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[Today, Kyouraku looks quite cheerful as he looks into the Forge (despite his continuing inability to procure a straw hat or pink haori). But that can't dampen his mood, because he has a message.]

So, tomorrow is Ukitake's birthday. Of course, I'll be throwing a party tomorrow evening, and all are invited to come...once I figure out where to hold it, of course. Any suggestions about the location, or anything else are more than welcome.

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[It has been a month since the tiny white haired captain was last seen.  Most probably figured he'd gone home, but in his eyes, he'd merely fallen asleep for a few hours from some kind of Mist induced hypnosis while training.  You can imagine his surprise when he comes back to find the place has a comfortably settled coating of snow that wasn't there before.  It's pretty clear on his expression, either way.]

Perhaps Stark was on to something about the sudden onset of winter here.

[Kuchiki-taichou]

I should have reported in hours ago, but it seems the Mist got the better of me.  Pardon, taichou.

[ There is a fire that glows somewhere on the other side of the forge, a soft crackle in the silence of the room. The owner of the Forge is not particularly looking at it. Instead, there is a brush in his hand and he's staring rather intently at something before him--a painting, a writing project, perhaps some other form of art. ]

It has been two years. [ Two years. And things have changed so much. He has changed so much. Funny, shinigami think so little of time. It's so meaningless to dwell on a couple years, years that pass by so quickly and are lost in the great span of time.

He tilts his head so very slightly, still scrutinizing his work. ]

Let us see if you all are more cultured than your predecessors. The Calligraphy Society will next gather at the outpost mansion by the shore on the tenth at three in the afternoon. Snacks will be provided and tools will be available to those who need them.

[ A pause and his brush goes back to work. ]

Renji. Tenjou. Reid. I will be expecting you.

[ Didn't think he'd let you three get away, did you? 

Regardless, he sets down that brush for a moment and Byakuya picks up the Forge. Just before he can turn it off, there is a soft sound that catches his attention, like the flapping of wings. He frowns and glances over at it. ]

Not without your sweater. [ His tone is stern and the viewer is unable to see any more when he effectively switches it over to private filters. ]

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I fail to see how this could be 'homemade mackeral miso' when obviously no one made it and it's coming from a basket.

[Hey guys, have a very angry little blonde furiously staring at the contraption that appears to be in her hands. It shakes due to her barely con- okay, uncontrollable rage.]

WHAT TH' FUCK?! NO SERIOUSLY WHAT TH' FUCK?!

WHERE TH' FUCK AM I AN' WHAT TH' FUCK HAPPENED?!

[She growls, baring her teeth before grinding them.  The device begin to turn over and over giving a dizzying view of everything around.  From what can be made out she hasn't left the room she woke up in yet.  Finally she stops with it pointing at herself again.  Her chest heaves as angry, growling breaths are forced out between clenched teeth.]

This thing is on right?  People hearin' me or some shit right?

Questions, I want 'em answered now.  Where th' fuck am I?  What th' fuck happened?  Where a-

No fuck that one, don't wanna know right now.

Someone give me some fuckin' answers or I'm gonna start beatin' th' shit outta th' first person I see t' get 'em!

[With those last words the Forge is slammed down on a table and turns off.]

[The Forge comes to life with a skittering sound, as if it has just been knocked across the floor of someone's room. Which is exactly what happened.

The first thing anyone looking at this particular entry will see is... a furry butt. Belonging to a black-and-white cat (a male one, for those who are interested and/or are intimately aware of what cat-butts look like). The cat turns around after a moment, and starts paw-dabbing at the Forge, clearly fascinated with the device.]

Leave it alone, Adashino.

[The male voice comes from further away. It sounds a little groggy. A faint grunt follows this statement, then footsteps. A hand appears, with a brief glimpse of the pale face and white hair of the man in question, before his palm covers the feed and--oops--he turns off the Forge.]

[A little while later.]

[This time the Forge comes on properly, and showing a white-haired man with one visible green eye and a sober expression.]

I see I'm not the only one who's... arrived lately. Anyone feel like telling me where I ended up this time, some facts about this place, and what I need to look out for?

[He's wondering if this place is like Edensphere, if they're trapped here... but almost afraid to ask.

Though while he's thinking of it...]

One last thing. If anyone's ever heard of a place called 'Edensphere,' I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know.

[He reaches out to terminate the feed, and fumbles a little with the unfamiliar piece of tech before he manages it. But all in all, he's doing pretty well.]

It seems as if I've been gone for awhile... I didn't realize. I was unaware the mist was capable of distorting time.

[ she's quiet for a moment, bangs falling over her eyes. she's in the clinic, her left arm completely covered in a thick layer of white bandages, though there are dark splotches of red where blood continues to seep through. she doesn't seem to concerned about that though, her eyes averted to something off screen-- ]

So much has changed. [ and the camera pans left to show a still figure laying in one of the clinic's beds, pale and sallow. ]

Ukitake-taichou...

[ then, even more softly: ] Shiro-chan, where have you gone?

[ a deep breath. ]

To the new arrivals here-- [ there have been many, she's noticed. ] please be careful. I don't mean to scare anyone but... [ a pause, where she's lost in her thoughts, before she comes back to herself-- ]

I guess, that's all.

[ she glances once, at Ukitake, before reaching over and terminating the feed. ]

[ Hello Anatole. Here is one Lady Morgana who looks. Well embarrassed and somewhat horrified to be honest. She's chewing on her lips and obviously looks like she has something to say but doesn't really want to say it. She'll manage the most respectful of tones. ]

I wonder if I may --- I am not sure what happened --- we might have a slight issue.

[ And behind her you can see smoke. Black smoke. Lots of black smoke coming from the kitchen.  Maybe something is burning. ]

Buffy,

I have a problem with unwanted attention. From some people. It is annoying that they will not leave me alone, unfortunately I am in no position to kill them for it. They are dangerous. It could also be against the rules to try that and I am trying not to become a criminal here, or die or be eaten. So I must find another way.

They are persistent and not very pleasant to talk to, either. I think they need new hobbies that do not involve me.

How do I get rid of them?

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