--So they're all gone.

[The feed starts up to see a female peeking curiously at one of the places where she had...stashed a bomb the last time she was here. She had a towel over her head, and she was obviously still wet from the re-entry.]

Damn. And I wasn't even here to see it.

[She rubs the towel through her hair, and then starts drying herself off. Finally, she looks at the SFC and grins.]

Did you miss me, Vatheon? I know some of you out there did.

[Not. But either way, she's just ending it there.]

( blah blah action & introspection if you live in larmline....... )

[ —when the feed turns on, smoke and debris is very noticeable. if you live near larmline, you might've heard the loud sound just prior to the broadcast— or maybe even felt the area shaking a little, had you been that close. either way, something just blew up, and it happened just now.

he appears to be broadcasting from inside of an apartment— although a lot more natural sunlight than an open window should be projecting was evident in the feed. the dust that still hadn't settled reflected off the rays greatly, making for a visually poor feed— although some "accident" was apparent enough.

he's holding his own white sleeve closely against his face when he finally speaks, eyes slightly squinted because yes, debris and sunlight everywhere... ]

My er-.. [ how does he classify her even.. friend? nah, he doesn't want to be bundled in with her after this— ] acquaintance happened to affix quite a few locations in Vatheon with very destructive, technical bombs. She had an affinity for controlling them herself, but now that she's left.. [ -well... now she isn't controlling them. simple enough. ]

They're highly sensitive as of now and will activate immediately should you enter one's perimeter. I'd suggest fleeing the area as soon as possible should you hear some sort of distinct ticking noise... [ a cough— ugh, this is a mess... ]

That's all. [ click. ]

[ ooc: so yeah, there are bombs in certain areas of vatheon should you like to run into any of them on your own or attempt to dismantle one yourself— bombtossing placed bombs in the following areas during her stay in vatheon:

- concealed on the hallway ceiling of floor #4 of the larmline apartments; far end of the hall.
- near the coral— won't damage vatheon at all though, since the coral is indestructible and reflects attacks. the blast might be a bit magnified due to that, however.
- cave complex near the former church site.
- some lamp post in the upper district of the city.

damages to vatheon won't be heavy at all should they be activated, and the npc brad will fix it all up within a day or so, anyway. ]

[The feed clicked on, and surprise surprise! It was a face, tired as it may be, that hadn't been seen around Vatheon in a good long while.
Nobody who recognized it probably missed it much, though, considering the things she'd done.

Yuno was haphazardly putting her hair in her usual pigtails as she began talking. Quickly. In her rush, she forgot to actually make the video a private one.]

Yukki!! Yukki, are you there? Are you still here?!
I didn't forget about you, I'm so sorry!! But don't worry, I'm coming for you now!

It can't really be July, though, right? It was just April yesterday.. [She put her hands on her face, embarrassed. July...July was important for them...but oh gosh this was public wasn't it? Get ahold of yourself Yuno!!] U-Um, if anyone could tell me anything important that has happened in my absense I would appreciate it! Thank you!


[OOC: I still don't have internet, but I've moved finally..so I'll be giving some slow responses still for the meantime. Sorry!]

[ So yeah in an attempt to get away from the freak show that is his current living condition and trying to reclaim his sanity, Yukiteru has ended up in the park. The edge of the park. Far, far away from wandering eyes. Hopefully.

That is until the SFC decides to turn on.

The screen flickers on to reveal... well, the top of the bubble. Part of it at least as patches of grass on the edges of the feed indicate that it is turned to the side. Mistakenly left there by an oblivious bystander. What could that bystander be doing, you might ask?

Why, only the most amazing, thrilled manner sport in all the history of sports that could be named sports—

—darts.

Yukiteru is standing a little ways back from the feed, throwing these said darts into a little hand craved board on a side of a tree. THUMP. Almost another direct hit to the middle. There are already about four surround it, each either hitting or missing the mark by just a few inches. SO FUN AND AWESOME, RIGHT? Well he certainly thinks so- considering that content smile passing across his lips.

THUMP.

Bulls-eye.

Care to watch this spectacular show, or maybe try to throw a few rounds with him? ]

( if god exists, then clearly aliens have to exist too )

[But then he suddenly finds himself staring at the ceiling of the apartment he lives in. He sits up with a slight frown as he looks around, before giving what sounds like a small sigh of disappointment. Seems like he hasn't noticed just yet that the new dreamberries have recorded that dream of his...]

((ooc: surprisingly no real need for warning labels, though it does get kind of silly towards the end? also my wrists are kind of acting up, but I will try not to be too slow with tags... ;A;))

[ considering there are no apparent unwanted side-effects on the residents in particular during this curse, it is decidedly safe enough to utilize the network—! ]

Good evening, Vatheon. As many of you may have noticed, the structure of the communication devices ordinarily used has significantly changed.

[ it is almost like he is using a working cellphone again. ]

I would like to confirm the scope of these changes. To the unseeing eye, it would appear to be something akin to a modernized technological upgrade— a GPS, translator, and games are all available now among other functions. Curiously enough, there is an included add-on for a weather forecast that is entirely ineffectual. [ this is odd because there is usually weather— albeit not within the barrier. ] If anyone could also confirm the current status of the island for me I would be very grateful.

[ and returning to the run-down— ]

In actuality, this is not an upgrade, but a transformation; that much should already be evident by the change in shape alone. The construction is different— unlike SFCs, these can be taken apart with no damage if you're careful enough. There is also a card slot within the device that serves an unknown purpose.

The most interesting change would be within the formatting options. Note that there is now a "dream" function available... one that I am somehow unable to utilize. If anyone has any further information, it would be appreciated.

Lastly, if anyone is feeling a bit daring, I have a favor to ask.

Thank you.

[ ooc: somarium's dreamberry guide should anyone need it. ]

[It's been over a week and Zelos still hasn't been able to locate Zelda. He'd even tried Shizuo's place again but found it empty, his texts to the blonde coming back as undeliverable. He had to conclude that he'd somehow left the bubble. Fine, good for him, but that still left Zelos in a jam. He had no idea where Zelda was and now he had the additional good and bad news that he'd need to impart. He's certain Zelda will miss Shizuo..

So he makes a network post.

His expression is not one of his usual jocularity or even the irritation he normally uses to cover up any uncomfortableness. No, he actually looks downright remorseful, not to mention weary. His body may not need sleep but his mind certainly does and he hasn't gotten enough of it for awhile. It looks like he's spent at least a little of that time he could have been sleeping packing instead; a small travel bag is visible in frame behind him and the room is bare save for the furniture it had initially. There aren't even any roses in the vase on the bedside table anymore.]

[First part: Open, but filtered away from both Links (they can't see)]

Hey Vatheon. I know a lot of you know Zelda and I need your help. I know she's probably fine but we had a bit of a spat and I haven't seen her since. If you could just let me know if she's alright if you have seen her and that I'm sorry and need to talk to her, I'd appreciate it. You don't have to say where she is, I just wanna make sure she's okay. Thanks.


[Second part: Closed, filtered only to Zelda]

Look, I've packed up and I'll get out of here so you can have the house to yourself again. I shouldn't have meddled and I'm sorry for that. You do need to know, though... Shizuo's gone. I think he left the bubble, I can't get a hold of him via SFC or anything. He told me about Link, the other Link, before he disappeared though. I guess I'm sorry about that too. It's hard seeing someone you're that confused about...

Ahh, I'm rambling. [He runs a hand back through his hair and lets out a slow breath.] Just... lemme know you're okay and I'll get out of your hair after that.

[Action (closed to Zelda)]

[Link starts awake, and finds himself somewhere... unexpected.]

[The sky above, blue and wavering with light filtering down dimly, reminds him of nothing so much as the Chamber of the Sages - and with an almost physical shock, he concludes that he must be in the Sacred Realm.]

[Then... he really did fail.]

[But if this is an afterlife of sorts, then why are his clothes still torned and bloodied and soaking wet from the rain? The sword is still nearby, and the battered shield - the bow's string is still broken, the quiver is still empty. Setting a hand on his chest, he finds ridges of scar tissue - the injuries that he had succumbed to, now looking as if he had spent a good month or so recovering.]

[And what exactly is that... thing in the middle of the plaza he's now lying in?]

[Video (open)]

[Some time later, dried off, clothed, and settled at the Welcome Center, Link is finally ready to say hello to his fellow foreigners. The tattoo on the back of his left hand gets an uncomfortable look, and the StarFish Communicator (green, naturally) gets switched on.]

...Hi. Zelda said that I can use this to talk to everyone here, so I guess I should say hi to everyone. [He gives a sheepish little smile.]

I'm Link - or one of them, I guess, Zelda said my ancestor is here. [He does look rather bemused at that.]

Um... I guess that's all. [And off it goes.]


((OOC: Dated to April 2nd.))

 [A much more composed Chosen sits in front of the SFC this morning, looking fairly reluctant but this needs to be done. Are those note cards?]

To all the men, women, aliens, and talking animals of Vatheon, I wish to humbly extend my apologies for the events of a few nights ago. It was completely out of line and I know I offended a great many of you. It won't happen again and I'd appreciate if we could just take it as a parable on the evils of alcohol and move on. If anyone still has a bone to pick with me over it, just.. respond, I guess. 

Again, I sincerely ask your forgiveness for the ass I made of myself on the network and any trouble it may have caused anyone.

[He tucks the note cards away, and reaches to turn off the picture, but pauses a moment before he does.]

...Except to that white-haired guy. You're kind of a dick.

[Click.]

[The feed opens on Zelos, headband askew over one eye and swaying a bit but with a huge grin plastered on his mildly flushed face.]

HEeeyyy Vatheon! 'sme, The Great Zelosh Wilder!

[He has to take a long pause to stifle some giggles.]

N-now, y'see, I've noticed that a whooole lottaya don't really know nothin about sex so you're reaaalll lucky you've got me around! I'm kinda sorta a bit of an expert, so's how's about I start with lesson one an'-

[Though Vatheon will never know what lesson one is because an extremely frazzled Zelda stomps into the room behind him yelling "What are you doing?!" and grabs his ear, yanking hard enough to make Zelos yelp and fall over comically. His hand is still visible from the bottom of the screen complete with whining protests interspersed with drunken giggles as Zelda looks apologetically into the screen before cutting off the feed.

Looks like Zelos lost his network privileges.]

((ooc: Messages will be answered by either Zelda or Zelos, depending on who has hold of it.))