Oooh, we're having one of those viruses again!

...and I didn't get hit with anything. That's not fair!

Alright, Mr. Community, I double dog dare you to hit me with something worse than my week so far.

And since I've gotten turned into a Pomeranian, knocked out by a evil book, and had someone attempt to use my bees for a string of murders, you've got a hard act to follow.

Alternatively, would anyone want to give me their virus? Is that even possible? I'll think of some way to pay you back!

Hey all!

Just a quick question, while I have time.

If you were going to hire someone to transport something, what qualities would you like them to have, and what would you want to move?

Magic, enemies, weight, none of that matters. Just the best service!

You know, I'm not sure which is worse, spending two months overworked because people want the "perfect" gift for their sweetheart, or spending one horrible day getting a rich idiot through the worse of Tokyo traffic so he can propose epicly to his girlfriend.

No, wait, being told at the New-Year's party "Don't worry Himiko! You'll get used to being alone at Christmas by the time you're thirty!" That was the worse part of the holiday season. Stupid Ban.

So Bah Humbug to it all.

Who else had a rotten 'holiday'?

[The screen flickers on to a sleek, white room with an odd contraption on the opposite wall. In the room are three people; a man with silver hair dressed in a lab coat, a man with brown hair in some kind of guard's uniform, and a man with red hair in a black cloak. They seem to be in the middle of some kind of argument...]

"-And we haven't turned up anything in the last three weeks! I don't know where to go because you haven't found anything, and I can't keep hopping from world to world just HOPING to find something there!"

"We're doing the best we can, Lea, but there just isn't enough data on the server."

"Bullshit! Xehanort put everything he knew about the different worlds onto this piece of junk. Are you sure that you haven't skipped anything?"

[The cloaked man - Lea - gestured to the camera with a dramatic wave.]

"I'm looking at everything I can, Lea, I promise. Xehanort was only interested in finding worlds with the "seven princesses", so the data on this is primarily about those worlds. There's other notes - about us, about other potentially useful worlds - but the worlds we have data on is limited in scope."

[Lea grumbles angrily as he turns and walks towards the camera. He leans forward and pounds his hands on the sides of the keyboard angrily.]

"There's got to be something, though... He was interested in the Seven Lights, so he should have at least 'some' information about where to find them. It's got to be in here somewh - Oh you've got to be kidding! Ienzo, why are you on a chat site?!"

"A what?"

"A chat site! It's right here, you didn't even try to hide it! Is this what you've been doing?"

[The man in the lab coat - Ienzo - approached and leaned in next to Lea curiously.]

"Lea, there isn't anything on screen except the data files."

"Of course it is, it's right here! Don't pretend it's not here!"

"Lea, there isn't any chat site on screen. Why are you insisting there is?"

[Lea threw up his hands angrily and turned to the stone-faced man who had yet to say anything.]

"Aeleus, have you been using the computer for chat sites?"

"No."

"So it has to have been you, Ienzo! Don't try to deny it! Why are you on social sites when we're supposed to be looking for information on the missing Keyblade wielders?!"

"Are you feeling okay, Lea? Maybe you should lay down..."

[After a drawn out argument about Lea's health and the apparently invisible chat site, Lea throws up his hands again in exasperation.]

"Forget it, I don't care anymore. If you want to pretend you can't see it, then fine. Just... go see if the library has anything else to offer. I want to see if I can find anything else that you might have missed."

"I highly doubt it, I've gone through every file... Please, get some rest, you're starting to seriously worry me."

"Just let me look, dammit."

[With that, Ienzo and Aeleus leave, leaving only Lea to lean over the computer again and sigh.]

"I have no idea why Ienzo is lying to me... nobody else has used this computer today. Let's see... Huh? Is this recording?"

[He tapped the camera lightly, brow furrowed, then shrugged and lowered his hands to the keyboard. After a few movements of the mouse, though, he noticed something else.]

"What the- it's recording live to the site? Oh, crap... How do I shut this thing off?"

[A after a bit of fiddling, and the feed finally cuts out.]


Grey Text = Ienzo
Brown Text = Aeleus

Oh man, I just got back from a mission, and it looks like I missed an awesome virus. Do any of you guys still have your sailor uniforms? Can I try one on?

Even if I didn't get hit, maybe I could have tagged along anyways.

Which makes me wonder...

Is it possible to fake a virus?

Ugh. That was remarkably pointless! I'm all for fun and interesting viruses, but do you know how frustrating it is to win a battle just because the opposition is laughing so much?

It was bad enough when Darren was calling me Pixie. Now half of Shinjuku is going to be calling me that. I like my normal code-name! Why should purple dragon-fly wings change that?

So thanks, Mr. Community. Its going to take months to have people treat me seriously again.

[Himiko stares down at the device in her hands, confusion on her face.]

What is this? DramaDramaDuck? Why's it on - wait.

[A mischievous smile spreads across her face, only to be quickly masked by faked nonchalance. She glances away and the camera shakes as she gestures with the device.]

Wow, my life has been soooo simple since that irritating community broke my connection. Yup, things have been positively boring. Good thing it will never, ever find me again...

[She pulls out her own phone and flips it open. Immediately the video switches to the other device, and she grins.]

I thought that would work. Hey guys, miss me? Its Himiko. Anything interesting happen in the last two months?

You know, the longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people. I mean, we're all talking across huge amounts of space, time, and dimensions, and we still manage to have all our deepest fears and worries be about who killed who and relationships. Mostly the latter.

I mean, I get that they're stressful and all that, but is it really that important that half our secrets are about them? Whats the point in even trying to have community relationships, if people just forget you in a few months anyways? Or don't speak your language, or are already dating someone from their own world, or any number of different problems.

So I guess...I'm just kind of curious as to what other people think. Or you could just give me dating advice. That'd be cool too.