I suppose I should record something, even though we aren't doing experiments anymore. We? There isn't a "we", I'm the only one left, aren't I?

[there's a long pause, as she tries to think of what to talk about. it's not easy to try and record what could be your last words.]

I had a dream last night, I think. We were all at some sort of party. There were strangers there, strangers that I spoke to through a computer beforehand.

Are you out there, strangers?

It was a very beautiful party, a ball or something. Even I looked wonderful. I haven't scrubbed up properly since...

[she chuckles.]

It was a long time ago.

My daughter was there. My precious Sherry. She seemed older, but I'm sure it was still her. She looked beautiful too. And...

[her voice cracks, ever so slightly]

...and William was there. He was there.

Sorry.

[the recording stops abruptly.]

!!! ATTENTION DRAMADRAMADUCK !!!

It has come to my attention that this place has absolutely no leader that anyone's aware of. None. This is a completely unorganized mess. Total anarchy! No team to enforce rules -- because we have absolutely no rules at all! I could go kidnap someone from another world and kick their timeline in the face and nobody can do diddly squat about it because I'm not breaking any rules.

SO. WE NEED TO VOTE ON A LEADER -- and also people we can put in charge of various things like worldhop regulation for when someone kills a ton of people and hides out in someone elses moon. We need a list of people with those capabilities. And we need an official welcome committee that lists said rules and proves it's actually real to everyone coming in so nobody's going completely clueless in denial for a week.

Let's establish some basic ground rules and have a person we can trust to enforce this. We'll vote on the leader and important positions. For this post we need actual nominees so comment below.

Candidates:
For DDD President*
- Haruhi Suzumiya
- Azula
- Doc Scratch
- Eames
- Gellert Grindelwald
- Karen Minazuki
- Kefka
- Scrooge McDuck
- Shelly de Killer
- A vampire

For DDD Police Chief
- Yuri Nakamura

For DDD Mascot
- Ravage
- Issei Ryudo

For DDD Science Committee
- Dr. Franken Stein
- Dr. Jane Foster

I'm only there in case everyone else is too chicken. We'd be better of with someone with experience or trustworthiness or wicked laser beams. Yuri already has a team put together we can mobilize into a force so you need to step up your game if you want a shot at Police Chief.

*Leader title pending.

[Hotaru is suddenly in a very fancy Parisian restaurant. It seemed as if the Eiffel Tower was in the distance and she was sitting at a table set for two. White table cloth, candlelight, and all sorts of very fancy silverware. The young teen is nervous and looks around. Was she intruding on a dinner for someone else? The little name card in front of her had her name on it. So...possibly?]

Ano...H-hello?

Mark your calenders, folks, December 21st 2012 is your scheduled D date. How many of you actually follow that nonsense and believe in it? I caught my friend Jimmy trying to stock up for the possibility of the end of the world and hit him upside the head with our paper. That sort of thing is for a tabloid. I may believe in a lot of strange things, but this is not one of them.

Granted the Mayans have been correct on a few things, but to mark the end of the human civilization? I don't know about you, but we're expected to have the alien race come and invade our world. Water or foiled hats aren't going to stop them. What strange prophecies do you guys have? Have any of them come true? Were you able to change them?

Speaking of aliens... HEY DIB! I decoded your message you left me. Sorry it took so long! I've been pretty busy between supervising the Lone Gunmen newspaper and my own job....I was lucky to squeeze that in. Sadly, I had cancel a few D&D sessions much to my friends' amusement. Oh, the mockery I had to deal with later for it. Have you learned any more about that particular invasion, since then?

[The video takes place in a room in the Dream Team's new agency building, and Arthur and Eames seem to be moving a set of boxes into an area already filled with them. As they set them down the video cuts in mid-conversation.]

" -- the last of them. What is in these things?"

"Files. Papers. You know I like to keep a thorough record of our work."

"Darling, you know I adore your insane dedication to thoroughness, but I can't believe something this heavy is filled purely with papers." [As he says it, he pulls open the box flaps and starts pulling out files. Arthur settles in to unloading the boxes as well, and for a moment it's quiet until Eames frowns at a stray piece of paper he's pulled out of his box before saying:]

"Oh, ha ha, Arthur, very funny."

"What?"

"I found what I can only assume is your future April Fool's prank of some kind."

"Eames, what on earth are you talking about?"

[He holds out the piece of paper towards Arthur.] "This. This fake marriage license you drew up under both of our names? I can only imagine a very amusing set-up after I get drunk one night and you tease me mercilessly."

[Arthur stares at him blankly for a moment. When he recovers himself, he snatches the paper out of Eames' hand and holds it in front of him, scanning it over with an unreadable expression on his face.]

"...this...seems legitimate. This...seems like a real legal document." [Arthur pauses and then says:] "When did we sign this?"

[Eames looks at him blankly before moving to look over the paper with him, frowning and confused. For several seconds, they're both quiet and clearly confused with what they're looking at. It's only after a minute or so that Eames breaks the silence:]

"So...does this mean that that's your real last name I'm reading?"

((Remember the Texts From Last Night virus? Remember this thread? Yeah, shenanigans happened. Red = Arthur, Blue = Eames))