[There is a certain Good Troll looking at the feed. He is slouched over, and there are some quite big bags under his eyes.]

I can't sleep, no matter what I do.

[He wobbles for a moment.]

Does anyone, anyone, have a way to put someone to sleep?

Do you know the feeling, when a bit of one's past comes back at a completely unexpected moment, ruining anotherwise lovely day? Quite frustrating.

In related news, how would you suggest going about telling a child that under no circumstances will you fullfill their dream of being turned into a giant world-ending comet?

Children these days. You'd think death-eyes would be enough, but no, they always want more.

[Stanley is not his usual cheery self. As of right now he is haggard and bleary, and the mirror he uses to access the Duck is wobbly.

He's not in a good mood.]

Ugh...

What happened to me, and what did I do?

[If you have unexplained plant life where you are, it's likely because of him.]

[It is well and good that people are showing back up!

Know what might not be so good? Assorted plants in your dwelling. Depending on your situation, this may or may not be a good thing.

Though, if your timing is right, you could witness the culprit: a certain Good Troll slurring out a ditty about filling everywhere with flowers, his worldhop device in hand...]

(OOC: Yep, surprise plants in your base. Stanley's having a lapse of good judgment due to virus, but you the mun can pick what plants you want. He's not picky. Or cautious.)

[Clove is looking... kind of terrible. She's in a forest, and it doesn't look like she's had a shower (or a decent meal, or a good night's sleep) in weeks, if not more.

She's also apparently not alone. Before saying anything, she glances over her shoulder to make sure no one is watching her, and when she does speak it's in a quiet tone.]

I need supplies. Food mostly, and better weapons-- my knives are going dull, and I don't have any sharpening tools.

... We weren't supposed to be out here this long.

I am the female tribute for District 2 in the 74th Hunger Games.

[And she sounds so, so pleased at that-- almost giddy, but she's reigning herself in to sound more poised. She has her constructed, public face that she'll put on for the TV interview before the Games, and she's practicing it here.]

We arrived in the Capitol this morning. It's amazing-- seeing it on TV doesn't even come close to preparing you for the real thing. I can't describe it. We rode in chariots through cheering crowds... and District 2's outfits were excellent; we were dressed in gold armor. Everyone cheered the hardest for District 12 because their stylists did some fancy trick with fire, but we looked the most powerful.

I didn't think I'd be able to come here again, because my computer is at home-- but the community followed me. I found this small phone in my pocket, and no one else seemed to notice that I have it. I'll leave it behind when I go into the arena, but it might appear again.

We'll go in in five days. I hope you'll all wish me well.

It's time, it's time for tea!

[Stanley is inside his little cave with a great many plants in it; quite a lot are NPC talking plants doing their thing. What he says sounds innocent until he hefts an onion up.]

Let us enjoy!

[Stanley puts said onion in his mouth and rears back like he's taking a sip.]

I made it a bit too strong...

I am going to die of boredom if this keeps up!

[Here is a little pale man sitting on a ledge of rock. Only a few smudges of light make it through the clouds to show off the scarlet paint on his face and fill the hollow cheek bones.]

[He picks up a rock and throws it into the dark abyss below.]

How am I supposed to have any fun if nothing's on the line? A video game is nothing like real life. Game over; new game; continue. How can anything be fun if no precious lives are on the line? Now that I know the true nature of things, what's the point in continuing this farce of final boss?

[Kefka hops to his feet and starts yelling at the abyss.]

If they don't come back, I'll - I'll play loud music in the middle of the night. I'll kill someone and dance on his grave. I won't mix patterns for a week! I won't wear any bright colors! I'll destroy this universe and everyone in it, then hop to another and blast Never Going to Give You Up from the loudspeakers for hours at a time! So help me, if the ducks don't come back, I'll -

[A worldhop device falls out of the sky and whaps Kefka on the head. Kefka squawks, almost wobbles off the ledge, then tumbles onto his butt, off the ledge and onto the rocky ground.]

Yeouuuuch! What nasty creature dares hit Kefka on the head?!

[He looks up into the camera, then grins.] Ducks! You're back! 

(OOC: Guess I'd better put my money where my mouth is, huh?)

[Ah, the majestic heights of Kefka's Tower, the home of the planet's most powerful entity.

Sure, it could be easily mistaken for a giant monster-infested garbage heap, but that's just part of its rustic charm!

Descending from the slopes of one such heap is a certain Troll. Now, what could he be doing?]

Kefka? Keeeefka?

[He doesn't know that Kefka idled out, poor guy. For now, it looks as if he's not going to get any answers.

SCHRACK]

A-AAAAHHHHHHH!

[Gravity, however, never idles out! Stanley is rolling down the trash slopes, and he disappears into the distance - but if your ears are good, you may hear some high-pitched humming...]

I liked the party. And people were right; when I got home, my parents hadn't even missed me, and I made it to training and school the next morning.

[she hadn't been too thrilled about having to spend the night, but even that wasn't too bad, considering]

I was wondering, what other kinds of places does the community send people? I already know about the water park.

[Setsuna is holding on to a necklace very tightly. A clover necklace, to be specific. Come to think of it, didn't she used to wear that necklace all the time before she 'died'?]

I know that viruses come and go as they please, but... Does anyone know if... I mean, would it be possible...

[She pauses uncomfortably, gripping the necklace's chain even tighter.]

Does anyone know of a way to make one stick around?

I'm guessing not, though...

[The feed opens with a shot of a hydroponics lab, where lots of crops are being grown. Look long enough and you'll see a certain troll, who is usually quite happy.

Now, however, he is visibly shaken. Why?

Because right next to him is a statue that is a spitting image of himself. ignore the people in that picture]

Whooo... this is not, this is not funny at all.

[Behold: a bed in a stone-hewn bedroom. A bed full of sheets and rather more quilts than are probably necessary. There is movement under the quilts like the beginnings of an earthquake. Something rolls out from under the quilts and onto the floor, something small and blonde and wearing fluffy red pajamas.]

I'm awake, Sarge...ugh. I'm up, I'm up. [Kefka sits up and rubs his face. He looks tired, and his hair is long and tangled.] How am I expected to get up when there's nothing to get up for? At least being in the military meant I had a proper schedule.

[Then he notices the floating camera.] Hey! Community book! [He jumps up and tackles it, sending the screen blurring red and grey and blonde. When it recovers, Kefka's set the book up so it can face him on a white vanity; the table is covered with cosmetics.]

[Kefka picks up a brush and waves it at the camera.] You have to stay here so I can talk to you, you naughty page-flapping phase-clapper! [He pauses, then adds matter of factly:] My connection to the community is alive, so I have to make sure it's paying attention to what I say or it'll fly off and ditch me for a few months like a very very bad flying book monster. It looks like a lot of you are new, so let's get some introductions going!

I am Sir Kefka Palazzo, formerly of the Gestahlian Empire, currently god of the world of Woolsey. [He bows.] I'm bored out of my mind because it turns out 90% of being a god is doing upkeep to make sure the world is running properly, make sure the monsters are fed, blah blah blah I need something to do. If you need a fighting companion, new armor or weapons, healing supplies, miracle cures, et cetera, I can provide it for a reasonable price! Or we can talk! Talking is very reasonable and I want to know all of you new people. [Beat.] Talk to me now. Do it.

[The feed shows Stanley, looking intently into it, before he speaks:]

Hello everyone! I just had a thought: since this community leads to many places, then there are many kinds of flowers in those places, right? Would you happen to know of any?

[Beat]

I, I'd like to do some travelling.

[Behold! It's Stanley with a watering can!]

Here you are! Fresh morning dew from the park!

[Stanley is watering the plants (moving or not) in his little cave. What?

He is making small talk to his plants until he notices that he is being recorded.]

Oh, hello! That water park sure was fun, wasn't it? How are all of you doing?

[Guess who's behind the times a little.]

[For the first time in quite a while, Stanley is making a post! This time, he is paying a lot of attention to the mirror.]

Does anyone know if there is a very peaceful place with lots of space? And if they know someone who can worldhop?

(OOC: Stanley has forgotten Greed and Roze. Oh no.)

[Welcome to the the home of Lord Edgar J.C. Ashenbert, the Earl most recently recognized by the Queen. You've been invited to the celebration of that honor, though the celebration is being kept secret from most of their society.]

[ooc: for those who don't have a worldhop and have no way to get one, assume your character let Edgar know as he's hired Greed to help.]

[ooc: Instead of spamming everyone's inbox, assume Edgar left a message there, formally inviting all of you to a celebration, complete with the date (Sunday in the community time) and an address.]

I hope all of you have received my invitation, and I hope you forgive me for not sending out the proper, handwritten versions.

If you would like to confirm, or if you have any questions, I'd be happy to listen now.

( Final boss battle, cut for length )

[End of the virus and the arc! Stanley will reply with video unless you hop on over.]

*It's a good thing that scent does not (yet) transmit over video feeds, community, because you are laying eyes (and not your nose) on what looks like an Absurdly Spacious Sewer with the manhole currently open. Down below the manhole are our two Bad Trolls that made their debut a day or so ago. While Boulderbutter seems to be picking at something, Blisterboil is currently sliding his palms repeatedly, a grin on his face.*

It amazes me what these humans throw away. Just look at all these wonderfully nasty stuff floating by!

*Boulderbutter pipes up*

I have an idea, boss.

*Blisterboil's face flashes pained worry for just a second, then scowls*

Oh yeah? Let's hear this utterly brilliant plan.

*Boulderbutter holds up a roll of toilet paper*

The humans must really hate these, whatever this is, because I see it all over this place. And they use this to annoy and pester each other, because they have piles of these in their lairs!

And you stole them, why?

You wanted to keep collecting misery and anger and all the mean things, right? So if we throw these at humans...

*It doesn't take long for a wicked fanged smile to cross Blisterboil's face. Before anything else can happen, the feed cuts out.*

---

*The view opens up to Stanley and Annette sitting outside a building on a busy street, and the both of them have just finished a couple of milkshakes.*

I never realized what I was missing! I am starting to like this place more and more!

That's good.

*Annette smiles, and speaks softly.*

Not everyone appreciates the simple things.

Heehee! Well, they will just need to be shown them!

It's not that simple.

*PAF! A roll of toilet paper bounces of of Stanley's face, and he gives a startled yell.

He is joined by many yells and shouting, as people all around him and Annette are not finding the humour in being pelted with many rolls of toilet paper, provided courtesy of the Bad Trolls hanging in an around the buildings.*

Wh- hey!

- toilet paper? Is this a poorly thought out prank?

*While Stanley and Annette attempt to get out of the big mess and utter waste of sanitary tissue, you may be able to see, in the far background, Blisterboil collecting his black fluid. Granted, it wasn't as much as before, but Blisterboil seems content nonetheless.

Unfortunately for them, Boulderbutter steps in front of Stanley and Annette.*

Here, have some very special gifts, from us!

*A lot of extra ply rolls are tossed out at the pair.*

[Second episode day of Stanley's Sailor Moon virus! As stated before, participation is optional and you can always blame the virus~]