[The video shows Dagger, who looks like she's wet from being in the rain, and clearly sick from the occasional coughing fit. At least she appears to be in her room now, after doing a search for Zidane that was in vain]

[She knows that the message that the person is off the network is a sign that they have gone home, but it's Zidane. She still feels she has to look for him just to make sure.]

Has..[a cough] Has anyone seen a man named Zidane? He's blond and has a tail. He's a friend from my-

[and another coughing fit. This girl should not be up sitting in that chair]

His name is off the network but...I wanted to check before I assumed he was sent home- [And a sneeze! And if her shifting and expression says anything, she feels embarrassed she actually made this post- like a fool to assume it could mean something else for Zidane to have him gone]

Thanks for your time.

[And the feed cuts off]

[the feed flickers on to show Charles in a neatly-pressed suit, looking about as professional as he always does]

Hello, everyone. Normally I wouldn't make this sort of open broadcast, but, ah - I need some information, and I thought asking the widest base possible might be the best course of action.

My name is Charles Ofdensen, I'm a recent arrival to the Initiative, and I've been doing a little field work for them, the past few days. I've run up against something unfamiliar, and I was hoping some of you might be able to tell me what a symbol means.

[he holds up a paper with this drawn on it]

Any information you have would be quite appreciated. Thank you for your time.

*There's something strange about this broadcast, and not just that it doesn't seem to be deliberate. While it is indeed being recorded by one of the prototype rings, it's picking up two voices: one easily recognizable as Margulis', the other female and entirely new.*

Tis a shame, is it not?

What are you on about this time?

That thou canst not repeat thine meeting with Uzuki. Was not thine argument with him similar to some of thine discussions with Chaolan?

You mean about my death. Perhaps their points had some similarities, but it's a moot point now.

Thou art evading again. Thou hast seen for thine self that any could arrive in this place.

What reason would I have-

Dare thee ask that question of thineself? Thine tendency to deny the foolishness of thine stubborn habits is well displayed, as is thine aversion to speaking of thine own emotions.

Paschar...that's enough.

*The female voice sighs in disappointment.*

If thou art that determined...

[The feed cuts on and a voice starts up almost immediately.]

Soooo... [He pauses.]

I was gone for a week, like the Initiative said I would be, but I get back and it's been more like- [Hums a little, as if he's calculating it] -six weeks give or take, according to the network date here. It looks like everything caught on fire while I was gone, too. Go figure.

Not only that, but there's a flood of newbies, too, as well as people I missed from the last one. Anyone willing to give me an update? Or link me to where another thread that explains it would be fine, too.

Anyway, I'm Blaine. Good to meet the new people, and for the old crowd, I'm back.

[Feed cuts off]

[[Action available for Roommates or people who would seek him out to speak in person. All responses will be in Audio unless it's text.]]

[Saori's rubbing her temples as the feed starts. She's sitting down on one of her bar stools in the Uji tea shop. No one else is in at the moment, given how early in the morning it was.]

[ The video feed turns onto Medusa in her new apartment - expression serious before she begins to speak. ]

Greetings Exsilium. For those of you who do not know me, I am Queen Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon, and from this point forward I will be acting as a direct liaison between the Initiative and Transports. While previously discussed, my appointment now is in part due to the actions of those individuals who procured the space ship and the request for more transparency and warning of upcoming events from the Initiative.

My job, as it stands, is to make sure everyone is informed about upcoming missions and other news with ample time to prepare, rather than the hurried explanations that we are all familiar with at this point. Which is what brings me here before you now.

[ She straightens even further, hair spreading out to cover the rest of the screen that isn't taken up by her body. ]

Recently the Initiative has been working on technology to return those who are unwilling or unable to fight back to the universe of our origin. But it is new and unrefined, and the possible consequences include permanent relocation to a world not your own.

Which is why the Initiative requires a volunteer to return to his or her own universe. The portal will be unstable - it may not open to the correct universe or remain open for long. They also seek a small number of people to go as a security team to protect both the individual who's world you have hopefully traveled to and a number of Initiative members sent to examine the situation.

Again, I must stress that there is no accounting for the dangers one might face, and the consequences it may have for you, your universe, or the team that the Initiative will send with. Do not volunteer if you are hesitant or unprepared to deal with said consequences; however, if you have questions, I will do my utmost to answer them.

Furthermore, if there are any among you who wish to aid me as a liaison, please inform me at your earliest convenience.

Thank you.

( ooc|| Signups are still open and can be found here as well as ooc information! )

*From the view behind him Margulis is evidently standing on one of the abandoned buildings in Exsilium, looking out over the city.*

Well...it's been a while, though it seems like it hasn't been long at all from this side of things. I hope this won't become a pattern, getting used to the loss of the Dark Hour was irritating enough once.

And Nakagawa... *There's a pause and a brief flicker of something that might be worry or anticipation on his face before his expression turns calm again.* You neglected to inform me that Pellegri and Uzuki had arrived in Prospero since my first visit here.

[text]
Sorry for the sudden announcement but my tea house, Uji, is now up and running. Please stop by if you have the time!

I'm always looking for hired help and don't forget I have that spicy meal challenge!


[video; private to Lee Chaolan]

Lee, have you seen Margulis since we came back from the mission? He was supposed to show for my tea house's opening but I never saw him. He's not the type to flake out and he would've messaged me if he couldn't make it.

[The feed is full of static when it starts, creating a background fuzz at best and bursts of incoherent noise at worst. As well, it switches indiscriminately between audio and video, flashing onto the annoyed and confused face of Ms. Lara Croft between blackouts.]

No, no, no--czzzrk--piece of--czz

--anyone can unders--czrk--roken, require assistance repai--

.......

--for God's sake, bloody future techno--

[The feed ends, but attached to the network post is a text message.]

IT APPEARS I HAVE MANAGED TO DAMAGE MY COMMUNICATION DEVICE. IF SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS HOW THESE THINGS FUNCTION, ASSISTANCE WOULD BE APPRECIATED. OR DIRECTIONS ON HOW TO GET A NEW ONE.

AS WELL, I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO LEARN HOW TO TURN THE CAPS LOCK OFF.

*The video turns on as the tablet is dropped to the ground in the training center, just in time to record Margulis walking away from it to stand directly across from...Margulis? Somehow there's two of him now, identical down to the scar running down the right side of his face. The one who dropped the tablet is muttering something to himself.*

-have to make sure to find out at some point how resistant they are to fire and electricity.

*He turns to face his doppleganger without a word. The duplicate cracks his knuckles and speaks as if continuing what the other Margulis had said, still in a tone that seems as if he's thinking aloud rather than talking to someone.*

Though I suppose in this case, I would be better off using weak Ethers even without carrying it. It feels like it's still active, but there is still the possibility that I'm mistaken.

*But whatever he's not sure about, he doesn't plan on letting it stop him as the one who spoke last launches a fireball at the other. The Margulis on the receiving end of the attack doesn't even flinch, even as the flame hits him and vanishes.*

Good. It seems whatever technology they used really did manage to overcome the disappointingly short time limit on that ability. Now for- hmm?

*It seems one of them has caught sight of the tablet and noticed that it's recording as both have turned to face it. After a moment, the first returns to what he was doing and electricity crackles on the ground around him in a circle before rising up through his body and fanning out in the shape of small skeletal wings before fading. In the meantime, the other one walks over and picks the tablet up.*

I suppose now is as good a time as any, though you'll have to forgive a slight delay in my responses. I'm looking for people to spar against...preferably without having to refrain from use of my Ethers to avoid rendering the fight one-sided. In other words, I'm not particularly interested in fighting people who can't stand up against someone with enhanced physical abilities and offensive magic. If you're interested and think you can handle it, let me know.

*With that, he turns the recording off.*

[Woe and betide Samus Aran, for her shower would forsake her this morning. It was a nice routine, not that she really liked the idea of settling into one much; wake up, stretch, shower, shove some breakfast in her mouth, go to the Police Station and do her Police Lady thing. This morning however would not be par the course; her nice, hot shower turned into an unforgiving sheet of frigid ice water pelting her back. Not to mention the utter darkness that fell over everything. The distinct hum of electricity stopped. The distinct, muffled and frustrated groans of a few other unfortunate apartment residents she could pick out through the walls. They could probably hear hers too.

Mere inconvenience? Or attack as well-founded paranoid let her mind secondarily settle into. She ambled out of the shower, slipping and sliding on the wet tile floor just to hastily throw a towel around herself. It's surprisingly dark inside the building despite the time of day, and her eyes haven't had time to adjust yet.

After a bit of fumbling around, eventually she manages to locate her tablet. Given the circumstances, she'll be sticking with audio.]

Requesting a status report from all awake and coherent Transports.

[If she could figure out if this outage was limited to just the apartment building or not, that would be a good first step.]

Who has electricity and who does not?

It's not fair.

[someone doesn't sound happy at all.]

She was my friend. But now...

YOU CAN'T TAKE HER AWAY!

BRING HER BACK!

[some loud, pained screaming.]

BRING HER BACK. NOW!

[wherever painwheel's at, she's decided to take her anger out on the place itself, as it sounds like there's quite a bit of wrecking, breaking, and smashing going on.

yeah, it's pretty bad.]

[ the name attached to this account, and thus with all applicable comments within this entry, reads Haruka Takahashi, as usual. ]

Hey. I have a question, if you're willing to answer.

Say I need to see a doctor, or something similar to one. Because I am surly, uncooperative, and paranoid, I would sooner toss myself in the Atlantic than go to the Initiative for "help."

I see, as is logical, that my fellow interdimensional abductees have started their own medical clinic.

So, how trustworthy are *they*? I have a relatively bad history with doctors as it is, and, as mentioned, I am uncooperative and paranoid. I don't want to blindly trust someone who might, for example, "accidentally" publish my brand new medical record, or treat me like a guinea pig for some pet project they were developing in their former world.

The reason I need one isn't anything so urgent where I'll keel over and die in the next few hours, without medical attention. I'm pretty sure, anyway. But, I'd appreciate insight, rather than demands I swallow my pride and go to the first person who claims good intentions and to be able to help.

Thanks in advanced.

[ When Mithos comes onto the screen he looks a bit annoyed about something. ]

Uhm.. Hello everyone, I'd like to ask a question. What would you say is a clean room? More specifically:

[ He flips his tablet so it shows the room he's in. There were books and papers scattered all over the room. Sticky Note were in various places with some sort of fancy chicken scratch on them. Among the books and papers were also clothing and while the bed was clean it wasn't made.

He moves the tablet around and among the mess is also Kratos standing there with his arm crossed. It doesn't look like he has a clue on what his apprentice was doing right now.

Once Mithos was done he turns the tablet back around so it faces him again. ]

Are there any of you out there who would call that a clean room? And is there any way to convince someone to clean their room.

[ Because he's pretty close to just cleaning it himself. ]

Thank you.

Has there ever been a case where someone who has disappeared from Exsilium came back?

[ Brows furrowed, it might be too much to hope for that. ]

Nevertheless, if you have any unfinished business with Miles Edgeworth, you will now report directly to me.

[ Her voice was strained, trying hard to subdue her anger. She ends the feed there before her feelings get the best of her. People familiar with the police force's office set-up might be able to tell that Franziska took over Edgeworth's desk. ]

[Lee's face isn't showing a happy one. He has spent a good chuck of this month, enough to make him take on radio silence, working on the ores and projects that has him busy since he got them from Gilgamesh. Now, it's time to break that silence.]

I sincerely apologize for my silence. Even more-so to my team. I shouldn't have locked you out when I should have asked you for help. Please understand that it is nothing personal.

Without further delay, I hope that now we can finally achieve our goals. I have more materials to work with and now the means to take the steps toward a finished product. What say you in completing what we started?

[The lab is finally finished and the gases, ores and other raw materials have finally been collected properly and organized the way it should be. There is a ton to work with now and the cannon he was working on is now a fully functioning working model.]

[ Oh hey look, it's Drift. And it appears he's finally given up the gun on the whole trying to pretend he's not a giant awkward robot. He sucks at this whole secret thing. So have a giant robot. ]

So hi there. Uhm. Right. So I'm Drift. And I've got just a few questions.

First is that uh. I'm becoming abundantly aware that I'll probably need to find a better way to fit in here for obvious reasons. I do have something called a "Holoform" which allows me to project a solid holomatter representation of a human. But I'm really. Not a human. So there's that.

I guess what I'm asking is for some help in how humans or organics are really supposed to act.

Second, I'm looking for work. It doesn't actually have to be paid work, but anything I can do to help. My skills lie in.

Uh. Lifting heavy objects, chopping things and... well I'm pretty decent in a fight. So you know. Sparring or training self defense? Anything anyone can think of that they need help with. Please don't hesitate to ask.

[ He's a little desperate to make himself useful. ]

I don't know who here was so tasteless as to deliver these cards this morning, but at this point, it doesn't particularly matter. If anyone else feels the urge to indulge in a juvenile "celebration" of an ancient holiday, I would suggest limiting to those you're personally familiar with.

[Lara comes onscreen, and she looks tired. Tired and disheveled. Tired and disheveled with some cuts and bruises.

But mostly so, so tired. Perhaps a better word would be "beat" or "disheartened."]

... I was wrong.




About leaving, to clarify. The Initiative is ... well-protected. But to be fair I am not often wrong.

[She gives a sigh.]

... I am going to explore the area, then. See what has happened to my homeland.

[Today Nepeta is...kinda looking like she's been run over by a steamroller. Guess who found out that so called elixir was hardly that, the hard way? Yea, this girl. But regardless she is putting on a brave face and smiling, albeit somewhat wanely]

So I have heard that there is a guest run clinic here, or something of the sort. I'd like to volunteer there. I've had some medical training on a military base for the past two years, along with some in...healing. Unfurtunately like the last time I was here I've been having some trouble tapping into it, so if there is anyone out there who could help me in that I'd really appurrciate it.

[A pause and she's reaching over to turn off the communicator before she pauses. The last bit is mumbled]

And if anyone knows anything good fur a hangover that'd be nice too...

[In the background, there are various items collected and some of those items have been fabricated into other things and one of them looks like a mini cannon that is also a working model along with a working model of a soil remediation machine that's about the size of a table. There's a computer monitor with a schematic of a sound redirection device and a sonic generator used primarily for defense.

The massive vortex cannon is still in view but is now outside of the workshop. There's some gas tanks, a glass fish tank with a few plants growing inside of it from seeds he collected in New Mexico and small animal inside of another that he managed to find. It's not a pet. There's also an evaporator and a distiller as the camera moves around.

In the three months he's been here and keeping off the network save for a few occasional responses, Lee has been really busy.]

Pardon my intrusion. I have a few things to address.

[He moves to stand out of the view of the devices he's managed to create and stands in front of the door instead. Since the location is not revealed, everything just seems pretty cut and dry as just another place.]

First of all, I would like to say welcome to our new arrivals. I know that it has to be a hard transition for most of you. I assure you, there are some of us that are working hard to correct our current situation. With that said, I hope that you can find some way of getting along with your roommates.

( Encrypted to Team Revolution )

I suppose the end of last month should be a lesson about placing too much trust in technology you can't fully control. While I fortunately had little interest in idle social interaction even back then, I do owe a certain amount of apology to those few who had to deal with my attitude of that time.

( Private to Pidonus )

( Action for Unit 904 )

So, uh...

Does anybody feel like talking? It doesn't matter about what.

I just really need the distraction.

[ it's been a month and mithos has gotten pretty situated here. however, other than getting used to the new place when he could (aka when they're not being transported somewhere else) he hasn't really ... done much else.

and that has included meeting others and getting to know them. and now that the person he really knew from back home seemed to have been avoiding him a week or so ago he feels... lonely.

perhaps a bit more than he should. and within that a pile of other emotions that come with it. he's doing a good job trying to suppress them but it's only a matter of time.

but as an attempt to rid of them, a question. ]

How easy is it for some of you to make friends? Or even become acquainted with someone. I know some people find it easier than others, so if you find it easy what is it that makes it easy for you?

[ he already somewhat knows the answer to the other side of the question. and there is always the 'i don't care' answer but that is one he doesn't want to hear right now.

there is a small pause ]

And what do you do when you're alone with no one to talk to.

[ because he certainly feels like he has no one to talk to right now. maybe it's partially why he's making this? ]

I have a question.  How do you know when someone is flirting with you?  I just do not understand flirting at all so I do not know how to recognize it.  Or how to even flirt.  It never really seemed like such an important thing.  But apparently it is?

I mean, for us sylvari we are blunt.  If we like someone we tell them.  We do not see a reason to beat around the bush, you could say.    But it seems to be a thing the other races do.

[Silence for a few moments, as if she's debating on adding anything else.]

We have some new arrivals again.  Hello!  I hope you can find a way to make this place feel like home.

[Video, public.]

[Gordon looks like hell. Drawn and sleepless, A large bruise on his forehead across the browbone, several scrapes, cuts and bruises on his face and neck, glasses scratched... He stares into the camera awkwardly, with bustle in the Labs behind him.]

No doubt you've seen the large anomalous mass in the middle of the city. I believe we know exactly what it is now.

It's a creature by the name of Zagreus. It's a conscious collective of timelines that had been unnaturally stopped from manifesting the way they should. The resultant energy has gained a name and a mind... of a fashion, but not a form. Yet. It's not alive in the conventional sense, but it does have a goal: to eradicate every timeline it comes into contact with, including ours. It had been dormant in the Doctor's subconscious until now; god only knows how it got out, but now it's free, and gestating inside that temporal knot in the center of town. Feeding off all the chaos of the age-scrambling while the Timeknot dilation field ages and turns to ash anything that gets immersed in it.

We've got to get in there and destroy Zagreus before it reaches full maturity. Thanks to the Doctor's schematics we at the Labs have created a handful of personal temporal stability devices that will enable us to get into the Tineknot unharmed. What we need now, are people who are willing to use them. We should have enough devices for anyone who wants to go in, anyone who wants to fight, but let me know here so that I can be sure of it.

Tomorrow morning we'll meet there. I plan on going in as well. It wouldn't be the first time I did something like this... But I get the feeling that even in its larval stage, Zagreus is going to take all our firepower to take down.

[Video, private to Morrigan]

[He knows she heard him, that he intends to throw himself into that portal to god-knows-where. He hadn't mentioned anything of the sort to her. Therefore:]

I think I owe you an explanation.

((EDIT: Log post is HERE! CHARGE!))

[At first the camera is focused on an empty chair but after a moment a hand made of shifting red and purple energy with black bones and stars encased in it grabs the back of the chair and pulls it out.  Soon Ghost, or as a few have come to know her as "Ciara", settles into the chair.  She doesn't look any different.  Well, aside from the fact that her uniform has a boob window and her expression is more friendly than usual.  In fact, she flashes an easy smile before speaking.]

This is certainly unexpected.  But that seems t'be the way of things here.  I seem to have some vague memories of bein' here befo', younger me.  Probably told y'all to call me Ghost or Ciara.  [She gives a soft laugh and shakes her head.]  Ne'er was so quick to trust back then.

In any case, allow me to properly introduce m'self.  Name's Dalila Galloway or Ghost if you prefer.  [Another smile.]

Anyway, onto the real reason for this.  Despite havin' memories of this place I'm findin' m'self a li'l lost.  Is there someone who would be a dear and show me around?

[The face of a man about sixty-five years old appears on screen. He's squinting at the blasted device through glasses that he's very glad he kept, but he would still struggle to make a text post at the moment---not with his old prescription. The voice is rougher, but still recognizable as Billy's to the few people he knows.]

Please answer this question for me: it's urgent.

Is extreme accelerated aging a known side effect of the transporter? I have several other hypotheses about my sudden condition, but this is the first I should test. And if you know of any cures for this condition, I'd appreciate a pointer. I'm drawing up my own attempts at a cure, but there's not much I can do with our limited supplies.

[He sighs wearily.]

I calculate that I'll age to the point of death within the next 36 hours, or sooner if it accelerates further, so there's not much that I have to lose.

((ooc: The aging is a canon event caused by his own tinkering at home gone wrong with a delayed reaction. And there's a canon medicine that would likely be at the Hold, but he hasn't a clue.))

[Guess who used all the hot water in the shower?

Marjolaine is lounging comfortably on the couch in her new living room, looking a good sight better than the day she arrived. Her hair is still styled very simply, but she is wearing an ornate dress that can be seen from about the waist up and subtle cosmetics.]

This new little toy of mine is almost as fascinating as some of you. I've read the darling tutorial, so sweet of them to provide it. I have a hard time believing it allows us to use the tablet to its full potential.

[She pauses and smiles.]

This is where you come in. Well, one of you. I'm looking for someone who knows their way around this technology for some more in depth study. I'm not foolish enough to expect you to do it for free.

I'm willing to talk arrangements. As a newcomer there's little I can offer you in influence or leverage. I suppose that means we may have to get creative.

Any takers?

( action )

Well, that was interesting. I never believed in the whole Moody Monday plan of Murphy's Law, but somehow I get the feeling he was on to something. It seems there was a little glitch. I'm glad I didn't bank on that actually working out.

A question to you fine folks; what is the one thing that you want most during your stay here? I must admit, closure is pretty high up on my list.

[Lee isn't in a pleasant mood to talk in voice and text helps him to ease his mind. The more he can think about something else, the better.]

[Koltira's at his lake, sitting cross-legged in its center, on a platform of pure, glittering frost. Byfrost, his runeblade, is stuck in the ice beside him, glowing darkly--a black miasma crawls and leaps around the sword throughout this transmission, though it doesn't seem to bother Koltira much. Rather, his attention is fully fixed on the tablet, which he holds up with one gloved hand. He's wearing a black, high-collared shirt with long sleeves; no armor at all is visible. A collection of glass bottles, most of them empty, surrounds him.

It's been about a month since his blood frenzy, and several weeks since he and a few of the others handled Arthas. Aside from his night out with Bariyan for New Year's Eve, Koltira has tried to seclude himself from the population of the island, and definitely tried not to talk about all the terrible things that happened during his frenzy.

He is a creature of guilt and despair even at the best of times, but this most recent go-round on the misery carousel has left him deeper in darkness than ever before. He's decided that he needs to offer some apologies. Some explanations.]

Before I speak to you of the true matter at hand, I wish to thank those of you who assisted in dealing with Arthas and rescuing the Lady Proudmoore. Though he escaped, it will likely be some time before he is strong enough to trouble us again.

[He pauses. His expression, which had been entirely stoic, turns downcast.]

Important as that is, however, it's not why I'm talking to you. I mean to apologize for my actions of some weeks ago, especially to those unfortunate enough to encounter me in the forest. I am so terribly sorry for the harm I caused. I was not in full control of my faculties--that is why I tried to issue a warning.

[He shifts in position slightly, so as to pick up one of the fuller bottles and take a fortifying drink. All right. Pressing on.]

As some of you know, I am a death knight, of a world called Azeroth. I was killed, and then my raising into undeath was ordered by Arthas himself. My body is the product of the worst kind of necromancy, and the curses that bind me together extend beyond the flesh. All of my kind are subject to constant pain; barely tolerable to living senses even at its lowest levels. We were designed, quite literally, to be killing machines in the service of the Lich King--a name that Arthas has taken now, and that he will indeed eventually become.

[Another pause, another drink. This part of the explanation is his least favorite, but he knows he must tell it, in the interest of honor and transparency.]

Our essential curse is this: the longer we--the longer I--go without inflicting suffering on another living creature, the more we suffer in turn. If enough time passes, we fall into madness. We think of nothing but blood. Seeking it. Spilling it. Our pain becomes excruciating. Unbearable, wracking spasms.

I fight against this every day, as do all my brothers and sisters in death. But it is not easy, and I occasionally fail.

[He winces even as he talks. Almost through it.]

Again ... I am sorry for the pain I've caused. In the interests of the city, both yourselves and the general population, I've left the apartments. I shall remain here, and I shall limit my time among you, save as I must come and go in service of your protection against other threats.

It is all I can do.

[He's quiet for a moment, staring down at the ice. That's all, right? That's all he can say, he thinks. He ends the transmission.]

Color me curious, my fellow captives! The holiday season may be over, but it's still very much winter. What winter-like activities were your favorite back home? Playing in the snow? Curling up in blankets? Drinking something warm and delicious? If you feel like sharing, I'll listen!

[She's looking for any distraction she can get--January hasn't been a good month for her in a long, long time. This is something more obvious in person, however. Should her roommates interact with her or someone ask to hang out, it'll really seem like something more is on her mind.]

[ The feed turns on and Leliana's giggling, obviously very pleased with herself. In her hand is a bedazzler, Maker save you all. In the background, you can see that her bed is FABULOUSLY BEDAZZLED, as well as her shirt and her bracelet. Even some stuff from her roommates' side if they want to, that is! ]

My friend Elissa gifted me with the most wonderful present! It is a bedazzler, I think, and it makes adding rhinestones and the like to garments and other items fast and easy. [ She casually pulls out a dagger. The hilt is, you guessed it, bedazzled. ] I have run out of items to... "bedazzle", however, [ giggles ] so if anybody wants to make their clothes pretty, come talk to me here! No charge. I'm just happy to share my blessings.

[ ooc: castmates, feel free to find some of your random items bedazzled. how did she do that? did she break into your room? YEAH PROBABLY. ]