Good evening, Vatheon.

I do apologize for my extended absence from the airwaves. I'm sure that you missed me nearly as must as I missed you.

Many of you know that I have a deep and abiding interest in science. I heard that sometimes people go into these comas, and when they wake up, they went back home for a while! So... I thought I'd try it.

I have to admit, lying in bed, motionless, for a couple of weeks was pretty restful. But I don't think I went home. Or actually went into a coma. I remember every agonizing minute.

But it certainly did give me a chance to reflect on many choices I've made in my life. That's something we should all make time to do, from time to time. Reflect on the past, and you learn lessons that you can apply in the future.

 [ Makoto was wet, dripping wet. Which made sense because the last thing he remembered was tearing through the ocean at night IN A STORM to rescue Rei. And he remembered that just as he was about to get him that cold fear clawing at him, making him shiver and shake and completely freeze, unabe to do a thing to help himself in the treacherous waters, never mind someone else. And now he was elsewhere… in some sort of town under what looked like a magical bubble. And because he is Makoto, and he always assumes the worst, that’s exactly what he does right now. ]

I… died?!

[ The thought is so ridiculous but… it didn’t seems all that unlikely! He was fairly certain there weren’t any underwater bubble cities anywhere NEAR where they were holding their training camp. This could be wat the afterlife looked for people who died at sea. Of course this meant he was a complete and utter failure as a captain and an upperclassman. What would Haruka think once he found out he had done something as stupid as drown? His one consolation was that he didn’t see Rei anywhere. He allowed himself to take that as a GOOD sign. He survived. He had to have. Maybe he got washed up on the shore of the nearest island… yes, that’s definitely what happened. As he moved to get up the SFC (which had been resting, undisturbed, on his lap) clattered to the ground. Curious, he picks it up. Some sort of unwieldy cellphone for the dead? Well.. he could always flick it on and see if maybe.. maybe by some strange miracle he wasn’t dead! Maybe instead this was like the beginning of a manga where he’s sucked into another world-and now he’s channeling Nagisa a little too much. ]

Hello? I really hate to be such a bother but I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am? I was just in the ocean a minute ago and there was this really bad storm and…

[ He winces and laughs nervously. ]

It’s… I mean I didn’t DIE there right? I couldn’t have. That’s completely crazy! This is obviously just some sort of underwater resort. I hope. It’s definitely not the land of the Dead, right?

[Yotsuba has been busy today! She's got her crayons and a bunch of paper, and she's just been drawing. And what is in her drawings? Well, several people from the bubble, for one. And as she finishes her most recent drawing, she will hold it up for everyone on the SFC to see.]

Look! I drew Big Sis!

[If you answer, you might get a shitty wonderful drawing of yourself, if there's not already one.]

So. Woke up this morning to a couple of things. Good news, I'm back in my own body.

[As is probably obvious to everyone when they see his face, which looks too sad for this post to be about the curse being over.]

Bad news, Percy and Annabeth are both gone. Checked the list and everything.

[He pauses to sigh and looks away from the camera for a moment.]

Gotta remind myself that at least they've got each other this time.

[He reaches his hand out to turn off the SFC, his hand blocking the camera as he says one last thing.]

I just wish them being gone didn't mean they're free-falling into Tartarus.

[The feed turns on and certainly shows none other than the Sufferer. And though his hair is a remarkable mess, it's noticeably not as messy as usual. Eridan hasn't fully had the chance to fix it yet, but man it will be on his top priority. His body or not, he cannot have hair that is looking a damn mess!]

Alright, so it's this bloody curse again, let's make this easy shall we? How about you lot show your faces to me and tell you who you are so I don't get anyone mixed up. I'll start off in sayin' this is Eridan, now do me the damn courtesy a doin' the same.

Honestly, this curse is such a fuckin' pain. I mean, sure, Sufferer's body ain't so bad, but--

[He lifts up one of the robotic hands, giving it an indignant scowl.]

I dunno if the trade off of gainin' an eye for this is one I want. But whatewer, at least it's fuckin' temporary.

((ooc: gently backdated to early yesterday)

Good evening, Vatheon. I now bring you a Vatheon Community Radio News report.

In today's news, we have learned that citizens are finding themselves... suddenly, and fundamentally changed.

Karkat Vantas - you know, the leader of the trolls - reports that his consciousness has been transferred into the body of Death the Kid, who is of a completely different species, and possessed of remarkable visual powers.

In a network post earlier today, he stated: "This is Karkat Vantas in Death the Kid's freaky body, I am not even close to knowing how to handle this, and Kid--" [Cecil pauses, gasping, and seems to calm himself. It's actually a very good imitation of Karkat. Then he continues the quote.] "Either you contact me right fucking now, or I swear to the death god responsible for your existence that I will trash your block." [Finishing the quote, he returns to his normal, dramatic inflection]

I urge all citizens to Please. Remain. Calm. Though your mind, your soul, your very essence may have been permanently housed in the body of another citizen, that's no excuse for panic. I hope that all of you recognize the responsibility you hold to one another. We're all in this together, and you must be cautious not to accidentally damage any body that you happen to have control over at this moment. I'm sure the true owner of the body will thank you later, if this situation is corrected by our benevolent captors.

This has been Cecil, with Vatheon Community Radio News. Good night, Vatheon.

Good night.

[Hello Vatheon. Were you enjoying your day? Was it nice and quiet? No? Whether or not that was the case, it's sure as hell not quiet now - especially for you Villa residents - as there is suddenly the shrieking voice of a not-a-death-god-in-a-death-god's-body ringing out across the network.]

WHAT THE GODAWFUL FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY VISION?! And nobody tell me this is normal, because I have been human before, and human vision is not like this. Any vision I've had is nothing like this. What is that?

[He swings the SFC over to Liz's sleeping form in a nearby bed, but--]

Wait, of course none of you regular viewers are going to know, because you're not the one stuck with this! There's not supposed to be some weird orb stuck inside her body, and I am seeing entirely too much as it is.

[Now he turns the camera back to himself, teeth bared for all the little it means without fangs.]

For the record, because apparently going through all this crap for two and a half years wasn't enough, apparently I have been hit with yet another repeat curse. This is Karkat Vantas in Death the Kid's freaky body, I am not even close to knowing how to handle this, and Kid--

Either you contact me right fucking now, or I swear to the death god responsible for your existence that I will trash your block.

[The voice post begins with Cecil sounding quite...uncertain, even frightened] H-Hello? Night Vale? I certainly hope you can hear me.

I hope...someone, anyone, can hear me.

I seem to have fallen through some kind of interdimensional portal into a strange underwater city. I'm currently wet, which is quite irritating since my captors don't appear to have brought along my emergency disaster suitcase, or even a single change of clothing. But... I don't appear to be in any pain, or any obvious danger, actually. [His voice is slowly becoming stronger, and actually sounds quite normal at this point, sonorous, and calm]

I have arrived in a plaza at what I surmise to be the approximate centre of town. According to the literature the natives have provided to me, the coral at the centre of the plaza is named Lamufo, and is the dark god of this strange place.

The natives all appear to be extremely pleasant. At this point, I can only assume that this is meant to lull me into a false sense of security, before they devour me or sacrifice me to their deity. I certainly hope that I can find a way home before they do so.

If this message reaches you, Night Vale, please accept my apology. It seems that you may be deprived of my show for some time. Perhaps even...forever.