[Kid is walking through the streets that those from his world will recognize as Death City. However, as much as he looks happy and content from last night's activities, he keeps glancing about with a hint of anxiety.]
I want to thank everyone again for making the Halloween party such a success. It was good to see everyone out and enjoying themselves.
[He nods to one of the not!people walking by, the construct created from his memories of people he's seen but doesn't know very well if at all. Then he glances uncertainly towards somewhere else before refocusing on the camera.]
Though Genessia has returned to normal, I added an archway in Everglade which leads to a recreation of Death City. [He's a little sheepish. As if he hadn't realized just how homesick he'd been until he'd seen Genessia dressed up similarly to Death City.] Please be careful of some of the fake people here. My world has humans that transform into Weapons, most of them at the school...[He tilts the camera so
a large castle-like structure at the top of an insanely-long staircase is visible. (And, yes, those are real flames coming off of those candles.)]...so I urge you to be cautious when picking fights. I'm not sure if the fakes possess the same Weapon transformation capabilities but better to be safe than sorry.
However, looking around, I did notice something I wanted to ask. Has anyone seen anything out of place in anything you managed to bring here? For example, things like this.
[He once again turns the camera of his vidphone to take in one of the local buildings. It's got that quirky, semi-gothic look to it...except Kid's focusing in primarily on a strange patch of impossibly-smooth marble with faint etchings that are too worn down to make out near the ground. Instead of forming a sharp corner like the rest of that wall, it instead creates a gentle curve leading into the alleyway. Anyone could've easily walked on by it, but Kid's OCD picked up on it easily.]
[He turns the camera once more towards himself as he resumes walking.] I keep seeing patches like that all over the place. Not to mention other little things.
[He stops and stares.]
...Though that definitely doesn't fit.
[Kid's reached the edge of Death City, almost heading into the surrounding desert which seems to stretch on forever but, logically, there's a barrier there at some point. On the very edge is something very familiar to older residents.]
[It's a second dreamdock.]