Deer Country Network

[ she hasn't really made a network post since her accidental outing. ahiru has never been fully comfortable with the network and digitally, she is not the best. but she understood that this was the best way to be heard. and for others to be heard as well. ]

Uhm . . . My name is Ahiru — [ and she bows for a second. ] — And I kind of want to talk about us. Well, not just us, but the people who have left us. There is always a piece of heartbreak and sorrow that stays when friends and family that we love depart on a new journey. And their story from now on may no longer bear us.

[ she pauses. sorrow for her is a complex and simple feeling. it hurts but she is a duck. she expects all people in her life to be transient. gone. and yet.

she must respect what they have given her. what they imparted on her. in this, she is not just a duck. she is also ahiru, someone they once loved. ]

So I thought maybe we could all share a little story. A feeling. A moment. I'll start first. Mr. Bigby seemed like a scary man. He had a lot of scars and hurts from his time before. But he was always so kind. He liked the music I shared with him and he even helped me with my dance hall. Lysithea . . . was strong. She wouldn't let me quit and she took the time to take care of me. She let me help out around the shop and try her new desserts. When I was with her, I also felt strong, just like her.

Varian and Fern . . . Even though I didn't know them well, they took me into their home and took the time to listen and hear me out. I trusted them with my secret and they accepted me so easily. They gave me a warm place I will always carry within.

I know it's hard . . . when we're the ones left behind. But maybe we could all share those pieces of warmth . . . and remember.

Hi, everyone! In case we haven't met, this is Manabu Yuuki. [brief, little wave.]

I've been doing a lot of research about the world outside of this city, and me and a few others went out to check out the perimeter...you know, past the Waystation and that nasty salt lake. There's a west-facing road out there that just...gets swallowed up by the forest.

But it is a road.

[...]

I want to go out there. See if there's not another town somewhere. This isn't the nightmare, after all...we're on a whole planet. And we can't be the only ones.

I'm not going out there alone, though: It's crawling with monsters, day and night. So I need backup. A lot of backup. Basically... I need some combat-veteran explorers willing to go out there and see if we can't find where that road leads...or used to lead.

We'll need a lantern, too. And lots of incense. That way, if it's too crazy, we can at least put a new waypoint down for future efforts, you know?

So... So that's it. If you're interested, let me know. I can send you the details if you're serious about it, and we can set out later in the week. Before any...monthly weirdness can kick up, hopefully.


[ooc sign-ups/questions here]

Hey everyone. Mako here.

[ The voice clips in just before the actual video appears for reasons that become clear in a moment: Mako steps back from where he's clearly set the Omni on a table to record what looks like a garage sale right outside the Raccoon Room.

A long table absolutely covered in little bits and baubles glints in the sun. In the center of everything sits Fritter the raccoon, Wu's omen, looking contrite and also sort of like she would like to leave. Her little ears are back and her tiny arms are crossed.

Scowling, Mako steps back to stand in front of the table, crossing his arms to match Fritter. ]

Some of you might have noticed some stuff going missing in the last couple months.

[ A pause. Mako glances back at Fritter, who huffs at him and holds up a winking blue heart-shaped gem on a sparkling chain. That... sure looks important. ]

Can't promise that what you lost is here, but there's a good chance it is. We'll be out here all day.

I'm sorry! [ Wu's voice pipes up from behind the camera ] It's my fault, really.

[ He turns the Omni around at a very selfie angle, pouting at the camera ]

I'm sorry that Fritter stole your stuff, it wasn't her fault! It was mine. Corruption just got me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was mean to so many of you. Shiro, I'm sorry for making fun of your hair; Jessica, I'm sorry for throwing you out of the Raccoon Room. Manabu, I'm really sorry that I made you get a tattoo. [ Big grimace there ] I mean, I still think it looks great on you—

[ Mako clears his throat and Wu wrinkles his nose ] but that's not the point! I'm sorry for all of it. I'm better now! No more corruption here, no sir.

[ A beat. Mako narrows his eyes even more.]

Uh, please come get your stuff!

(( ooc: absolutely feel free to assume your character's random trinkets and stuff is here even if it wasn't called out in the post! Fritter is a monster. Also feel free to respond in action if anyone wants to wander by and/or come get their stolen stuff! ))

[The video opens on the smiling, eye-patch-wearing face of Kaeya Alberich. He looks cheerful enough, but more than that, there is something decidedly smug about his expression too. Not that that’s surprising, given who he is as a person. And besides, he has excellent reason to be smug at the moment.]

Tell me friends, are you the gambling types? Ever make any interesting bets or wagers that you won? Or, maybe more interestingly, lost? I’d love to hear your stories.

[Kaeya’s one visible eye is near sparkling.] You see, I’ve recently entered into such a bet. And I won, of course. Isn’t that right, Diluc?

[The view pans to the narrow shouldered Diluc Ragvindr with his arms crossed over his chest. A white cloak with a soft fluffy ruff. An open shirt that shows off his well-muscled chest that’s marred by scars. In short, he’s wearing Kaeya’s clothes. He sighs and pushes away from the wall, walking towards the Omni.]

Yes, and now you get to have your fun until two weeks are up.

[Despite his words he doesn’t seem all that bothered by Kaeya gloating. He seems quite calm and aloof as ever..]

As I told you, you wear this better. [Then he focuses on the view.] My questions are different from his. What interesting things have you discovered here?

[Kaeya laughs and lifts one shoulder in a shrug.] I don’t know, I think you pull it off quite well. I’m sure everyone would agree. [Right? Right everyone?]

[The video opens on Sasuke, Lance is “directing” behind the “camera” (omen) with cue cards for him to read, and this music starts playing in the background. Lance gestures widely off camera in an urgent miming to Sasuke to start reciting what is written on the cards.]

[ Sasuke was clearly not expecting the music and he already looks so tired before he even looks at the cards. He’s trying. Honest. His forehead scrunches as he starts to recite, but it’s coming out in his usual flat tone, which is probably not helping anything. ]

Have you ever wanted to be cool… like the other side of the pillow? [ Sasuke looks off camera at Lance with irritation. ] You said you wouldn’t make me sound like an idiot.

[Lance is giving Sasuke the flattest look, then in a hushed urgent voice:] Dude, don’t make it weird, just keep going. No turning back now.

[He has more cards and they go with the music, stop messing with the flow! They haven’t even gotten to the memes yet.]

[ He gives him a look that makes it clear he doesn’t think he’s the one making this weird. Deep breath. He knows people better than you, Sasuke, remember?? ]

Awesome at kicking ass and taking names? Show off some cool ninja moves here. [ … Oh. Wait. He gets it. He rubs his forehead before going to takes a deep breath, and then blows a ball of fire on the cards to burn them.

There. Ninja move shown off. ]

Ninjutsu isn’t about blitzing chakras or becoming one with the shadows. I’m not using these.

[Lance isn’t affected by fire, so he just holds the burning cards in his hands and uses his powers to toss the burning pile into frame as he squints in annoyance.] Oh come on, we hadn’t even gotten to the best part!

[ Sasuke takes a deep breath, before deciding to just do what he probably would have from the start. ]

I’m offering to teach people ninjutsu and taijutsu; it’s the way the ninja in my world perform battle techniques and focuses on utilizing one’s inner life force, also known as chakra, to manipulate the physical chakra around you. Taijutsu is basic martial arts techniques that use chakra to increase the strength of both your offensive moves and your defensive blocks. I believe it will be able to help people who need to learn how to control their new found blood powers and, for those who are dedicated enough, will grant similar abilities to those who have no special blood powers at all. [ He forms a ball of water in his hand, quickly warps it with a wind current to freeze it, and then melts it by heating his palm. ] If you are interested, please let me know.

[ Boring!! But to the point. Sasuke gives Lance a look, like he’s offering to let him wrap up with whatever he wants here. Is that wise?? Probably not.

Lance rolls his eyes offscreen and adds, poking his head into frame: ] Super Awesome Ninja School, suck it Cobra Kai!

[Then he exits frame and has his Omen project a certain video, and the music is still playing:]

[The feed starts off in what looks like a small office. Hayato leans down, checking the Omni over to make sure it's working before he cracks a grin. Behind him, there's half a dozen lines of string with tons of photos clipped up and hanging.]

Good morning, Trench! Ichimonji Hayato, here. I'm a relatively recent arrival, so you may not know me, but I have something that may be of interest to the town.

[He scoots back in his chair, picking up the Omni, and carries it over to a string of photos.]

I'm a freelance photographer by trade, and I've been working my ass off trying to figure out how photo development works here. I've taken a lot of test photos, blown through my meager film rolls, but after a lot of trial and error, I think I've gotten something passable!

[He will start to pass the Omni along each of the photos hanging on the string. They're mostly photos of Trenchies or even Sleepers he might have flagged down for info on his first few weeks here. There's some architecture in the photos, but most of it is people.]

Using blood magic instead of chemicals has been kind of a learning curve! But I'm way too stubborn to give up, which is why I'm happy to say that the photos I was hired to take for Wu-san and Mako-san's wedding are all done! There were a lot of people in these photos, and I always keep my negatives, so while the first packet are for our newly weds, anyone who remembers me taking their photo is welcome to hit me up for copies!

[There is a pause and he moves to a completely different string of photos. These are not the wedding photos, those are private unless Wu and Mako give him permission to show them off, but instead these next photos are ...very different in theme. He begins to show off some photos of the base camp, just before the Leviathan attack.]

Moving along to my next project--

[His voice is a lot more somber now.]

Just before the Leviathan struck, I took a lot of photos around the base camp. Some of you might remember seeing me. That battle ...it was gruesome and terrible. It was hard won with a great deal of sacrifice, but I wanted to say that ...we did win, and everyone's hard work should be acknowledged and appreciated. The city was saved and the people who gave everything they had to protect it are heroes in every sense.

To that end, my goal with these photos was to show the city, to show everyone, the face of these hard working people. To see the spirit of those who came together to take down this threat. I have these photos up in my studio for anyone who'd like to come and see.

[After a moment the Omni returns to where it was first, sitting on his desk. Hayato's somber expression brightens up into something more cheerful, once again.]

That's about all of it, I think. Hope you all have a lovely day!

[The feed will end, but there is an attachment for a physical address and lamp location for his studio.]

[ooc: For both the Wuko Wedding photos and the Base Camp Leviathan photos, feel free to assume Hayato took your photo, even if we did not thread! (RL got hectic for me in the end) For the base camp photos, Hayato would have asked for consent to keep the photos, and he is open to taking anything down if someone changes their mind! The Leviathan photos are of base camp only. Nothing was taken once the fight started.]

[The thread is open to both Network responses and Action tags for visiting his studio!]

[ Sal appears on video, for a moment he's perhaps a touch too close as he peers through his omni. Once he leans back and fully comes into view there's just some masked dude with a mess of blue hair staring into your souls. He has an odd looking guitar on his lap, and when he speaks his voice is slightly muffled and raspy.]

So, sup. I'm Sal, but everyone calls me Sally Face. [ He gives a small wave. ] To cut to the chase; I play guitar. So if anyone needs and or knows who needs someone who can shred it, or maybe gently shred it — I don't know, hit me up?

While I'm here, what's everyone's favorite kinda music? Any recommendations? This might be the most ridiculous thing to say given literally everything about this situation but I could use somethin' to do. Which isn't really a bad thing. It's a nice break. But, you know...[ He's just going to cap this off with a vague handwave as he trails off...he's been a bit isolated for a while, forgive the awkward. ]

[ But! Instead of just making everyone take his word for it that he knows what he's doing he decides to strum out a few notes as an example. A very energetic, alternative rock tune that might sound slightly familiar to some.

He's totally playing a rock version of Mary Had a little Lamb. He panicked, okay! ]

Hello, hello Trench! If you don't know me, I'm Wu, and I run the Raccoon Room, Trench's exclusive Sleeper performance venue.

[ Wu grins at the camera, talking a bit fast, clearly excited about something. The excitement palpable even through the Omni with his paleblood power projecting his emotions. Fritter the raccoon is perched on his shoulder, holding on to some of his hair as he talks ]

I come to you today with an announcement. A very important announcement! I know a lot of us have baggage we're carrying around from back home, and after a while, you might be like, hey, this isn't super important anymore! And then something happens, and it's suddenly really, really important again.

[ Wu puffs himself up a bit, sitting up straighter, putting his free hand solemnly to his chest. Fritter mimics him, doing the same action with her little paw to her heart ]

So, today, on this, February second, of the Egg Moon in Trench, Deer Country, I, Wu, King of the Earth Kingdom back on my world that doesn't have it's own specific name, I hereby formally abdicate my claim to the Earth Kingdom throne and title.

[ As soon as he's done, the formality breaks and he lets out a bright laugh. Fritter chitters excitedly, crawling up into Wu's hair. ]

Whew! That felt good, really good. [ But then his eyes go wide and he adds, conspiratorially: ] Oh, but if you're from home and you somehow go back home and there's another Wu there, he didn't do that, not yet at least! He still has some work to do.

[ We're back to casualness, and a bright, wide grin. ]

I'm glad that's done with. Oh, boy. You know, that super important thing? Mako and I are getting married! And he doesn't want any pesky titles following him around like mine was. So, we're just going to be two regular guys. Just two guys, getting married. [ He sighs happily, clearly deeply, disgustingly in love. Fritter rolls out of his hair and he casually catches her in his arms.

Then he gasps again, sitting up: ] Oh, and you're all invited! February 20th, at the Raccoon Room. I'll see you there!

((ooc: originally posted on Deerington's network, oops. If you already tagged, I've move them all over here))

[Vira-Lorr was seated in her shop, reclining in her chair and looking at the table, her omni set up on the other side. She had a frown on her face, her eyes narrowed. The third eye glittered a little, seeming to almost glow softly in the low light of the room. The candles that were set out flickered and gave the fortune teller's chamber a soft, almost eerie glow.

On the table in front of her were a set of three tarot cards. She steepled her fingers, looking them over before sighing and turning her gaze to the feed, shrugging.]

Well, I never said my visions were always pleasant. Just a thought for my fellow sleepers, as you get ready for the next month. The locals call February a bitter month, and the story of Doorway is not exactly a happy one, trapped and forever waiting for someone who may never return.

Next month, you may be plagued by the possibilities, the imaginings and wishes that you might have in your hearts. Unsure, you might just find yourself at a crossroads, an important decision to be made. And if you choose one way, you may find yourself... what is the saying? "Crying over spilled milk" while you do not see the cups there, full on the shelf and waiting. But a choice always has at least two possible outcomes, yes?

[She reached over and drew another card. She smirked softly.]

Perhaps you might find what it is you want. The season of the Egg Moon is supposed to be a time of Rites, after all. Follow your hearts and choose wisely.

[And with that vague smirk, she flicked the camera feed off.]

[ There has been a great deal of things that Sasuke has learned about in the few weeks he's been here just from talking to new people. All of them have been extremely confusing concepts, like therapy and the idea that people take care of children when they don't have anyone else to take care of them.

Some of these conversations where he's learned things have ended in more questions than answers. He could ask for more clarification from the few he's already made contact with, but the more possible answers he can get, the better. He thinks.

He hopes.

This could be a mistake. ]

How would you suggest someone improve their communication skills?

If your go to response is "talk to people", spare me. I'm only interested in more thorough answers.

Out of respect to delicate souls, please consider the follow content warnings before reading this post: NSFW content, sex, so much sex, fetishes, kinks, sex toys. Please avert your pure eyes and scroll past the orange.

Anyway, now that that bullshit's out of the way...

Do you need to get off? Are you insecure about your sexuality? Confused? Do you want to explore new avenues in your current relationship? Do you want to feel sexy and confident in your own skin?

I have the solution for you: me.

Or rather my new shop Yow Ease. You can swing by and pick up toys to spice up your life, costumes, ropes, unique furniture, or if you just need some basic sexual advice, or if you need instructional videos on shibari or how to use a strap or different positions...Whatever you need, I can provide. Or in theory, find out a way to provide.

I take commissions. Meaning I can make specific toys or outfits or whatever. I don't judge people's preferences because frankly, that shit's all a social scam anyway, and I don't really care what your junk is. I can find something to suit you and your needs. Probably.

I recognize that a lot of people feel shy about this kind of stuff so I have automatically privatized this whole post. So you don't need to sweat it if you have questions or requests. No one will see your shit but me.

You're welcome.

ooc: Dirk is a paleblood so he will likely influence characters to be more honest in their responses to this video per january's influences :')

[ Hi, yes, it's Dean showing his face on the network, which is rare as hell. He looks like bagged shit, but he's ALIVE, and he's grateful for that. His omni is set up in the kitchen, facing him at the table and yeah, sorry, he's low key surrounded by disassembled weaponry. ]


So my brother, Sam, has been a friggin' menace to Trench the last few months, as I'm sure most of you are aware at this point. No worries, he's currently in therapy. [ ignore the monster roar there. ]

My question to you guys is this. [ He holds up a charm bracelet, wiggling it around. ] This is my moms charm bracelet. It's missing three charms. Has anyone seen them? They'd be silver, vintage from the 70s - so kinda worn, probably sterling.

Anyway..yeah. If you've seen those charms, let me know as soon as possible. Please.

[ He hesitates, like he's not sure if he should add this or not, but. Some people probably wanna know. ]

My little brother, Sammy. The fourteen year old. He's gone home, voluntarily. He said...bye.

[ okay thats it bye ]

Today is Raleigh Becket's birthday. It's an ongoing tradition to get him a lot of beans. He'd be sad if nobody did.

You can drop them off at [ his address. ]

Thanks.

[ Totally disguised your typing style, Mako, great job. ]

[Lysithea appears on the screen in front of a doorway painted mint green, looking grim, but resolute. Her arm is in a sling and she has obvious scars and cuts across her face and neck, but at the very least, she is in one piece. She couldn't say the same for some of her friends.]

I am one day late.

I am pleased to announce...

[And here she makes a gesture with her good hand, and it becomes clear that this is a recording through the eyes of her Omen. The bird flaps back a few feet to reveal a recently renovated building that looks, if not grand, at least, well... intact.]

The grand opening of the Patisserie Lysitherie. Located in the Willful Machine, [address here], five minutes' walk from the closest Lamp Friend.

[Lysithea steps inside and her Omen follows to showcase part of the interior.]

...I'm sure I've prattled on about my business long enough, so I won't bore you with more details. Just know that our trade rates are exceedingly reasonable, and we seek to procure only the finest ingredients from the docks. It is winter, of course, so temper your expectations accordingly. Additionally, all purchases will come with a package of Weeping Wafers, our first in-house concoction. The taste is nutty and earthy with hints of nutmeg and almond. It's delicate - and not excessively sweet.

Most importantly, it is made with raw, diced Weepers.

After the... occurrences of the previous month, I imagine we could all benefit from their magic. If you seek mental stability, come by and we're happy to provide you with free samples. Don't take too many, though - I don't know what the effects are if you overdose.

...Well, that's all. Thank you for your business.

[...It is evident that Lysithea has no idea how to end this. After a moment, she looks around awkwardly and then dips her head as if in a bow before the transmission cuts.]

[action, ota, at the Patisserie]
[Lysithea will be manning the sweets shop during business hours. Her employees are welcome to join her when they're free - she could use some extra help, given her dislocated wrist. Drop by to sample normal baked goods, Weeper products, or simply strike up a conversation.

On slow days, Lysithea can be found eating her Weeping Wafers and fingering what appears to be an old research journal of some sort.]

Good morning, Trench! [Michael seems pleased with himself today!] I'm here to announce the grand opening of a brand-new boutique - the ~Garb Place~!

[He claps his hands together and then spreads them, creating a little shower of golden magic sparkles. The camera swings around briefly, showing a panoramic view of a small shop interior, before returning to Michael.]

That's right! I've decided to use my incredible reality-bending abilities to make clothes! All custom orders, so literally whatever you want. Within reason, I guess, but I've still got enough power here to make that a pretty broad category. Ah, and I've also got some jewelry I made when I was bored, and some drinks and small cakes.

[The camera turns briefly - oh, it looks like there's just a little area in the boutique to Chill. Including, yes, small cakes.]

Those are...I don't know, those are free if you want to just hang out. I'm a little bored here, and I feel like having a shop does mean being in the shop for large portions of the day. That's a little weird...

Anyway - I feel like this city really needs a little brightening up. I understand if people want practical clothing, but it doesn't need to all be black. And hey, it's fun! Check this out!

[Time to view some ads! These are all just pictures of Usagi in flashy, fancy dresses. Very couture. It's not actually very much like a traditional fashion shoot - Michael really doesn't have or understand that whole male-gaze-y affair - but it does look like they had a ton of fun taking the photos! She's probably stage-fighting with swords or something in some of them. It was a whole thing.]

Now - for this month, I'm offering a special discount on full-coverage outfits. They're very in right now, apparently due to all of the potentially deadly mushroom spores floating through the air. I've even made a few hats!

[The camera turns about to show off a few fancy veiled hats, except that the veils are clearly designed to cover the entire face, and are rather more like sheer fabric than netting.]

Honestly, if you don't have anything good to wear, just let me know and we'll work something out. Sounds like it's getting more dangerous out there. Cover up, stay safe. And drop by if you want to look at clothes and eat little cakes!

So normally on this day, around the galaxy, we celebrate "Life Day". A holiday that originated on Kashyyk, many other species also take the time to enjoy the holiday.

And while we have our own holidays from various parts of the universe and worlds, I thought it would be nice to acknowledge this one. In the spirit of the day, please share one thing about a friend, family or partner that you truly appreciate and love about them.

And perhaps we can respond in turn.

For instance, I would say I'm very grateful to have met Usagi. She's a kind, thoughtful person who always puts other people first and does her best to look after them. I'm truly glad to have met her, even in a place like this.

Now, perhaps someone else would like a turn?

( ooc: ic love meme, go wild! )

Hello everyone! Ladies and Gentlemen and.. people who aren't either but.. are other things I guess- ANYWAY! I'm Bolin, you might know me, I was in Deerington for a little while before we made the journey here. Mako's brother, earthbender, at your service.

[Bright! Excited! He's got so much to say and it's all great!! Bolin is sitting in a booth in The Raccoon Room, it's all very fancy and newly opened as you might remember from the big party on Halloween. Heck, you might have seen him there performing tricks with his omen Pabu the fire ferret, who is currently draped around the back of Bolin's neck like a scarf, only mildly interested in what's happening but squeaks every time Bolin gesticulates particularly big.]

Firstly, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who came to the Raccoon Room's opening night, it was great and I know it meant the world to Mako and Wu. And hey, if you had fun you should come back which is what brings me to my next point!

We're gonna do a musical.

[Jazz handssssssss! His eyes are very bright. Is this a good thing? Should you be worried? Remains to be seen.]

Wu has asked me to direct it, with music by Ryan from Chicken Choice Judy aand I know what you're thinking: Oh- Bolin [In falsetto, because that's how you all sound and you know it.] but a musical we don't know-

Wrong-o, it is going to be amazing and you're all going to love it. So good news, we're casting!

There's going to be auditions.. and costumes and music! And sets! It's going to be like a live action mover with songs, I can't actually think of anything better.

So, if you're interested in being a part of the show and auditioning or getting on the crew, drop me your name, questions, and deets and welcome to Trench's very first musical production ooffffffffff wait for itttttttttt?!!?

[ The feed opens to black, and then the lights blast on, shining on Wu, standing on a stage with green back panels framing him, a green flowering hat on his head, a green tailcoat on his thin frame. There's a small raccoon in a matching hat perched on his shoulder. He’s holding a microphone even though this is, you know, a video ]

My good people of Trench! Sleepers, locals, all, I am thrilled to introduce to you: Ryan Akagi, of Chicken Choice Judy!
( Cut for length-- click for a sweet song )

[ When Zari's face comes on the screen, it's painted like a glamorous leopard spotted cat and her hair is done up to mimic the shape of cat ears. She's sitting on a plush pink upholstered chair with carefully curated items on the wall behind her that fit the themes of light pink and leopard print. ]

Hi, Z Nation! It's your favorite celebfluencer... me! Okay, I know we're all from different times and places and a lot of you don't know me yet, but that's okay. We'll get there. My name is Zari Tarazi and I'm all about clean living, beauty and staying true to yourself. I'm a model, actress, singer and practicing Muslim.

I think I need to start doing regular content here, because I have absolutely fallen off my posting schedule in the last few months and that's no way to live, so think of this as a sort of newsletter-vlog. Or whatever.

[ She sits up a little straighter and then resettles in, eyes glancing to the side quickly to make sure her ring light is still positioned correctly. ]

First of all, I am looking for instrumentalists who would be interested in helping me to make some new music. Just something fun... maybe we could do some little concerts around the city the brighten everyone's days, record a few things. No big. I would be singing, of course, but I'm open to the right collaboration.

Next up, who wants to get mani-pedis t want to meet some people who are down for gabbing and good skincare and I haven't had a facial since we saved the world or stopped with me or do face masks or anything like that? I'm dying for some feminine companionship. Now, I don't drink, but if you want a glass of wine with all that, totally cool with me. I justime from collapsing in on itself?

[ She looks away for a moment. ]

Is that what we did? Oh, whatever. Anyway, you're totally welcome for it, but my skin is a disaster. Time travel rages havoc on the pores.

Oh, and speaking of not drinking, where's a good spot for mocktails around here? Low-cal preferred, organic required. Consume healthy when you can!

[ A small pause. ]

This is normally where I'd plug a sponsor like Hello Fresh or RAID: Shadow Legends, but I guess since this is a new series I don't have one yet. Would you like to be a sponsor? Hit me up in the DMs. Otherwise check out John Constantine's store. I'm there sometimes, so come by. I mean I don't work there or anything. I just hang around. Oh crap I'm one of those people who hangs around their friend's job, aren't I? I really need that music thing to happen. Please and thanks.

Oh and like, subscribe and comment down below with your cutest masks or makeup. Let's inspire each other! Wait does this thing have an engagement algorithm? Whatever. Just show off your cutest looks this month! Love ya!

Good evening, all. I think this is what is termed a 'bandwagon.' However, as I imagine we will all be busy dead, dying, or in the process of resurrecting soon, I thought I had better commit before October.

I'm opening a bakery and sweets shop.

[Lysithea pans the camera to a table that is covered with pans filled with dozens of buns, cakes, and confections of different colors. It really looks extremely well done. One would imagine that Lysithea applies herself with the same intensity to any task she undertakes.]

Everything will be sourced from traditional Fódlan desserts, passed down through family histories and collected by hand in this book. I've realized that if I'm not the one who makes these treats, I'm... never going to taste them again. So I thought I should share.

[The view changes to an enormous tome currently open to a page titled Saghert and Cream in script prominently displaying a luscious picture of some kind of fruit and cream concoction. It really looks like this was drawn by hand.]

I'm baking from my room for now. If you want anything here, you can drop by or I'll bring it over. If you want delivery, you've got to get at least a dozen, because frankly, I'm not running all over town to give you one sweet bun. I'll open a proper location when it's not Death Month.

...Thanks.

[She signs off after a moment's awkward hesitation, as if she's not sure what to do next.]

[video pt 2, ten minutes later]

It's -- me again. Upon further reflection, I have no idea how to run a business, at all, apart from the portion where you confidently declare it in public.

I would... appreciate advice.

And help. If you are willing to be paid in cake.