[The video opens on a fairly normal, messy bedroom stuffed with martial arts posters and the like. However, there is something unusual. There are two teenage girls in view: one looks mildly annoyed and the other...well. The black haired girl just barely out of view? She's laughing her head off.

The other girl winces.] Yukiko, really...the name isn't that funny. Really. You can stop any time.

[The laughing doesn't stop.] Oh, sheesh! Take a breath will you?

[This goes on for a few minutes with Yukiko laughing and the other girl trying to get her to stop.

The video eventually ends.]

((Both Yukiko and Chie will reply to comments.))

[It's hard to see exactly what's going on in this post, because it appears to be of a room where the lights are off, illuminated entirely by the computer screen. The young woman in front of her computer, though, looks irritated.]

Whatever this is, it needs to get the hell off my screen and let me access the rest of the internet. If it isn't gone in five seconds, I'm going to let Buffy at it to trace and dismantle it and nobody is going to like that.

[She scowls deeper.]

Except Buffy. And I've made this damn post like it keeps telling me, so it's going to go away now. Right?

Dear Diary…

…Oh, right…I’m not supposed to use the word ‘Diary’ to describe my notebook anymore, Dragon Kid said it was strange…but this isn’t a notebook, is it? Oragami Cyclone called it an online journal…he’s pretty knowledgeable about this kind of thing…

Okay then…

Dear Online Journal…

…Somehow it doesn’t have the same punch as diary. Oh well, I guess I should be open minded.

There’s really not much to report tonight, I did a three hour patrol and the city is safe. The new arrival seems to getting along with everyone and he’s becoming popular among the fans so I hope he does well. Wild Tiger is having a hard time adjusting, but that’s not so strange, it’s pretty abnormal for a Hero to have a partner…he’ll get used to it, maybe.

I did have an interview today, I thought it went well except for when the interviewer asked me who, among the Heroes, I considered a friend. That’s always a hard question to answer; normally you shouldn’t be bias in this kind of situation so I told her that everyone is a friend, but that John was my soul mate. After I said that she kind of choked and made a strange face.

I wonder if I said something weird.

That’s probably enough for now, I have to make an early start tomorrow…so, Online Journal…goodnight, and again, goodnight!