you're going to be amazing

[Sans posts a basic rundown of everything that happens during a "default" loop.]

we need to keep track of what's going to cause changes
far as i can tell, this is what happens if we don't do anything
you do something that changes it, you tell everyone here what you did and what changed and when
we're not getting anywhere if we don't keep track of this stuff

[So, this is the basic IC info sharing post! Go nuts!]

[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.

[And now for something completely different.]

[This is the most well-filmed bit of video Mista has put on the network in almost a year now. That's because he's mad as hell and has an ax to grind. Plus, this? Is a public service announcement. It's for the people.]

[The weird thing is that, as he tantrums into frame, it becomes obvious that he's wearing normal human person clothes. Like, a shirt that fits, and buttons, and isn't a crop. Real human pants. In colors that don't cause eyestrain. Except for the hat, which still looks like it was made by an insomniac clown. Is he okay???]

[He holds up a poster to the bracer. It's formatted like an Old West-style wanted poster, including the giant text across the top and a terrible artist's depiction of the criminal. It's little more than a stick figure, but the clothes might be recognizable if you really try. Popped white collar, black suit, gun, sunglasses, cigarette. It's Wolfwood. It also says Wolfwood on the bottom, so I mean. Easy enough.]

I come to you people today on this day to tell you of a goddamn crime that's occurred and the bastard responsible! This guy— [He stabs the paper with one angry finger.] —stole and lost the last of my clothes from home in Wonderland! Or maybe just threw 'em away 'cause he sure didn't seem sorry.

[Probably because he thought they were garbage.]

I'm seeking restitution for emotional damages. I know there's like fifty lawyers here for some reason, who's gonna represent me?

[Hello, new Reclaimers, it's . . . this is happening, get used to it.]

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bum bum bum
bum bum bum
bum bum BUMMM

Don't get excited, it's just Mista poorly humming the beginning of Eye of the Tiger. He then segues, equally poorly, into a proposal.]

What's up, people. Old people, new people. I've made a note of something, which is: a bunch of you guys are real noodly. Kind of weedy. Floppy arms. Can't lift stuff a billion times their own weight like ants can. And I know Camp Magic has some training stuff going on, but it sucks. Big time sucks.

So I'm gonna take some folks and work on basic stamina training. If you feel like you need a crash course in how to not pass out under difficult conditions or running for more than 30 seconds, it'd probably be a good idea, I don't care how much magic you have. Magic's great until it doesn't fucking work. Again.

[Vista Virs PTSD—]

[And it's obvious he's serious, despite the bullshit. He's rarely this direct unless he feels very passionately about what he's saying, and he feels super passionate about people not getting hurt or dying unnecessarily. This is something he feels he can actually help with.]

So, yeah. If you wanna work on this in between telling ghost stories and making daisy chains, we can all plan a time to meet up. [. . .] And then afterwards, somebody teach me how to make a daisy chain, 'cause I got no idea and I wanna make one.