you're going to be amazing

[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.]

[At first, all you can see is blue before the gleaming light dims, reduced to staining the whole image like a filter. Sans stares wide-eyed at his bracer. It's not entirely clear he's aware he turned it on. His left eye flickers blue and, thanks to all the magic leaking, aqua-tinted yellow. Sans scrubs at his eye sockets. Is he crying? He seems as surprised by this as anyone watching might be. From the angle, it's clear Sans is on the ground. His liveriverer orb floats passively in the background.

Sluggishly, he seems to remember that his bracer is on, and looks back down at it.]

That show--I can't remember, but--You can't go. Stop working there. "Don't forget me", someone said that. I can't, I can't focus.

[Monsters are very sensitive to emotions. Sans is no different. His voice changes. One after the other, like reading off a list, he explains himself as dispassionately as possible. His voice still quivers.]

I went to the Night Show. To record it. I did record it. Didn't remember anything when I actually got out of the show, so I tried to watch the video. Passed out on the floor. That kind of emotion--that's, that's toxic. It's violent.

I don't think I remember-- [No. He's still recording. Focus, Sans.]

Listen to me: don't go to the Night Show.

[About a week after the arrival in Lyrabar, Wash decides it's time to touch base.]

Check in time: who has information to share? Any leads on Ferryn we can follow up on?

[Those of you who know him well can probably tell he sounds tired. Exactly one person knows why that is.]

ok so

[Attached is a picture of a box.]

this is in the mayor's house. bread says whatever the mayor keeps in there, he keeps it on his person like all the time.

next thing: this whole tree situation is transmutation (thanks castille) and according to the library up on the moon that can wear off when you use it to turn things into other stuff so we might want to make sure this tree isn't gonna shrink with everybody still on it. but maybe not idk.

anyone know anything else?

[Also, anyone who has met Sans long enough to get a feel for his laziness, be surprised, maybe? Or not. But feel free to use this post to share info ICly!]

does anyone want to train at the arena
i am happy to train alone in the dojo if no one wants to

i have to go to the acadmey to so i cannot come during classtime

[Guess what, she's not going for anything to do with writing. But not long later there's another comment added.]

this divine network is hard to use