[So all that can be heard for about ten seconds is the sound of the SFC falling to the ground, followed by a lot of fluttering, fumbling, scattering of papers, things falling off of shelves, all sorts of messy chaos. After a bit silence, there's a little more fluttering and papers scattering, and then a very irritated voice.]

Oh, bugger all this!! I can't believe how troublesome these ratty things are, why did I even bother with them!! [He doesn't seem to have even noticed he just "cursed" right there; his blood is boiling, and going through Armageddon and back seems to have loosened up his virtues just a tad. He'll beat himself up over the slip of the tongue later, when he isn't feeling wretched.] It's such a mess, these! Beyond wrecked! There's no point in even cleaning up.

[Yet he's still making noises and futzing around. He likely won't even notice that the SFC has been turned on unless someone makes a point of contacting him.]

Warnings: Uh...death, betrayal, terrorism, and spoilers for Code Geass?

( Everyone in Code Geass is suffering )

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[At this point, Nunnally was aware of that her dreams might have been recorded and shown to everyone in Vatheon. However, what she wasn't expecting that she could find herself in tears. She decided to close the feed before anything else should happen]

[After a trip to the world above, despite the strange shift of scenery from the 'ghost town' he'd heard so much about, an old Lombax sleeps. But there would be no rest in those dreams, of course. And all of Vatheon is about to see why.]

( Cut for violence and possibly disturbing horror. )

[Alister now lies awake in his bed, staring dead-eyed at the... SFC? Dreamberry? It didn't matter.

He just wants to be left alone.]

Er.. um.. uh..

[ Have a close up of a confused spirit medium, Vatheon! Maya is currently fiddling with the SFC, and once she realizes the possibility that it just might be on, she holds it back and tilts her head to the side a bit. ]

I-Is it working now? Hello? Um, hola? Am I still in California..? I haven't been k-kidnapped again, right?

[ You never know with Maya, after all.. ]

If anyone can hear me.. can you tell me where I am?! Please?! And if you've seen a guy named Nick, or a little girl wearing clothes like mine named Pearl? [ afterwards, there is a sharp growling noise coming from somewhere off screen.. Maya looks down. ] Oh, and some place to eat!  Panicking works up an appetite, as the saying goes!

[The feed clicks on with a nice little view of Bugs. He looks rather normal, just a small almost sheepish grin on his face.]

Not dat I'm worried or anyting but...anyone seen a little black duck around?

[He waits for a moment, looking around before finally frowning.]

Huh. Guess he ain't here no more...dat duck never misses a cue.

[He shrugs.]

Oh well. Tanks, guys.

[Sarcasm and the feed clicks off.]

[The camera shows nothing but pavement, the edge of some wet fingers, and the ends of a really flashy red cape, fabric worn and water-heavy, trailing on the ground. Oh, and an adorable little white rabbit chomping down on the end of that cape.]


I don't get it. I don't freakin' get it at all. What--

OI!


[Suddenly the camera jerks and... goes flying. Seems Kamina, not knowing what it was, tossed it over his shoulder. It clatters against the coral, still recording for a few moments.]


Oi, lil' punk! Come here. I'll friggin' teach you to attack a guy from the rear when he ain't lookin'.


[Kamina dives for the rabbit, trying to catch it, and then the feed cuts.]

[It's a peaceful, melodic sound, washing over the feed. The sound of lapping waves, the light, balmy breeze... and the distant sound of an aged man, moaning softly as the sand begins to shift.

As the view comes more into focus, a large furred husk takes up most of it, pushing himself up from the ocean's grasp to blink slowly at his surroundings.]

Where...?

[He stares for a moment longer, brow furrowing in thought, before his memories catch up with him - the Clock, the explosion...

His last words to Ratchet, and one last look at the pocketwatch he held so dear.

With a gasp, he quickly searches his own pockets, sighing in relief at the metallic feel, grateful to whatever force out there that it had still been in one piece. That, and his Praetorian Omniwrench, which laid a few feet from where he'd collapsed.

Considering this world was still in one cohesive piece, he knows that he'd successfully reverted his mistake. And... wherever he was now, this was where he was meant to be.

Except he hadn't expected death to be so... wet. The Lombax's ears droop over his shoulders, heavy with saltwater and dripping down to the sand. And that's where he spots the SFC, laying right next to his wrench. Curious at this little piece of machinery - certainly not Lombax build, that was for sure - he picks it up.

Hello, Vatheon. Meet the General.]

 [On the communicator, there is coughing on the other end. While she is sick, she still continues on]

Greetings, my name is Nunn- [cough] Nunnally vi Britannia, 99th Empress of the Britannian Empire. I would like to ask if there are anyone from the Britannian Empire. Even if you are not, I would still like to ask for your n-[cough] name. 

In the meantime, I hope that those who are ill to get well soon. Hopefully this pandemic of sorts will cease to be.