[Lately, it seems that more and more people have been leaving the city without any sort of decent explanation, and Gamzee? Well, he doesn't like that very much. With his life already lacking a certain amount of stability, realizing that his friends could just up and vanish one day from the city has proved a rather heavy weight on the troll's mind. Roxas's disappearance had been uncomfortable, Morticia and Gomez's frustrating, and Equius'...well, that one had begged a new question altogether...]

where do they go?
WHERE
can a motherfucker go
WHEN A MOTHERFUCKER
don't got nowhere
TO MOTHERFUCKING GO?
they're not in the city
NOT IN THE STREETS
not on that mother
FUCKIN LIST.
so where?

[It's been a common thread in many of her conversations with friends - slow down, relax, have fun - and she's been thinking about it more since losing Jr., who was always so eager to cheer her up and keep her enjoying herself. But she gets most of her enjoyment from working and doing things for others, so she's at a bit of a loss. Shopping with Yukari was a bit stressful, so she doesn't think that will ever be a hobby of hers. But maybe she can find out some more from the network.

She still won't waste time, and certainly won't get involved in the gods' games. But it's worth trying out a new hobby, isn't it? She does have some downtime...]

Hi, everyone. I keep being told I need to find ways to relax and have fun between my work and my training, but my favourite hobby is my work and has been for awhile, so I'm looking for new ones. Favourite books, movies or video games - easy ones, please, I've only played one before - or other things you like to do, whichever. I'm open to just about anything.

[Well, open to just about any suggestion.]

If you can help me out, it'd really be appreciated.

[Heavy, bored, sigh. Owen's come to bitch at the network.]

Well, isn't this a riot?

I get here and I'm told things're kept interesting. Then those ice creatures attacked and things were interesting.

Now it's boring again. How's a bloke supposed to keep himself from going mad 'round here? Besides alcohol, anyway.

[It's hard going from always active to too much free time.]

[FOR THOSE ROAMING AROUND GEFION PARK feel free to notice a very iced over looking weirdo who looks paler than usual! Also he probably has a bunch of scars all over his face and arms from those fairies. His jacket looks more shredded then usual, too. For now he's hunched under a tree.

there is a bit of a crack and a small sniffle as the feed records. and if you listen closely, his voice kind of sounds a bit raspy.]

Ah, I seem to be lost. Does anyone happen to have a map on them or know where to find a map? I can't seem to get my bearings. I got side-tracked by those fairies... and in the process of following them I got lost. [more murmured as an afterthought] What happened to them? Are there any more left to fight? [he sniffles and pauses.]

Is it normal for horses to have eight legs?

[Hey Asgard, are you getting tired of Ichigo yet? Well if you are, too bad, because the feed is clicking on and-

Oh. Oh. Geez, he looks like death warmed over. Why is he so pale? And why is he apparently posting while laying down in bed?

Of course, as soon as he starts talking, it becomes evident to what his problem is.

He's sick.]

...Does anyone have any cold medicine?

[Someone worked a little too hard when the fairies were around, and didn't bother to take good care of himself. So, he was tired and achy for a while, But he'd figured that was just because he'd fought a lot. But today he woke up with a fever and his head and throat feeling like they want to explode, so bad that he doesn't even want to move his head off the pillow. Or just move in general. Anyway, he gives a little groan.]

Or something? [SNEEZES! Ewww, gross...] Ugh, my head...

[And of course, he's shutting it off after whining about it. However, there's nothing stopping people from yelling at him to take better care of himself talking to him or Going over to his room to yell at him to take better care of himself coming over to see him. His door isn't even locked.]

[Is it still too late for cupcake judging?]

[Haha, no, but the scene does look familiar. It's been awhile since Gumi took over the kitchen for baking purposes. Odd-choices aside, she's actually really good with pastries. Today's selection is something simple: carrot cake cupcakes!]

[No, you didn't hear that wrong. Like the green hair and orange outfit wasn't a good enough tip of what she loves in life. With her hair clipped back and a bit of frosting in her cheek, Gumi sighs a bit and gives the camera a warm smile.]

Hey! Hey! Would anyone out there want one? There's another batch in the oven and Gumi can't possibly eat all these!

[Attempt to lure in new friends with the promise of cake? Oh you better believe it!]

Okay.

Someone is going to tell me how this thing works.

[Zoom! Enjoy that view of Nier's piercing peepers for a second there, because he's turning his camera around to point it the microwave oven in Heimdall's kitchen.]

There's no heat. It just shines a light on the food, and then it comes out hot. I've watched through this little window a hundred times, and there's still no sign of anything heating up the food.

[Seriously, he has. There's a pretty large pile of hot, warm, lukewarm, and cool chicken nuggets right beside him on the counter.]

What kind of magic is this? Is that light really so powerful? If so, why isn't this entire machine growing hot and melting down? It doesn't seem so sturdy to me.