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.

[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.

[No theatrics or flamboyant language today, just one tired vampire. He'd like to say he's only tired because he just woke up from one of those comas that aren't actually restful, but that's not the case.]

It's been about twelve days since Rinoa Heartilly left the city, I meant to say something but then, well, I wasn't available.

It's been nine days since Sola vanished as well. Considering the usual three-day rule, I suspect it isn't a temporary thing for either of them.

I still have access to Rinoa's apartment and much, if not all, of Sola's things are still here at the house. If either of them had something that belonged to someone else, let me know and I'll see if I can track it down.

[And with that exceedingly clinical and neutral announcement made, he just shuts off the recording.]

[ the video knocks on to see an angary Noah, chicken hatless. Instead he's wearing his weird head accessory thing, whatever it is. ]

Chicken, where are you? Don't run away from Dero! Dero will not eat you, heeeee~~~! Come back, chicken!

[ poor(?) jasdero doesn't understand what a curse is and why they took away his chicken hat :( ]

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[Translation: hey so
how do you know when someone is going to be really really gone
or do they just disappear]

[Ever since Bro arrived in Vatheon, he's been impressed by the amount of skilled techies. People are going around building robot dogs like it's no big deal and his younger alternate self was seen beating the shit out of a pretty goddamn amazing strifebot. This is the sort of thing that had always caught his interest when he was younger, even if he never made a real hobby out of it. It still catches his interest now.

So he decides to take the plunge and rekindle that old passion. It's never too late to gain more skills, especially when you know this is kinda your last chance to do so. He's got the perfect project in mind to get him started, too.]

so we got a lotta techies here right? the folks with the l33t skills and way too much free time on their hands. put down your screwdrivers and start reading.

in my world theres legend of a kickass device. born in the dark recesses of a hollywood directors mind and shaped by cheap special effects. it doesnt exist for real but boy howdy do fanboys cream their pants at the prospect of it being a thing. santa still gets like five hundred requests a year for these rad toys and he has to disappoint every single hopeful sap who asks. people have been trying to build this thing for decades but gravitys keeping them down. literally.

its called a hoverboard. not a rocketboard. not a skateboard. definitely not a surfboard. doesnt work over water anyway. its gotta hover like 10 inches above the ground.

but were not on my world anymore and i think the brilliant minds here can make a legit hoverboard. and show me how the fuck youre making the hovering work because ive got nothing.

so what say you?

[...]

p.s. if you use magic to make it hover youre disqualified. were defying laws of nature with science here so wizards need not apply.

[Dualscar is soaking wet, his hair slicked back by water and wearing no shirt. His fins are quite comfortable, though, settled against the sides of his face in a manner that anyone who knows sea trolls would see means he's content and not agitated.]

So all a this is pretty fuckin' inconvvenient to evveryone. I thought I'd throww it out there that if anyone's got somethin' they need recovvered from their homes, I could make myself and my creww avvailable.

A course it wwon't be free, but I'm not necessarily needin' payment up front. I knoww most a you can't offer much I need right at the moment. But wwe can exchange favvours for the future.

Contact me here or direct a message to my SFC if you need somethin'.

[NB: This offer includes services from Cronus and Eridan! Of course, he didn't bother to ask them first...But he may send them to get stuff for your characters instead of going himself, if he's busy or doesn't feel like it.]

[As pleased as Sola was all throughout the RPG curse, cutting weeds and fighting monsters and just generally being in his element, he seems much more sombre when he appears on the network in the early hours of Monday morning. He's sitting on a couch, a small blue instrument in his hands. It seems he can't sleep.]

I thought the curse would help me forget about it, but...

[He turns the ocarina over in his hands, not looking at the camera.]

...what happens if you died on your world and then you get sent back there from here?

[He knows too many where this is the case, and if the tightening of his fingers around the object in his hands is any indication, it's something that weighs on him a great deal.]

And, um, Zelda? If you see this, I'm really sorry I couldn't make a wish.

[He tried very hard, but he just couldn't make it.

Unable to think of much more to say, Sola simply sits and turns the ocarina over in his hands, either waiting for an answer or simply unwilling to turn off the video.]