[Yuca is sitting outside- it looks like he's dragged a kitchen chair out onto the front lawn of the church, and he's absently kicking his feet as he dips a sewing needle into the sleeve of a scrap of fabric on his lap, pulling it back out and tugging the thread taut, before going back in again. The motions go on for almost a full minute- in and ( Read more... )

[The video feed starts with showing Cross Church- or at least, what used to be the church. The roof has all but caved in, splintered, rotting wood jutting out at every angle, stained glass windows shattered under the strain, the foundations beginning to splinter. Clearly, tragically, unsafe ( Read more... )

[After a week of static, Yuca's PCD flicks on. There's nothing at first, just the soft sound of his breathing, thinking quietly on what to say- what he really could say. Finally, he just lets out a laugh that is obviously fake, sighing afterward.]

Sorry I haven't been around. Things- got a little crazy, didn't they?

[Another quiet pause.]

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[The camera flickers on and finds Yuca, once again, sitting peacefully in his garden, an arm wrapped around his knees. He's got cuts and bruises here and there from his fight with Merlin, but for the most part, he still looks pretty okay. The flowers are just starting to bloom, and his fingers barely brush against one, as if he isn't sure of the ( Read more... )

[The PCD flickers on, starts recording. Yuca doesn't notice it at first (no, he's not dead, sorry). He's kneeling on one knee, using both his hands to pull, hard, at an annoying patch of crab grass. He seemed to be in a lot where a building was destroyed, judging from the rubble around him- a sledgehammer lay in the grass not too far off, broken ( Read more... )

[Yuca sighs- he sounds older now, thank heavens, his voice is deeper, more sure of itself.]That was quite the ordeal. But, it appears that I'm not a child anymore, at the very least. Thank you everyone, for putting up with me while that event was effecting me. Unlike some, it seems, I remember what happened to me last week, and I wasn't very ( Read more... )

[Have a polite little smile.]I do hope everyone was able to save themselves from being buried under the raining food! Though I'm pleased it's no longer a danger, it is a bit of a disappointment that we can't seem to store it ( Read more... )

That wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice to meet some new friends. And as long as we got back early enough, the gnomes weren't that much of a problem.

Thank you all for being such gracious hosts.

[Filtered to Rain || hackable]

Ah... Rain. Now that the event is over... are we going back to our previous living arrangements?