[Voice / Action] Fourth Waaaaaall.

[wingenvy]

So does this mean that "New Feather" cycle's started up again? It's been a few months, so I guess it works. Weird about the no-wings thing, though

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[inurceilings]

[wait for it

wait for it

it could be your journal or it could be your cell phone]

-Beep Beep-

Hey, Zack! It's me, Kunsel.

[wingenvy]

[...Whoa, whoa, whoa. Since when does his cell phone work!? Zack immediately checks his messages, and... lo and behold.]

Whoa, Kunsel!? He's here too now?

[inurceilings]

-Beep Beep-

Kunsel again. Just wanted to let you know that I've done some investigation in this Luceti place. Did you know there's a place you can do mock battles to practice? Not that fighting would be any problem for a 1st Class SOLDIER.

[wingenvy]

[Oh Kunsel. Always keeping him up to date on stuff! Except that Zack isn't that great at actually replying to his messages, lol.

Too bad there's no SOLDIER floor, he could probably give Kunsel some good info... 8|a]

[bringsdisaster]

[CRASH. Well, there goes a bottle of really well aged whiskey.

And there's a little girl smiling at you from in front of the bar counter, Zack.]

[wingenvy]

[Ack. Small child in the bar. THIS CAN'T BE GOOD. Hastily Zack scoots over to the broken bottle, grabbing a mop.]

Whoa! Watch your step there, kid, you don't want to step in broken glass or something.

[bringsdisaster]

[Better watch out, Zack, it's slippery.

And she's just going to stand there. smiling. creepily.]

[wingenvy]

[Wh... why is she just standing there staring at him.

Okay, focus on one thing at a time then. First, cleaning up. He's not about to look like an idiot in front of a kid by falling, ha! Too bad about the whiskey though, it looked like good stuff.]

Are you lost or something? A bar isn't a good place for a little girl.

[autokesha]

[Hey. Do you hear that? Where is that music coming from?

It's getting louder.]

[wingenvy]

[...Is that. Music? There's no radio in the bar...]

[autokesha]

[You don't need a radio. Ke$ha is her own walking DJ. If you like autotune'd catchy hyper music of course.

She'll be walking into the bar.

No scratch that.

She's going to bust in, all dramatic style.]

[wingenvy]

[Whoa, drama queen in the house?

Zack is just gonna watch the show though, because hey, it's not like this kind of thing happens every day.]

[wingenvy]

It's not really a book! It's like a phone, really. You can talk to people with it.

[wingenvy]

Sure thing. [Zack slides it towards her, leaning on the bar counter.]

[buntails]

Zack!!

[Usagi beams cheerfully - whoa; she knows him? Say hello to Usagi from a different multiversal world.]

Did the Animus do this?

[wingenvy]

The who? [Oh dear, someone else who knows him? This'll be awkward.] Sorry, uh... I don't recognize you.

[buntails]

[O...k... Now have her staring, before the stare crumbles into a sheepish, nervous laugh.]

It's alright! I must have been mistaken! Sorry about that!

[wingenvy]

[Aw, now he feels kind of bad. She's not a very good liar, either.]

Sorry, sorry! I showed up in this place with no memories of being here before, so I kind of forgot everyone.