[When the video switches on, a certain white-haired man is shown, one hand up and giving off enough soft light to illuminate his face. He's smiling slightly, but there's a sort of worn look about his face that isn't like him; he's usually bright, young-looking, healthy, but everything about Apollo is dulled today.
Good job, rats, y'all knocked out his sun.
Not that he'll complain about it. He expended a lot of energy during the destruction to incinerate quite a bit of the landscape outside town, and he helped to bring down the ceiling (minus the metal dome of course). Apollo hasn't gotten a chance to recharge much since the power went out, though, and as a result, he's looking somewhat tired, drawn. He's feeling a little sick. But he won't show it.]
Well, that was quite a show yesterday. Managed to break the facade and everything. ...So, who knows what happens next?
Is everyone alright? If anyone needs anything, I'm not at my best, but I'd be happy to help. [He just doesn't really like sitting around and feeling weak and doing nothing.]
[Radiotelepathy, general broadcast]
Jenny...s? Are you both holding up okay?