[Oh look, it's Tails back in his room and Classic Tails is nowhere to be seen.] I'm glad everything's back to normal here now and my past self is back to his time. Sorry for anyone that got pulled into this mess. Apparently the community reacted to time being messed with here and extended the damage.

At least now I can look forward to 4th-

[Suddenly there's a white flash for a second, then the screen is back to normal. Tails sits there for a second suprised, before quickly getting annoyed.] Great. In addition to the fake memories the community gave me, I now have two sets of memories. I'm surprised the community hasn't driven me insane yet.

[He then remembers something.] Oh I almost forgot.


[Locked to Sebastian]

We need to talk.


(OOC: And that's the last one. Sorry for posting so much, but I tried to space myself out so I don't flood the comm. This is the last one from me for a while until next virus most likely I promise.)

[When this little video broadcast starts damn magic vlog, it's completely obvious that Coulson is unaware that he's on camera.

In a shocking twist of events, the agent has shed both his black suit coat and the usual tie. In fact, his dress shirt's sleeves are rolled up, first few buttons undone.

He is cutting loose, people. The scene is a sparsely but efficiently furnished kitchen. Coulson's back is turned for the moment, but he's humming.

It's probably a familiar song. Happy Birthday to yooouuu, Happy Birthday to yooouuu. Or well, to him.

As he turns around, he's holding a small plate. On said small plate is a little cupcake -- frosted in rings of red, white and blue. It might be themed. Shhhh. On top of the cupcake is one solitary lit candle.

He settles himself into a seat, sets the cupcake in front of him, finishes his humming, shuts his eyes, makes a wish, blows out the candle and then... notices that he's being watched.

Damn it. He covers the camera with his palm and sighs.]

This can't be that interesting. This network needs better hobbies.