Hello, Vatheon. I apologize for the sudden announcement; especially since there are likely many newcomers around at the moment, but I ask you all to bear with me. There is reason to believe that there may be something dangerous happening in the city sometime soon. This post is for organizational purposes. I would ask that all speculation and general information still be directed to this post.

Firstly, all of you that are comfortable with your combat skills, I urge you to report to Minato Arisato of the defense force. A disorganized defense is extremely ineffective. Those of you who feel that they cannot fight, please evacuate to the area around the clinic in the event of an attack.

[Zelda holds up a neatly drawn map with optimal routes to the clinic laid out from various locations in Vatheon.]

The clinic and the building right next to it will both have a protective barrier around them. Everyone currently registered as being a foreigner will have no difficulty passing. Do not worry overly much about the registration process, it is automatic. The barrier is of a neutral element and will not cause harm to anyone who takes shelter within it.

Which brings us to the second point. Anyone who considers their primary skill to be either healing - magical or traditional - or barrier magic, please report to myself or Doctor Muraki. I may need help maintaining the barrier, and we are low on healers.

Finally, anyone who considers themselves to be skilled with technology and who has some free time, please contact me privately.

[Hey Vatheonites. Yomiel is sitting in his chair in his apartment, looking smug. His eyes are covered by his sunglasses, as always, and he rests his chin on one hand, smiling at the screen.]

So, another year come and gone, huh?  In about a week or so, actually, I'll have been here for a year myself. Time really flies, doesn't it? So, just reflecting back on the year, I have to say-

I can't die because technically, I'm already dead.

[...What. WHAT WAS THAT. The words had just come out of his mouth without any thought behind them. He pauses, looking surprised, wondering where that even came from.]

Um. I...I didn't say that. I didn't say that at all. I mean, I went mad for a few years because of what I am and I always feel alone because of it.

[NO. He did not just say that OUT LOUD. His mouth curls into a confused sneer, and his body tenses as he looks around like a caged animal. Was somebody...possessing him? No, he would know. He's silent for a little bit as he looks around in Ghost World, but there isn't any telltale sign of a soul anywhere. He's alone.]

Okay, this isn't funny. Somebody is making me say thing that aren't true, and- I REALLY LOVE CUTE AND FLUFFY CATS.

[With a growl, he jumps from his chair and throws the SFC against the wall in anger, turning it off. He was the manipulator, not this place. Nobody could get the upper hand on him. Not if they valued their life.]