so i met this girl last night before the match. ( Mild Korra spoilers within )

Today I overheard some of my classmates talking about what they were going to do after school. Going for coffee, I believe. They had asked me earlier if I wanted to go with--sadly I had to refuse. I thought of the community, though. It's odd to think that there are people so unaware that such a place exists; that they go about their life like before.

Mm, I don't know what I'm talking about. It's just an odd thought I had.

[Darcy looks downright triumphant as she turns the camera on today.]

Guess what I got in the mail today!

What? No guesses?

None at all?

Well, I guess I'll just have to show you then.

[Proudly, she lifts up an ornate piece of paper. It is a graduation diploma with Darcy's name boldly printed at the center.]

That's right duckies! I have officially graduated. With honors, in case you were wondering.

Now I just need to get a permanent job. Haaa. Wish me luck!

[Shia smiles into the camera-- a much more natural smile than she usually wears. today she's clad in an almost classic gothic lolita maid dress.]

I was hired! Higuchi-san helped me to finally find a job. I've become a waitress at a charming cafe called Tricot. And, so, I was wondering... what kind of jobs do all of you have?

[ there's the sound of wind blowing fast and a woman's voice cuts in- ] -Give me your coordinates. I'll find you a safe landing site.

There's not gonna be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down.

I-I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do.

There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water. But I-I can try-- [ there's shuffling then static, following the sound of him making a grab for the device and it hitting the floor. it cuts back in, the wind more prominent now and the sound of the plane speeding. The woman's voice is more upset, clearly holding on to the bad news. ]

-Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?

....you know, I still don't know how to dance.

I'll show you how. Just be there.

We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to step on your- [ a really large crashing sound cuts in.

-then the muffled sound that can only come from being submerged in water, there's a distant banging of metal on metal-- a shield hitting a wall, followed by movement and a very deep breath before Steve speaks up. He's a lot quieter than usual ]

T-testing... Not broken right? Is this thing on? So... I... Do you think I could bother anyone for one of those fancy worldhops? I was going to... [ a shaky breath ] --going to ask a while ago but the thing decided to be a pain. I know Yuri in particular only said emergencies and well it uh-- [ he goes silent at the sound of ice cracking for a really long moment ]

...I'll just wait here.

[ Bolin has discovered his camera. There is a closeup of what appears to be his rather impressively sized bicep ]

did some lifting today

i think im getting even buffer than i used to be. 100 curls to better earthbending

There are a bunch of adults on here too, right? I mean, I've talked to some of you so I know there are...

Anyway. I have a question for you guys. How did you decide what kind of thing you wanted to do when you grew up? Like, how'd you know what to study at college, or what sort of job to go for?

Ever have that feeling that something very bad is about the happen and you just can't shake it. It's a real bitch, right? Well, I've got it now, and it's starting to annoy me.

Usually this doesn't happen unless I'm on a business trip, not when I'm home in New York. Hopefully, it will just pass, but just in case, any suggestions for a distraction? I haven't had any business trips lined up in a while, so using that is out of the question.

[text]

I have a very important announcement. Yes, it's important enough to go on the community. It is because I say so.

( cut for flists )

Lily doesn't remember the community.

[The camera opens on a scene in a rather modern looking living room. Danny is there, sitting on a windowseat and glaring venomously at the moon as he ignores the other three people in the room.   There is a girl, slightly older than Danny, sitting nearby and reading a thick book.  A woman dressed in a blue hazmat jumpsuit has her arms folded irritably as she watches a man in a bright orange hazmat suit crawl out of the chimney.  He rolls to his feet and begins speaking boisterously.  In rhyme.]

"See? A fat man can fit down the chimney, here's proof!"

[She glances away angrily.]

"That still won't explain how he gets on the roof!"

[And as Danny attempts to ignore his parent's activities, the moon he had been glaring at a moment ago opens its mouth and begins to narrate.  Gleefully.]

And young Fenton sat there, just steaming and fuming,
His blood pressure rising, his anger consuming.

[With a cry of frustration Danny looked out the window again and addressed the ghost.]

I won't keep this up!

[The ghost interjected with more narration.]

Danny said to the writer.

[Danny pulled the shades down and turned away.]

There's no poem if I'm silent!

[The boy's brief smugness is ended as his sister turns and finishes the line,.]

Can't you make dad not fight her?

[The ghost in the moon began narrating again, smugly.]

You think this is over? It's barely begun!
This all doesn't end till the lesson is done.

[Danny glared resentfully at him.]

And you think that I'll learn it? You think you're that tough?

[At this moment Danny's parents interrupted with more arguing between them.]

He exists!

No he doesn't!

[Danny abandoned his argument with the ghost writer to turn and yell at his parents with all of his accumulated outrage and frustration.],

Enough!
I'm sick of your fighting. Can you please let this die?
You've ruined each Christmas, each Christmas and I
Can't take anymore of this war, am I clear?
Fourteen years is enough. I am so out of here!

[And with that Danny stomps out the front door and slams it shut.  Out the window a flash of light and a glowing black and white figure can barely be seen racing into the sky.]

[ooc: Start of Danny's canon move.  He is now stuck inside a Christmas Poem and will be forced to respond in rhyme to anyone who talks to him.  Italics are the ghost writer. Orange is his dad, blue is his mom, and green is his sister.]]