! Seems I've got all the supplies here for ice cream sundaes! [Clasps his hands together up by his face.] Or perhaps you'd all like to come over for a romantic candlelight dinner first?? [SMOLDERING LOOK.] We can have dessert later~

[But that look doesn't last long, because the idea of any women coming over sets Sanji off twirling around, spewing hearts and babbling randomness like "MELLORINE, MEEEELLORINE~!" annnd that's too much for even the SFC to deal with, so the video feed thankfully cuts off!]

[There is absolutely no sense in not acknowledging that something has happened, all the polite worries of "I don't want to be a bother" aside. This is a big change, and though Maka is not going to let it break her down, it still hurts like hell.

Thus, when the feed clicks on, Maka's voice is steady, but completely lacking in any sort of emotion.]

Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you're doing, but Rin Okumura has gone home.

[She shouldn't be upset, she has no right to, she knew this would happen eventually. Nothing lasts forever.

No, she shouldn't be negative and mope, he might come back after all.]

I just thought anybody that knew him might like to know. [A pause before she adds:] And if you think that gives you a right to punch him when he comes back, you'll have to go through me first.

[That final confirmation reassures herself, falsely or not. Yes, he will come back, giving up hope is the absolute last thing she should be doing right now.]

Thank you for your time. Sorry for the bother again.

[Now that the curse is over, Anya has some important questions that actually don't involve sex or money. Well, mostly.]

So, I got that the coral has a hold on us thanks to these cultist tattoos. I didn't realize it could make us all act loony enough to think we were comic book supervillains--or superheroes--but all right, they can use it to mess with our heads.

How did the whole... city-changing part work? Was that a perception thing, did we all just think we were robbing banks? Or did something physically change into real sacks of money for that week? ... Not that I was robbing banks, and if I was, I couldn't be held accountable for my actions.

I know this last curse was pretty harmless because no one ever really dies in comic books... or sometimes in real life... But I'd like to know just how much reality-bending power this thing has.

[He's not making a video because he doesn't want people seeing him in his condition.]

From a week previous, I have been living at my brother's residence. Please forward any correspondence to his address.

[There's a respectful silence.]

I also wish to apologise on his behalf for a disturbance his tomfoolery caused not long ago; doubtlessly some amongst you have witnessed its outcome. I am highly apologetic for such regrettable destruction, and I do not believe I shall permit my brother to forget the consequences of his actions, which shame us both.

In a few minutes, consider his misdemeanour punished. But first I wish to be informed of any establishments that don't cheat you out of your money. Or, perhaps of a library in this city. I do not believe I have come across one during my short time here, and a library in a place such as this must be full of books.

I could use the distraction at the moment, and I admit I shall be glad to find one.

[The video feed starts with focusing on Leo's face.]

Since I got my hands on some celestial bronze I started making some really awesome stands to use with the starfish communicators. They're super portable and attach to the SFC like a cellphone charm.

[He turns his SFC away from his face (it's sitting on his stand) and holds up a charm that's shaped like Dirk's sunglasses. It's not very big and it's attached to Dirk's SFC by a short cord. He talks from off camera.]

So they start out looking like this, but in whatever shape you want. I've also made a bunny shaped one and mine's shaped like a hammer. I can do pretty much any simple shape you want. Anyway. All you gotta do to turn it into a stand it give it a little push like this.

[He grabs the charm by both ends of the glasses and lightly pushes them closer together at the top. The glasses open and a stand begins to come out of it, extending more metal than it looks like it could feasibly hold. When it's done he sets the stand on the table and Dirk's SFC is sitting on top of it, the sunglasses are open at the top of the stand.]

And then you've got a stand for hands free SFC use. And it retracts easily when you're ready to pack it up and go.

[He adjusts the sunglasses in the opposite direction and the stand begins to retract. He grabs hold of Dirk's SFC so it doesn't fall. He turns his SFC back to face him.]

Thanks to Dirk, I got the idea that I should sell these. So if you want your own custom stand just let me know. It'll cost 30 starfish tokens, but I'm willing to barter.

[After very little interest last time, Leo tries a slightly different tactic on selling the password app.]

Also wanted to remind everyone that if you want some added security for your SFC, I've got a password app for it that will keep anyone from accessing your SFC without whatever code you set. It's free with a SFC charm stand, or 5 starfish tokens if that's all you want.