[When the SFC turns on, Angelo can be seen dressed in a well tailored suit. This is the first time he's done something important, so he wants to make a good impression. Taking a brief moment to clear his throat, he's smiling at the camera. Or at the very least, he's faking that smile. For whose familiar with the accent as well, it will be one of the British/English variety.]

Good day citizens of Vatheon, I have two announcements. The first is an important announcement on behalf of our Golden Victory Host Club. As many of you are aware, our former president Zelos departed and recently returned to the fair city. However despite this situation and prior to Zelos' return to the city, we still made the decision to go forward and change management. The new heads of the host club are the former vice president Peony and I, the great Angelo, am its new vice president. In regards to the rest of the club, no changes will be made and we are in fact looking for more people to stop by. So if you're interested in either stopping by or becoming a member of the club, do feel free to come by or let us know. Furthermore, with the changing of management, any questions about our club can be directed to myself or Peony either by SFC voicemail or in person.

[He keeps up that smile while making the second announcement, even if deep down, this is hurting way more than it should.]

The second announcement is more of a personal one. For those who knew my adopted daughter Ib, I'm afraid to say she's been taken away from the city back to her home. I personally believe she'll be much safer there than here, so I'm glad she was able to make it home. Though I'm sure she will be deeply missed by those who knew her, so please remember her for the time she was here.

[This may seem like an accidental broadcast, and in some ways it is, but the person on the other end with the mint-green hair appears to be rather intently focused on the SFC. He's pressing buttons, attempting to understand the device via trial and error. The video goes on and off a couple of times, before eventually coming on and staying on.

Whoever he is, he's every bit the new arrival in appearances, with that mess of hair sopping wet, and his white button down and black undershirt just as damp. Not that he's bothered any. Even the fact that his bangs are hanging in his eyes doesn't stop him from keeping his attention completely on the SFC. Something tall and furry is also wandering around behind him, poking it's snout over his shoulder from time to time to stare at what's in this teenager's hands with intense bright blue eyes.

Eventually text accompanies the video.]

Hello

[Before he can continue type more, though, the creature reaches over with a clawed paw and takes it away from him, making the view shift wildly, and it prompts the teen to speak, though he hardly seems angry.]

Zoroark, give that back. I wasn't finished.

[The creature doesn't speak, but it gives a look to N, and it turns it over so that the video is on his face completely. N's voice can still be heard speaking to him, though.]

Yes, I know, we'll find something to eat later. Taking my things away isn't going to make me go any faster.

[The Zoroark huffs, and as he goes to hand the SFC back the video feed turns off. Oops.]

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[N has managed to find the towels on his own, but he might still seem a little lost, and he's got a hungry Zoroark that keeps pawing at him even as he tries to get his mass of hair dry. It's an interesting scene to watch, at least?]

Recent.. ah, personal events have given me cause to wonder.. and with the range of experience and potential views within this place, I find that I am compelled to ask...

What is the purpose of 'dating', in a romantic sense, in your respective cultures?

[ To be honest waking up soaking wet in the middle of an unknown town was probably not the strangest way he had ever woken up.  There had been that time he woke up in prison wearing a.. nope.  Let's leave that memory where it belongs.  Forgotten.  At least this place was polite, leaving him a nice brochure explaining the place and all, and also a tunic that somehow let you breathe underwater? That was pretty cool... even better since apparently it was a gift from a Princess.  He'd have to make sure to thank her personally at some point.

But for now... there was something distracting on hand.  This star fish thingy.  It demanded that he play with it RIGHT NOW. ]

Heeeey.  Can anyone really see me on here?

[ He smiles bright;y and waves, his tail wagging happily behind him. ]

Hi! I guess I'm new in town.  And pretty wet.  Luckily a mysterious princess provided me with a nice dry magical shirt so I'm doing pretty good right now! Well mostly, I mean as good as I can considering I've just been sucked out of my world by mysterious god-coral.

[ He could never be too upset about something that was possibly and adventure.  Adventures meant treasure and excitement and pretty girls! ]

If anyone has the heart to help this poor actor out, I'd love to learn more about this place.  I think there's probably a lot here I've never seen before!

[ Cloud looks only slightly irritated. Though, for him, that might mean he's extremely so. The hand that isn't holding his communication lifts to rub the back of his head as he gives a small sigh. ]

This is...

[ What? He's not entirely sure. The pamphlet gave answers enough, sure, though none of it makes sense. He's still not fully convinced this isn't some kind of dream. He can't treat it entirely like that, though, especially given that he did everything he could think of to make sure it was reality. It doesn't feel like the Lifesteam. He doesn't feel dead. At least he's pretty sure he doesn't.

So what was it? What could he say? Ridiculous? Unbelievable? Downright disturbing in the long run? ]

... Inconvenient.

[ He holds up the welcoming pamphlet. ] Missing anything?

[ Hello Vatheon. The SFC bounces to the ground and look! Its a somewhat vaguely familiar rather tall redhead.

Taking a nap on the coral.

All normal, right? Totally. Nice coat, simple shirt, dark pants...

All with a suspicious amount of red stain along his left side.

Totally all normal.

Bother him? ]

[ooc: Dated to the 31st.]

Vatheon!

[Awww yeah being an obnoxious loudmouth.]

You know what today is? Well, 'sides from New Year's Eve. More importantly—well, I guess that depends on who you ask—it's Saya's birthday! You might've seen her around. Loud, kind of a jerk, sometimes wears a pink yukata 'cause she's weird like that, owes me a meal...

[... Hold on. Proverbial lightbulb going off over his head. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiilence.]

... Hey, wait! Saya, you still owe me that meal! From that bet you lost, remember? And that dinner you promised—I've still got the message, you know. Geez, way to keep your word...

[A sigh, before he blinks.]

—Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, Saya's birthday. Well, I was gonna say to wish her a happy birthday, but never mind. She doesn't deserve it anymore.

So yeah, you owe me two meals, Saya! Don't forget!

[Pulling down on his lower eyelid and sticking out his tongue with a "Blehhhhhhhh!"]

... And if anyone sees her, tell her just in case she doesn't see this. Told you she was a jerk—