[Hi Vatheon. Yup. This informant is on camera yet again and he's twirling around in his chair. He looks thoughtful this time, calm and reserved. He's holding a white king to his mouth and doesn't speak for quite a while.]

I always wonder what determines a society's legal bracket. From the world I came from, there was no historical evidence of a truly anarchy society. There was always some form of basic organization and authority. Whether you want to use the word king, ruler, leader, god, lord, prince, queen, majesty- it doesn't really matter. They all entail the same thing. They entail that the person in question is greater than you for some reason. Maybe they had the lucky draw of being born to a prestigious family or perhaps they had the wit of a thousand battles strong and knew how to deal with a society.

But what truly astounds me is the fact that Vatheon remains to be a peaceful society of well-mannered individuals who do not seek neither a leader to rule over them nor do any of them seem interested in being that very leader. Not to say that we live in a barbaric society in the city of Vatheon but it does make me wonder where legislation comes into place.

I mean, no one can truly punish any one here. The moral system is totally obscured by various worlds and opinions. Where murder is unacceptable on one world, it is a given on another. The same goes for everything else. And what of religion? What of God? What of death?

I still wonder if murder is truly a horrible thing in a world where you can't really die. Does it serve the same moral destruction that it might in some worlds- most worlds?

And anyway, who is to deliver the hand of punishment? Maybe that was Vatheon's plan all along. To create a society in which you are your own king. You are your own law. You serve your own justice. An eye for an eye sort of thing.

After all, who is to stop someone from having sex right out in the open on the fountain? Who is to stop someone from going into a crowded area with a loaded machine gun and going trigger happy on the citizens? Who is to stop someone from--

[He stops himself, having grown a bit more feverish and excited during this whole conversation, now clenching that king into his palm.]

Technically, nothing is illegal here. So who is to judge? Who is to punish? Does anyone even deserve being the one to determine what should be punished or not? It's all perspective. No one can say for sure that purple isn't blue. That kind of thing, right?

Eheh. I'm sorry Vatheon.

I know you're lost in your own perfect bubble of an on-going world of peace and utmost deliverance that could be from the gods themselves.

I shouldn't disturb such a peace.

[A heavy sigh and he gently sets the piece down onto a complicated board of chest- one that looks like quite a few pushed together. Well hey, quite a few people had gotten him game sets for Christmas. He had to use them properly.]

But then again, that's what psychological studies are for, aren't they? And I feel like I would only be neglecting my position of obligation in not pursuing such investigations.

I feel like a God lately. [He looks up into the camera and his mouth turns into a wicked grin.]

Who knows? Maybe I am.

[Nasuti is in her apartment's kitchen, donning an apron and traveling between different pots and pans on the stove. Her hair is tied back into a high ponytail. With her free hand, she starts up a video, silently hoping for an answer sooner rather than later. She hadn't anticipated cooking this much for just herself...]

Shin, Touma? Dinner tonight, my place?

[She hadn't talked to Shin since Sirius left. Maybe having the three of them together could cheer him up a bit.]

[There is suddenly a chocobo eyeing the camera's lense before pecking at it experimentally. It's obvious from the angle that the device is on the ground from the way the chocobo is looming over it.

Suddenly Vriska pops into view, waving away the giant bird. There are a few yellow feathers sticking out of her hair and she looks a little disheveled.]

Get away! Go! Stupid fucking feathers...

[She picks up her device, camera still on and showing off more chocobos around her. A few of them are staring at her before one moves to lunge at her, wings spread out. Vriska jolts back and the camera loses focus as a group of them ride her ass.]

Fuck-!


[ooc; vriska unleashed lea's chocobo herd and now they're scattered in the plaza, all thanks to her. with permission from lea-mun, of course C: ]

I do not think I will be up to much for a while, and so I must apologise to those I had plans with. Hopefully we shall be able to continue with them soon, but for now... well.

I will be in my home, if you need to see me.

[Nasuti is sitting in her new apartment, wiping off what appears to be fairy remains off of her face and neck. She appears to be concerned, but much calmer than the majority of residents that have witnessed the apparent self-destruction of these Vatheon mainstays.]

Somehow, I was under the impression that these fairies served some crucial purpose. Helping us breathe in a place with limited oxygen, perhaps, or withstand the pressure of being underneath sea level.

I see that such is not the case. But they served some sort of purpose, didn't they? Has anyone noticed anything...different since this occurred?

[Nasuti is no longer in the Marauder's House. Not being one to typically encourage conflict (or perhaps she simply hates confrontation), she made a point to avoid James Potter whenever she could manage, so they hadn't really had a chance to butt heads in any sense. Hopefully now that she's found a place of her own, Shin's life with Sirius could be a little more peaceful.

But even though the apartment was fully furnished, it was still empty and cold, as far as Nasuti was concerned. It lacked character pieces, things that reflected her own taste.

This was a non-issue back home. Her grandfather's estate was practically an archive for Sengoku era artifacts. Here, she had to start from scratch...and she probably couldn't rely on the charm on antiques here.]

So...how does one go about gaining employment here, exactly?

[Mitsuhide is sat in a garden today, right at the edge of a large pond. His long hair is loose, his kimono a pastel blue, and he looks... happy, to a certain degree. This is despite the current dip in his general mood; keeping busy is helping with that.]

[Behind him, on the surface of said pond, a pokemon of the Lapras type is watching him curiously.]

It took some time to find a new home that was suitable for myself and my family, and more time again to make to move, but finally we are here. The extra space is quite a blessing, especially considering the recent additions to our household. [He gestures to the Lapras, who makes a cheerful sound in response and swims up as close as she can.] This is Miyuki, by the way; a picture of beauty, is she not?

[Miyuki nudges Mitsuhide with her head playfully; he turns around for a moment to stroke her neck, before returning his attention to the SFC.]

I confess that I am relieved we were able to make the move well before the New Year as I know it. There will be plenty of time to settle in and clean as necessary.

[The young samurai rubs the back of his head with his free hand, expression growing thoughtful, before he remembers himself and drops it again.]

At any rate, if anyone wishes to visit myself, my Lord Motochika, Gracia or Lord Japan, let me know and I shall give you our new address. Stay safe, my friends.

[There's a click and Jack's voice comes on from, seemingly, a little bit away from the SFC.]

I'm thinking I might do this more often..play these songs. There are some people here not from Earth so they haven't heard the songs and nearly everyone from that planet wasn't alive at the time these songs came out anyway.

Besides, when you have a record player, you don't keep the sounds it makes to yourself; record players produce the best sounds in my opinion.

Anyway, if any of you are familiar with Bing Crosby...real sweet guy. Quite a looker, too.

[He goes quiet but soon the emptiness is filled with the sound of a record playing and a song goes out on the SFC.]

[Zelda turns on the feed, looking worn. She's covered up the red around her eyes with makeup (though not all that well), and she's avoiding looking directly at the camera.]

Some of you may have had your houses broken into on the night of the New Year's party. I apologize deeply for the behavior of the man who did it, he is from my world.

I need your help. Anyone's help, really. That man is a magical construct created by my worst enemy. I estimate that he was created a short while ago, no more than a year's time. If his master were present I would say that he is a puppet and needs to be disposed of, but his continued existence without Ganondorf here to maintain the spell suggests that he has a consciousness of his own. I don't know for certain what his intentions are, but a preliminary scan showed that he has little to no direction.

[She puts her head in her hands.]

He is currently convinced that he is Link...

[She can't go on. She turns off the feed, but she'll answer anyone who calls her. Really, anyone. She's completely at a loss for what to do.]