[A wistful looking Disciple appears on the communicator. She seems to have a rather impressive pile of books gathered around her. Towers of them, one might say.]

Hello Vatheon, It is easy to get caught up in a good book, is it not? Literature is certainly a great way to get to learn about other cultures and peoples, so therefore I have a question for you all.

Do you have a favorite book, or piece of literature? Call it a mild curiosity. I am always looking for suggestions on what to read next.

[Early in the day Monday, A private message appears in everyone's inbox.]

I think I have got t-this.

It is r-really cold, here. Is this the r-result of the latest curse? These b-blankets and furs are doing nothing. I am just about ready to set something on f-fire.

[Somehow, while attempting to remember what her moirail taught her about making a message private, Disciple had somehow managed to flag every single resident to receive her message, not just it's intended target.]

[A new non-filtered video hits the network. In it is a older oliveblooded troll many will recognize. She is sitting cross-legged on some sort of large stuffed chair in the shape of a cat. Unlike many of her public postings this one appears to be actually intentional. She has certainly come a long way in understanding the communications technology of this place. She takes a sip from a steaming teacup and addresses the camera.]

One year. It is a human measurement of time. The time it takes the human planet, Earth, to complete one full orbital revolution around its parent star.

[A pause as she takes another sip of tea.]

It seems my starfish communicator has let me know that it was just over one human year ago that I first arrived here in Vatheon. It is a rather arbitrary distinction for one of my race, as we do not share the same measurement of time. One of our own orbital sweeps lasts as long as 26 human months. Regardless, it has still got me thinking about all my time spent here.

This place has given me many things. The chance to once again have that which I had lost. A chance to meet those that I would not otherwise have been able to. It has given me a chance to forgive, both myself and others. I have had opportunities here that I would not have even dreamt of back home. That is not to say that it has been completely enjoyable. This place certainly has a way of sticking a knife into your chest and then slowly turning it.

Well, that is enough of my ramblings. To those of you I know, I look forward to another human year together. To those that I do not know, let us change that.

[Disciple raises her teacup in salute, smiles one last time into the camera, and the feed cuts.]

So, city, a new curse and everything is... unique. Everyone seems to have been granted some sort of role and we are to perform these... quests? It is all like some sort of game. It might almost be fun if I was not cloaked in these accursed robes; I keep tangling myself in them.

[The camera pans to show what exactly she was talking about.]

Is anyone in need of some sort of magic-based healer? I seem to have a much better understanding of the Light as part of this, I think.

[A video post to all, because Disciple is too excited to remember how to correctly limit the message to someone at the moment.]

Nepeta!

NEPETA!

I have a room of kitties! Look!

[The screen pans around to a hotel room, near full to bursting of cats and kittens. Playing, climbing, sleeping, generally just being adorable. The occasional robot can be seen amongst the pouncebeasts, caring for their well-being. The camera pans back around to the very exicited face of one of the cities many trolls.]

You should come and see them!

[Another dream amongst the many experienced by the visitors to the bubble.]

( She will take the gilded cage, any day. )

--

[Disciple wakes from her dream, her mood considerably dour. It was not a particularly sad dream, other then it reminding her of what she had waiting for her back home:

Nothing.]

(OOC: Feel free to interact or respond after however you wish.)

[The video feed starts with the sound of glass clanking against glass. The camera awkwardly pans up a little too close to the face of oliveblooded troll; something seems a little off about her eyes. Even more seems off for those that know her, as she starts whispering into the camera, slurring her words.]

Ish anyone else havving a reaaally gooday? I know Im am.

[A giggle then, she seems to be quite gone.]

(ooc: Video or action responses are cool. She is probably just at her hive, probably.)

[Action; Disciple only]

[It's just like any other day for Darkleer. He's just locked himself away in his room for the most part while Summoner slumbers away on his bed. After his matesprit had been kidnapped by the Highblood, he's been even more reluctant to leave his side.]

[So he simply sits at his workbench, sketching out the designs for the hive next door that they are going to steal expand to.]

[Unfortunately, he has no idea that an oliveblooded cat is slowly making her way to him and shenanigans will happen...]

[Video]

[Some time after those shenanigans, Darkleer appears on the network.]

[A very sheepish Darkleer, as a matter of fact, his hand lowering after giving some of his long hair a firm nervous tug. His shoulders are kind of tense.]

Ahem. So.

[A pause. Suddenly, somewhere from off-screen, a pair of hands start to bat at his arm which only makes him shrink back a bit more. Anyone familiar with Disciple may be able to identify those hands and arms as hers.]

I'm doing it, I'm doing it-! Ngh. [A small sigh.] Is... there anyone who is free today who would like to do something?

...That is out of my respite block.

...And my hive.

( Intro text before the comm message )

[She sends out a broad spectrum video message. Willingly this time, she was getting better at the SFC. She feels the pull of that strange feeling inside of her as she speaks, what was going on? The video clicks on to what appears to be Aradia mid-sentance.]

...thing even stranger then that happening? I seem to be suffering some sort of strange sensation, is anyone else feeling that, too?

[The video shifts slightly, the signal dropping for a second, it starts again, momentarily.]

...ng the body of one of the young trolls, Aradia, I think. I am assuming others have switched as well, or is that not the case? Also is someone inhabiting my body as well, or is some...

[Once again, the signal cuts, this time coming back with the burgundyblood speaking as if starting a message.]

Hello everyone, I assume this switching thing has been happening others as well? I seem to be occupyi...

[One final drop, with the signal coming back with strange look on her face. She had the sensation of 'moving' but seemed to be in the same place. Only one thing left to do, wait to see what the others will say.]