you're going to be amazing

[Most people probably didn't really noticed Ogata's absence the last two weeks. He's not a very social person and he keeps to himself. He has, however, been out of the Brig for all of two days and his presence is already becoming something of a nuisance. All day today, anyone exiting or entering the dorm building will find themselves shot. By a watergun. Those with sharp eyes can catch a glimpse of Ogata on the adjacent roof. Stand around long enough and you might get blasted a second time. If you open your window even, you risk the chance of dealing with Ogata's water-based sniping.

Later in the day, comes something of an explanation;]

My demands are simple.
I want my weapons returned to me. I know Maya has them, but she refuses to give them back.
Get them away from her and back to me and I'll stop.

Until my property is rightfully back in my hands, this will continue.

[Halloween has come and gone, but not everyone had the chance to celebrate. Things have been pretty awkward since Monika's arrival and she chose to avoid the party in hopes of not making it worse. However, after receiving a nice little gift, she's in much higher spirits.

So she send out a video a few days after the holiday. It's starts with her smiling with a wave, a book in her free hand.]

Hi everyone! So after my test of initiation, I actually got a copy of one of my favorite books from it! It's called "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein! You can probably guess how I got inspired by my username ahaha!

Anyway I wanted to read one of my favorite poems from it if that's okay! I rarely get to do this anymore, and I was hoping it might inspire others to maybe share some poems or other writing too! [Monika turns the book in her hand and flips it open to a bookmarked page.] This one is what the book is titled after.

[She clears her throat before she start to read:]

"There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends."

[Monika lets out a breath as she closes the book with a smile on her face.]

Shel Silverstein really was a genius. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for listening!