To a Quiet, and Hopefully Peaceful, Solstice

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Invitations have finally been sent out for the fiscal year end Gala, though I do not expect much to come by way of attendance. The roads are most likely impassible, and not many possess airships for their leisurely travel. Snow is blanketing Edge in a strange hue of green-white. I suppose that's to be expected, after all the performances the Lifestream has deemed to put on lately.

The scene does remind me of Midgar in winter.

I trust everyone has plans for the Solstice?

FIRST ADDENDUM: Reno. Tseng informs me you're due for a brain transplant, to be commenced immediately. What did you do this time?