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Ok, so, I've been thinking it through, and I have a couple suggestions.

[He fishes in his pockets and pulls out a list.]

First off - nowhere super scary. Pabu's little heart doesn't deserve that, and you know he's coming eventually. Two, I...think I'm ok with nerfing? Unless it turns out it's something you do to livestock in which case that's a no.

Next up - apparently it's the future and somehow there's not, like, a million people doing Team Avatar anymore - but if you could find some familiar faces, I'd appreciate it, bud.

Lastly - no more Nuktuk movers, please - the fans are getting a bit much and that costume was cold.

[He checks the list one last time, nods, then crunches it back into a pocket, hands going to his hips.]

Ok, let's do this.

( October Plotting Post )

WHO: Sampo and Lycaon
WHERE: Kanto Region
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Sampo brings Lycaon to Kanto to help him find a friend.
WARNINGS: A clown and a dog getting into trouble.

( Would you like to set a picnic here? )

Yeah I'm pumped for my movie going up again! I know you are too. Crazy that it has been 25 years already! Maybe it'll bring out some of the other peeps too. I'd like to see Bartleby again.

WHO: The Kaisou Seers Club and you!
WHERE: Libra and Gemini
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Ding dong, prophecy post time!
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be anything in the post itself!

[The camera flips on to a very curious Sprigatito sticking his face into the camera, only to be pulled away by an impassive Bailey, who's wearing a black hoodie that says "resting witch face".]

Hello, everyone. It's time for the prophecy post for the upcoming month.

[They pause and take a sip of tea from a nearby mug before they reach for a tarot deck and search through it. They lay out a card for the camera--the Two of Cups, reversed.]

The reoccurring card I've been getting this month is this. It's the reversed Two of Cups. [A frown.] The card centers around relationships, with the reverse generally meaning negative things such as disconnection, imbalance, disharmony, incompatibility, unhappy couples... separations, divorces, losing friendships, or otherwise ending partnerships. ... It makes me uneasy, I have to admit.

[She shifts uncomfortably, looking worried for a moment.]

Whatever the upcoming month holds, please be careful, everyone.

WHO: Yasuho, Libra, and Paisley Parkaboo
WHERE: Libra (or Yasuho's house if you're feeling lucky)
WHEN: Just after the Goodwill Weekend
WHAT: Yasuho got a Bangboo! ...At the worst possible time, potentially.
WARNINGS: None, will add if needed

The goodwill guy can't keep doing this.

[There's not really much explanation beyond that, possibly because, on the other end of the phone, Yasuho has groaned and realized that without visual context everything is useless but she doesn't want tooooooo-

An exhausted kirin faerie turns the camera on- and good gracious she looks it- and then turns it around down from her study loft to the open floor of her tiny home where someone is enjoying herself by spinning in circles.]

Na! Na! Na!!

[If it were translated, the thrilled-to-be-coporeal Paisley Parkaboo would probably be saying 'La la la!'

Which is admittedly not very different from what it sounds like.]

Since this wouldn't make any of the normal papers, time for little gossip column.

I know most of you were paying attention to the cake fiasco, but look what was going on when I took a little breather with the guest of honor~

[ the image that follows is a rather scandalous looking shot between Mydeimos, the man who that party was thrown for, and a white haired man in close proximity. Mydei has grabbed the man by the lapels of his coat, pulling him in so close that it looks like they're... making out? yeah they're totally making out. ]

I didn't stick around to see what happened next, I didn't want to spy too long.

And to those worried, I promise to behave myself with anon rights.

( TW: Terminal illness )

Well, here we are then.

[He sighs, sitting down, reaching into his pack to pull out an apple and a knife. Quietly, he starts to cut away a slice.]

'Course, that assumes you have any idea what you're doing. No offense, nice to be out and walking under the sun, see. Just been under enough stupid officers and stepped in enough cack to be a bit cautious, me.

[A grin, and he crunches down on a slice.]

If you do know what you're doing, then it's going to be a time of it, and no mistake. Speaking of which: drink. Could do with some. Talking all friendly is better over a mug, eh? Maybe the company of a nice woman after. Or the opposite - either way 'round works. Bet on some dice, leastways if I'm likely to win thanks to your, uh, efforts on my behalf...?

After that, well. It's a busy old life. Let's get about it.

( It's in a book, just take a look )