[Heath's face appears on the screen, as in the background, some guy falls down the same step he's fallen down for the last few days now.]

So hey, I don't know how many of you come from Earth, but this whole thing is reminding me of this movie my parents made me watch once. You know, it had Bill Murray in it and the day just repeated and repeated. I think it was because the guy was a jerk who hated groundhogs?

Anyway, he totally fixed the timeloop, by doing...something? I kinda dozed off. But if this thing is like that movie, maybe we can break the cycle by doing exactly what that guy did. Whatever that was.

Someone else has seen this movie, right? Back me up here!

[And once again, Heath neither does not says anything useful.]

[For his second message Victor's really kicked things up a notch. He's actually learned how to use the damned thing finally, which means that there's no more awkward half-faces or yelling. Instead the device is propped against something, giving the viewer a good look of all six feet of Victor Goddamn Sullivan and his mustache. He's sitting comfortably behind a large desk, hands folded on the surface. It would be a rather impressive look, but wherever he is it's dimly lit, dirty and rundown looking. Still, the desk is solid and heavy, and his bearing has all the confidence of someone not sitting in a crumbling-down disaster.]

Evening folks. Some of you might know me, but for those of you who don't, my name's Victor Sullivan.

[He smiles charmingly throughout, and even if he can't shake your hand you get the feeling he would if he could.]

I'm coming to you all with an exciting opportunity. I, and a few associates, have been working towards opening a new business in the heart of New Exsilium. I have a location, and the means, but I'm looking for some help from my fellow transports.

[There's a clear shift in gears, and he leans over his elbows, getting closer to the screen. It's intimate.]

I'm looking for a few strong men to help me get the place in order. I've got enough cash to pay the locals for the heavy-duty stuff, but people willing to chip in to help move furniture, paint, and get the place cleaned up would be appreciated. I'm also looking for some staff, especially people with previous bar, kitchen, or service experience.

If you think that sounds like you, and you're looking for some work, let me know.

[The seriousness fades like it was never there, and he leans back in his chair again, spreading his hands.]

As for the rest of you, look forward to the opening of The Stag soon. Thank you and I look forward to seeing ya.

( ((With that he switches to private, for Nathan Drake, Chloe Frazer, Charlie Cutter, Apollo, and Doctor Facilier)) )

Hello everyone.

[ Video feed opens up with Sophie sitting in the room of her cabin. Behind her is her stuffed rabbit and her fluffy pet cat Lion Carnival taking a nap on her pillow. She holds her arm up high, waving to all the viewers. ]

So my friend Sora told me more about Christmas. Not only does Santa come by to give presents, but you can sing carols on this holiday too.

[ She stands up. ]

He taught me a lot of great songs. There's this one called Jingle Bells and it goes like this:

[ Clearing her throat, she starts singing (more like parroting) in the exact horrible tone-deaf way that Sora taught her. The singing causes Lion Carnival to wake up, hop off the bed and run off screen...

As she sings, she dances side to side, swinging her arm. ]

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells- jingle all the way! ♫

Oh! What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh. ♪

[ The tone deafness ends here. Aren't there more words to this...? Well, Sora didn't even know. For the rest of the song, she starts to sing "la la la" to the rest of the Jingle Bells tune. Strangely, her "la la"-ing is more in tune than what Sora taught her... ]

La la la, la la la~♪

[Preaching is something Kevin can do blindfolded, but socializing is not by far his specialty. In fact, right now he wishes he was blindfolded. And yet he is braving the terrifying audience of strangers to deliver his very important invitation. It is that time of the year, after all.]

G-good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Please allow me to apologize for infringing on your time. However, I wonder if any of you would be interested in joining a little amateur choir? The city seems odd without proper Christmas carols, wouldn’t you agree? Fortunately, I have had the honor of directing a few church choirs in the past, and happened to find a place that seems just right. [He casts an uncertain glance over his shoulder, revealing a dark and creepy museum hall.] …As long as one refrain from feeding the penguins, I suppose. [He redirects his attention to the tablet with a self-conscious cough.] Perfect acoustics, I tell you!

Ah, and for those adventurous enough to give it a try, there will be cookies and hot cocoa after every rehearsal.

[Cookies and hot cocoa should not be viewed as a bribery for heaven. Not at all. Why, even the most prayerful can use a little nudge now and then.]

[...she's doing it. she's finally got the courage to show her bunny face to everyone. she's actually posting in video!

it's fitting, though, because it's related to what she wants to say. there's no hiding it now, and maybe, just maybe, she's getting over her hesitation around humans.]

Y'know, it's... it's really tough here, for those of us who aren't humans. We got trouble with goin' to the same places as the rest of y'all, and now... I mean, I'm happy we were able t'change what happened to these folks, but now, it's even harder. D'you know what I'm sayin'?

[frowning, she looks down into the snow. a cloudy blue sky is behind her.]

Us critter-types... I think we gotta stick together. We don't got much've a choice, now. I wanna find someplace where we can keep outta sight from the local folks, but still live happy and do what we need to to help. I guess what I'm sayin' is, we should group up.

[remembering something, she looks back at the camera with a mild sense of urgency.]

Uhh, although the first rule is, no eatin' of each other.

What do y'all think?

[Medivh stands in front of his comm, it hovering by a gentle gesture from one outstretched hand. He scowls once before turning away, tossing over a number of rocks and pieces of metal. He has a small table in his room, which he's scorched and nearly torn apart with small experiments. Picking up and slamming a number of the rocks and metals down on the table-top, Medivh's hand turned over and an arcane trickle of magic imbued itself into the scraps he set down. Bit by bit, those scraps hardened and turned more dense, becoming pink crystals, which eventually shaped themselves into a little crystal imp. The imp looked around and suddenly shrieked with hollow, mechanical laughter before Medivh fed it a fresh scowl.]

I had forgotten what I had set out to say.

[He turned his hand open and with one callous gesture, he blew up the imp with a ball of flame. Shards of crystal flew around the room, some embedding in the walls.]

...Ah, yes. A library. I notice this place lacks paper. You may seem pleased with your affinity towards liquid chemicals and electricity, but I prefer something with more texture. Now, I require one thing of you. A date.

[Medivh's fingertip made looks in the air, the crystals slowly returning to where they were on the table. The imp began to reform, but in a patchwork sort of way. When he was done reforming, the imp didn't move so much, looking a bit less excited than he initially was.]

I need a date in which a suitable library would be present on the barren planet below. Make haste--my patience has already given way. You should learn quickly--a bored magus is a terrible thing.

[So, he blew up the imp again.]