[ 1st ✿ ] Video

[worthit]

( Forward Dated to 9am, March 1st )

[ I'm sorry. Brace for incoming ridiculousness. Some of you might recognize the young woman sitting in frame, though there are definitely some new features, namely the addition of a pair of golden dragon wings tucked to her back and just barely visible in frame, but also there's some matching scales growing alongside the back of her arm and hand whenever her hand pops into the frame to gesticulate. ]

HEY, Lunatia. So stop me if you've heard this one before.

[ There is no way that they've heard this specific one before Rapunze-- okay never mind go off.

Yep. Yep. She's in rare form today, for anyone who's never seen her worked up, which. Y'know. At this point of her stay is like. All but two people. There are about fifteen better ways she could have done this, but right now she's all up in these Sanguis-Dragon Day One feels and it's making her even more daring than usual. And also a little impatient. ]

You've been shopping for a new place to live with a friend from home, something for just the two of you! You've been looking for a few weeks. There are a LOT of really great places to live here in the city, especially here on level two, right? And YEAH, it's true you've only lived in one place and with one person for most of your stay. So of course it's going to take some time for you to adjust, but don't you think that you'd still know yourself well enough to know when you've found the right place and were ready to commit to signing a lease? But no matter how many times you tell them that, your friend just keeps asking if you're sure the whole time, and that's very SWEET, but it's like they think you don't know yourself well enough to be sure that you're sure that you know what you know!

[ Uh. She's getting pretty worked up, her eyes might be taking on a bit of a feral glint. Is this really about an apartm-- ]

So what's a NICE way to tell your friend that they're overthinking it too much, and they should just cosign the stupid lease with you already so you can get on with being happy in your new place together?!

text; un: weiwuxian

[resurging]

hello again! i'm considerably less drunk this time around - and i'd like to apologize to everyone for the embarrassing things i said about jiang cheng. if you don't remember it, please don't look it up! keep your mind clean and worry-free!

i do have something of a request, though. i've recently talked with a very wise woman, who has enlightened me about some things i hadn't considered. i may be a servant's son, but that isn't a hurdle for finding happiness! i, wei wuxian, can find love too!

so my request is: marriage gifts. and courting traditions. tell me about them! what are they like where you're from? can they be practiced here? how do you make your intentions known?

please educate me!

[he's going through some Things, please be gentle]

text;

[unhappy]

Everyone ignores and forgets him most of the year, but today is Chihiro Mayuzumi's birthday.



He will be 20 this year. Make him go through whatever birthday traditions you want as long as it doesn't involve anything I will have to shoot you for.

[VIDEO] post-event

[axemeaquestion]

Hey, so... whoa.

[A bruised and bandaged woman nearly drops her device.]

Shit, sorry. Still getting used to this thing.

[For anyone who met Rochelle before but missed her at the Archives event, she's finally out of her bloodstained clothes. The shirt she's wearing today was crisp white with CRYSTAL BEACH cut out of an iridescent square print in bold letters.

The video straightens out, and Ro attempts to recover gracefully as she sits on the floor and smiles. Her back is against a coffee table littered with history books and moonblessed-aimed welcome pamphlets.]

Name's Rochelle. You can call me Ro. Sorry if I'm still kind of a mess. Better than before, trust me. I worked in TV news before things kinda went to hell back in my... world? World. Shit, that's still weird to say.

I'm kind of coming out of what you'd call a... zombie apocalypse. [AWKWARD GRIN GOES HERE??] And now I'm on a whole other goddamn planet. Still... processing that part. Compared to my life before, though, this is actually... kind of normal. I mean, not REALLY, but seriously. Not looking over your shoulder every damn second of your life makes ANYTHING seem normal. Even getting turned into a mermaid by a hunk of screaming rock.

[That's a weird thing to call Osse, Ro, but okay.]

So I guess my point is... I wanna ask. What does a fresh-out-of-the-apocalypse girl do to adjust to semi-normal life around here? I'm looking into TV network sort of work around here, actually, but otherwise...? I'll give shit a shot.

( also: a long-winded, more serious question )

[Video - Available to Both Moonblessed and Natives (even if there aren't any being played as PCs)]

[specialist_snowflake]

[Didn't she just make a video today? NO. That would be her younger sister, and the keen of eye might even be able to realize there are hereditary similarities between the two. But there are differences also. For example, this particular white-haired woman appears much more...stiff. Even if she's not wearing her uniform anymore, her squared shoulders and lifted chin seem to scream 'MILITARY!' even in a soft and fuzzy gray sweater.]

Greetings. My name is Winter.

[Some of you might remember her all the way back from summer when she made a very detailed presentation on what types of moonlacing were and were not acceptable. This time, she's not asking for help. She's offering it.]

It has come to my attention that when we return to our worlds, we lose all memories of this one. It would seem that our actions do not matter.

[She drops her gaze for a moment, reinforcing her resolve to remain professional. Her emotions are starting to leak through just the same.]

But I would very much like them to, for the duration of my stay. Consider this an open invitation to seek my aid for any troubles you might have. If I am unable to render assistance, then I will help you find someone who can. The impression I leave behind will not be forgotten. I would have it be one of fond remembrance rather than hedonistic selfishness. I don't require compensation. I don't desire it either.

[Her jaw tightens, and her brow furrows.]

This is what I want to do. I am choosing it for myself. Seek me out if you have need of me, in public or in private.

That is all.

[Blip! And she's gone.]