I've need of a sword.

Do any amongst you count yourselves crafters? Or shall I be forced to brave the vagaries of your internet?

[You can hear Lyra's footsteps and the sound of traffic- someone's taking a walk.]

So even after everything that happened last summer, after what they did to Vivi and everyone else, Vulcanus is still- it didn't change anything, or stop them at all, did it?

I miss Oxford.</i>

[The feed begins with a close up of dangly mouth frills. Zoidberg is trying to eat the communicator again, it seems. A moment later, a small hand appears, entwined with the frills, gently prying the communicator from Zoidberg's sticky grasp. He looks rather scolded and Nill looks rather disappointed.]

I'm so sorry, Nill! It's just that I'm so hungry!

[She maintains her disappointed expression and he shrinks a bit.]

Please don't hit me! I promise it will never happen again!

[Nill sighs silently, and then gestures to her pretty awesome sweater. He’d better remember what they were doing!]

Oh! How thoughtful of you to remind me!

[Zoidberg disappears momentarily and returns with a stack of sweaters. There are roughly thirty of them in the stack, with various clashing colors and hideous patterns.]

As you all know, we are in the midst of the winter season. And, being an expert on human anatomy, it's come to my attention that humans often complain when it is cold outside. They come into my office, mouths a-flapping, teeth a-chattering, the hypochondriacs! Grow a little backbone, I say! Man up and tolerate the cold!

[He looks very stern. Also he's sidetracked again. Luckily Nill is there to steer him back with a stern look of her own.]

Ah, yes, of course. Our mission is to distribute these beautiful sweaters to the imPort children of the Network. Nill and I have prepared a sweater for each and every one of you! And all you have to do is come over to my warehome to collect it!

[Nill maneuvers her way into the shot again, and holds up a bowl of Teddy Grahams, almost as an offering (or a bribe). They’re willing to share!]

What's this? Bear shaped graham crackers?! You had food this entire time and you didn't tell me?! Whoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoop!

[And with that, the communicator is dropped on the floor, so that Zoidberg can scuttle over and steal some crackers!]

[When the screen clicks on, it might take people a few moments to realize who the short-haired brunette standing there looking somewhat lost is, unless they saw her when her hair was cut off last year. But the green eyes are rather unmistakeable, and the green chameleon that hops up her arm into view just cements the obvious.]

I...I'm back.

This is...so strange, really, I went home, and Eugene was there, and...I didn't remember anything about the city and then, mother, she...[Rapunzel shakes her head, pushing away unpleasant, vivid memories she's not entirely prepared to deal with.] Eugene and I, we were walking and...

[Her memories seem to be leaking back into her, and her free hand reaches up to tug unconsciously at her short hair as she looks away, her eyes searching, distant.]

I hope I wasn't gone very long, I didn't...So much has happened I'm not...

This isn't where I'm supposed to be. We were walking back to the castle because, because...I'm a princess! [Her voice betrays her absolute bewilderment at that statement.] I still can't really believe that, I mean...I suppose some of it was obvious when I saw all the little details but I never would have imagined anything like...and then Mother tried to...well, she's not my mother, even if...

[Rapunzel is cut off by Pascal, who chitters something at her that yanks her out of her sudden rambling, and she flushes with embarrassment.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble. But I'm back, which is...I don't know. Good? Maybe? I...I hope I didn't worry anyone and everyone is still here, and I'm very sorry if I missed anything important.

[There are times when Jack Harkness gets very bored. Most of these times, he would distract himself with Zevran or Ianto or annoying the Doctor. However, none of these are options. Ianto is at work, the other two have been gone for about a month now. So he's returned to one of his old haunts -- that is, the shooting range. He's set the comm up on a convenient wall, and is finishing up his current round of targets. Each one has about three holes right where the heart would be, a few in the headshot region. Once he's done, he turns to the camera with a grin.]

Well, I've gotten a job again. Let me know if any of you lot want shooting lessons, hmm? [And now that grin is just a little more charming.] I promise, I'm an excellent teacher. Just ask Ianto.

Anyway. I'm interested. What's your favorite weapon, for those of you who use them?

[Slipstream appears displeased. Tired, bitter, unhappy. All of those things. She's only just realized how long it's been since her apartment - already unpleasantly large and lonely - had been invaded by the Fallen.

She's perched on the railing of her balcony.]

Only a few of us left. If that, even. I wonder if that's a good thing, or a bad one?

[Locked to Shockwave: Cybertronian encryptions]

If you're still here, the Fallen appears to have been sent back to where he came from.

[Locked to Vector Prime: Cybertronian encryptions]

Have you left, also? Your compatriot seems to be missing.

[Locked to the Fallen: Cybertronian encryptions; a futile gesture. But perhaps hopeful.]

What, was that last case of wine not good enough for you?

Query: Are there attempts at contacting the porter device not logged on this network? If so, I would appreciate any accounts of them. First hand is, obviously, preferred. However, as denizens of this network come and go with unsettling frequency the idea of second or even third hand accounts is not entirely unwelcome.

Of particular interest would be if information pertaining to the method of their attempt, punishments inflicted by the device.

[Encrypted to Susan Storm]
Doctor Storm. A word.
[/Encryption]

Additionally, those with information regarding the whereabouts of one of my early creations are strongly encouraged to step forward.

"–rom the Stone Age, Jaime! Haha...Ooh!"

[the screen gets a face full of female, and definitely not Jaime. brown eyes, light pink lip gloss, auburn hair...her nose crinkles and she squints with an amused smile into the screen.

her head swivels to profile as she talks over her shoulder:]

"This thing has like the tiniest video screen ever, too!"

[from a distance:] What does?

[the screen shakes as the girl waves the device in the air. louder, closer:] Oh. Oh, that. Uh, yeah! It's kind of stupid-old, isn't it?

[everything's blacked out when his hand goes over it and pulls it away. muffled:] It's the first phone I got when I moved here. Like a little piece of history for myself, you know?

"That is kind of dorky. But adorable."

Yeah. That was kind of the angle. Table's clear now, so you can set your stuff over there. [the screen is flipped over and Jaime peers down at it. when he sees it on, he grimaces, mouth tugging and moving a silent and over-emphasized Sorry! before getting clicked off.]

Hello! What a nice day it is today. Do you know what this, um, nice weather makes me think of?

[She holds up a little pamphlet, entitled "The Joy of Forgiveness", with clipart of two men shaking hands. It's probably been taken from her local church.]

I know that sometimes people can do things that are very insensitive or rude to other people, often without realizing it. And other people may get very offended or annoyed when people do these things. But I think it's important to remember the, um, Joy of Forgiveness.

For example, if one person upset someone else by ignoring them, and if that other person then ignores them back, it would always be best to forget your argument and make up. Being friends is very important, especially if there is a chance that it can change into something more important.

[COUGH] But that's just, um, an example. You don't have to listen to me. After all, I haven't learned much from so many years of marriage, or from raising three kids. I know that my opinion probably doesn't even matter that much to most people, but I thought I should at least hope that one person would listen to my advice. For once.

So, who would you like to forgive? Is there anyone who should be forgiving you? It's always best if you get these things out in the open, where I can help you with them. If you, um, would want my advice anyway.