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(OOC: So, first of all, I know it's a little confusing, but this post is Vira-Lorr, not Neopolitan. They're body-swapped for 24 hours on recovering from death, thanks to John Gaius' plot.)

[The feed came on. Vira-Lorr's fortune teller booth was in the background, but Vira-Lorr herself was nowhere to be found. Instead, Neopolitan was seated there at the table, looking like absolute trash. She wasn't dressed in her usual pinks and browns, but rather a plain ao dai that didn't fit well at all. There were several scars visible on her skin and her hair was a frightful mess. Anyone who knew Neopolitan well would know that to see her like this bordered on the impossible. She never let people see her scars or battle damage. She was always perfect, wrapped in illusions that disguised her current state.

The girl sighed, looking over a small placard of chalk and holding it up for the camera.]

This is Vira-Lorr.
To the girl in my body.
Please contact me.

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[The feed shut off and switched to text shortly afterwards.]

First of all, I apologize for addressing people in my current state but I did not really want to wait until the situation remedied itself. Again, this is Vira-Lorr. I believe the girl whose body I currently inhabit is called Neopolitan? She is probably in my body at present. We will have to make do for the moment unfortunately, as I don't know how long it will take for this to rectify itself.

I owe several of you an apology. My warning earlier this month appears to have been very apt, and something came over me earlier this month. I don't know how to describe it as anything other than a madness that centered on wanting to protect two people very close to me, no matter the costs or risks. That protective side of me was perverted and twisted to the point where I am aware that I participated in causing a great deal of harm recently. It was not my natural intent, but I am deeply sorry regardless.

If there is a way I can make some form of penance, speak with me.

I also want to be clear. Whoever fired the shot that took me down? I hold no ill will for it. I wasn't in my right mind, and given the events that were going on? I can't fault you for shooting to kill. We can't always be saved, and deep down we do all know that after our bodies reconstitute we are usually sane again. Sometimes, it is a mercy in this place.

I will be keeping a bit of distance until my body is in its correct state, but if anyone needs me? Contact me. If you feel a need to shout at me? Well, I can't say I don't understand. It wasn't always easy to speak with my own friends when one of them went crazy at times in my past.

[Continuation of this conversation.]

Wow...what an experience. I have so many questions, starting with "How did Game of Thrones finally end?", passing through "How else did it parallel your real life?" and ending with "What was Lothal like in comparison?" but I don't want to be weird or make you uncomfortable. (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖

You can ask me stuff too, if you're interested. That'd be much more fair than me just sitting here interrogating you or whatever. Or not, it's your call!

(Hang on, did you say you'd been in another cross-dimensional nexus before this one? How does that even work?? Not that I'm disbelieving you, but man. The multiverse really is weirder than I ever knew.)

[ She's a blushing little ball of happiness. ]

Happy Birthday, Sasuke-kun!

[ It kind of sounds like a private message, but it's not. How else is she supposed to let all his friends know that it's his birthday? ]

Oh...uhm...I meant to make that private. [ Such LIES... ] But since, it's not, and the cat is out of the bag, I might as well let all his friends know it's Sasuke-kun's twentieth birthday today! You should all wish him a very happy birthday...and then hide me until this blows over.