[Ventus is sitting in the square of Radiant Garden, twirling the wooden Keyblade that Terra gave him a long time ago. Twirl. Twirl. Oops, he drops it. Clumsy Ven!]

( See this handy gif I made )

[A boy about the same age, and who might look familiar to some people, comes by and picks it up. He teases Ven while another boy looks disapprovingly. After a moment of goading, Ventus takes his "toy" and easily beats down the new kid. They have a laugh about being friends before the boys leave and Ven looks satisfied as the feed cuts off.]

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That was certainly quite the virus.

[Lancer didn't seem too bothered by the whole thing; if anything his expression was thoughtful as he mentally reviewed recent events. He idly twirled the pen held in his right hand, choosing his words carefully as ever before speaking again.]

Is that how normal humans live these days? [Honest curiosity. Diarmuid would readily admit he had a narrow view of what counted for 'normal', especially in a modern timeframe.]

It was...nice, I think.

I never did get that matchmaking done... I am sorry to all of you. But, I'm not sure how your relationships actually stand now. Ah, Louis? That invitation to Heaven stands.

Oh, I've found something interesting! I suggest that all replies be run through this creative invention, like so.

I suggest dat all replies be run all up in dis creatizzle invention, like so.

If you want. I suppose it might only amuse me.

My darling duckies, I am horrified by the low number of points I have accumulated in the community beauty pageant. I know I must have some fans among you muffins, because I do so adore each and every one of you. I am begging you to come to my assistance!

I believe I owe the community an apology. Apparently, that... version of myself was born without any sort of filter. Or respect for basic etiquette. At any rate, some of the things I said were inexcusable, and I do apologize to those of you on the community who were subjected to them. Most especially Eames, Arthur, and Lady Maccon.

( [Action for Randolph.] )

The heck was that? One of those - VIRUSES! [Slight spazzing] I've heard about?

[Distress brows] I'll never love anyone else besides her! [Pause] No offense, Rose.


[Fawkes is in the background fluffing his feathers] And I still have no idea where you came from. GAH! [Digs his boney fingers into his hair before twitching for insanely for a moment or two]

And told I have friends, though I am rather fond of Gellert, I have to say. He and I have the same objective.

[Beat] Though it was nice to know that anyone would want to be friends with me.

^{(Feel free to assume that during the AU virus Crocker help teaching your character how to use a computer if you wish since I failed at getting a post up)}

[The scene? Scrooge sits at his desk, angrily addressing someone on the intercom...] And Typefast, tell whoever it is that the damn contest was a hoax! They were never going to give me my secret desire!

You know, Scrooge, this is also the 50th anniversary of something else, [a more feminine voice says from just off-camera.] It's been 50 years since you left the Klondike.

[He turns to look at whoever it is, and the look on his face can be described as nothing less than flabbergasted.] GOLDIE! Wh-wh-what do you w-w-want?

Your family and friends chipped in to fly me here for your golden jubilee! They all wanted to give something to the duck who has all that money can buy.

L-L-L-Like wh-wh-what? [Scrooge sinks into his chair, sweating more and more. Goldie, on the other hand, leans in closer. That doesn't seem to help the sweating much.]

Something only I can give him... just... a little something special.

[She leans even closer... and whispers something to Scrooge's ear. Whatever it is, it leaves him completely speechless. Then, she pulls him - by his sideburns - into a kiss.

... A ducky, bill-to-bill kiss.

When it ends, Scrooge - who is as red as his clothes now - punches the desk.] Dagnabbit! I'm too busy for this kind of foolishness!

I know, I know.

I'll bet that idiot nephew of mine put you up to this! Wait till I get I hands on him!!

Him and a bunch of other "idiots". [She begins to leave, looking quite pleased. Scrooge seems to turn his full, undivided attention to some papers on his desk, clutching them right up to his face.]

I have a world-wide empire to run! I can't just drop everything and fritter away time on nonsense!

I know... I know. I'll wait. Goodbye, Scrooge. [Still with a smile, she walks out and shuts the door. He watches her walk away over his papers, grumbling and scowling -

When she is out of sight, he drops whatever he was pretending to do and, instead, holds his head in a teary-eyed smile.]

[Gold is not one for computers. Not one for technology. But then, there's good reason for that, isn't there? He's an old soul, so to speak. In his true lifetime, there were no such things. The technology really was impressive though, bordering almost on the edges of magic.

Almost.

But now the little computer he keeps for some of the more... intricate bookkeeping is making a pest of itself. There's a long moment of time where he's examining, investigating, gleaning what he can from what has presented itself. Interesting. But the things he can see, others are watching too, aren't they?]

Well now. This is unusual. Downright fascinating, actually.

[A soft, thoughtful hum.]

Things really are coming alive in this sleepy little town lately. I wonder how I'll keep up with it all. [Ha.]

But that aside, if I'm not mistaken, there is someone out there, is there not? It's a bit rude to ogle without introduction, dearies.

Here. I'll begin. My name is Gold. Humble owner of a humble pawnshop. Acquirer of necessities. Well... a few other things as well. A jack of all trades so to speak.

So tell me, what have I stumbled upon? Or... has it stumbled upon me?