It's all so quiet lately. Is everyone all right? I can come visit if you need me.

Goodness, I don't think I've ever seen the chore chart filled out so quickly! Well done, boys!

Should dogs be allowed at the table? I don't have a problem with feeding them scraps, but...

[Set up in Sheska's room, the phone is getting a great view of what an absolute mess she's made of it. There are clothes everywhere. The woman of the hour is wearing red and black lace chemise and pouting into the nearly empty interior of her closet.]

Oh my gaaaaawd... I have, like, nothing to wear. This is awful! What was I thinking when I bought all this junk? I guess it's fine for work, or whatever, but you can't go out in this stuff! I mean look at this.

[She pulls out a lavender lace dress, holding it up in disgust.]

What am I, sixty? Are we having a tea party? Puh-leeze. I need something fun and fresh and attractive already. Alright...

[She spins to face the camera with a brilliant smile, one foot cocked and arms up in a little victory sign.]

Shopping spree~ I am way overdue for a new wardrobe. Who wants to come with~?

Everyone, please don't go to the shore! Volcanic activity can sometimes trigger tsunamis that could flood the city, so please go for higher ground as far from the mountain as possible instead! And gas masks are VERY GOOD IDEAS RIGHT NOW!! Make sure as much skin as possible is covered to avoid getting burned!! Take care of small children, the elderly, and the infirm!! The people who should be evacuating first are those CLOSEST to the mountain, followed by everyone else, so we don't bottleneck and trap ourselves. BE CONSIDERATE OF ONE ANOTHER.

Out of curiosity, has anyone else been having their bad dreams come true, or is this just coincidence for me?


And Poland, I'm afraid I have bad news about your pool on the roof.

[The feed comes on in the middle of a sentence, and for a moment it might be confused for gibberish, but no, she's speaking in Gaelic, shouting over the terrible rumble of the mountain and the crash of falling debris. The camera lies on its side in the grass, with a half-obscured view of a veritable stampede of creatures fleeing. Not a one of them seems to care if predator and prey are beside one another: they're all wild-eyed and panicky, but for the moment they're under control.

Aisling stands on a fallen tree, clearly visible. From this angle, at least, she seems as calm as a person may be under these circumstances, with a dray of baby squirrels under one arm. She throws out her free hand as the ground shakes, and the phone settles enough to see more flaming projectiles raining down into the forest further away. As they disappear below the treeline, Aisling cries out and falters, going to one knee as though she's been struck. The ground stops trembling for the moment, but she still shudders, breath hissing between her teeth.

Her control over the animals has slipped, and they're beginning to branch out, backtracking, pausing, snapping at one another, utterly terrified. Slowly, she pushes herself back to her feet, flinging back her hair and reasserting her control. The eyes of the animals glow red for a second, as though a flashbulb has gone off, and they calm enough to keep heading the direction she wants them to go.

Glancing down, Aisling catches sight of her phone and stoops to lift it.]

Get to the sea! A river of fire is coming, and there is no way to stop it that I know. Fly, and keep yourselves out of harm's way!

[She's too busy to linger, and the feed shuts off with a click.]

What a day this has been!

Thanks to this "network" (and what a great idea! I've never seen such advanced technology), I've learned so much about this island prison. I'm especially relieved to hear that no one believes in this whole "fictional" ruse. I thank you all, kind strangers! Your well-documented observations have answered many of my questions about this "New Moore." I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles; I can only hope you'll welcome me into the fold with the same enthusiasm.

Now, if someone can tell me who in town has the best sandwiches, I can sate my curiosity and my appetite.

WHAT: dreams, not all of them fun
WHO: ukraine, sherlock holmes, and YOU
WHEN: whenever everyone is wandering around interrupting dreams like rude people
NOTE: ukraine only has the one dream, but any of sherlock's are up for grabs, and feel free to come up with an entirely different scenario for him at your leisure!

( UKRAINE )


( SHERLOCK )

WHAT: Dreams! all the dreams
WHO: Lydia Martin, Poland, Victor Mancha, Eridan Ampora, Roxy Lalonde, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOU'RE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.


( LYDIA MARTIN )

( POLAND )

( VICTOR MANCHA )

( ERIDAN AMPORA )

( ROXY LALONDE )

( LAU )

I would like to thank you for taking care of me as a child and to apologize if I inadvertently hurt you with my powers. Most of it is a blur.

do u wanna bill a snoman?

[ It is Loki, with a haircut and definitely looking and acting calmer than he ever was ]

Excuse me, but has anyone seen my brother, Thor? Normally, I'd follow the path with the most destruction, but he does not seem to be here. He carries a large hammer and is prone to violence. If he has offended you in some way, I'm sure I can offer some recompense.

[ (frankly, she's not even going to pretend to understand how she's getting this thing to work.)

the face looking into the camera -- well, looking above and slightly to the right of the camera -- is that of a girl barely coming into womanhood, with huge eyes and an uncertain expression. her bangs are visible from under a kerchief bound to her head by an embroidered band, and at her temples are delicate metal loops of varying sizes and designs. ]

If anyone sees two small children, a boy with a scarf and a girl with a ribbon in her hair, please tell them to stay put and big sister will find them.

And might anyone know where I could purchase a horse?

[ or steal. ]

Please take care of yourselves in the coming year. Dress properly and eat well and give hugs often. You're all very precious, to me and to all of your friends. May the things you've learned this last year carry you forward through the next!

Right, so who is having a Christmas party? My liver and I need to know so we can truly determine what we're doing for Christmas, because I'll be damned if I'm spending it sober.

( Private to Sheska, Alisha, Sirius )

( Private to Ukraine )

This island is disgusting. Think of the children.

You're going to traumatize our young minds with your uncontrollable plant-induced snogging.
How long is this going to go on?

[ the picture flickers on to show a room that's slowly being encased on ice and a woman pacing around, not noticing she's being watched ]

Someone has a lot of nerve, bringing me here.