( ”Flavor )

[Phone]

[Oh hey look who's back from the dead, and sounds as snobbish as ever. If a little weaker than usual.]

So, alright. I have no clue how long I've been gone, but I'm guessing a bit longer than usual. I also feel a lot...worse, after death than usual which is...heh, I guess that should be expected with friggin' death but it's not exactly something great. So, you know, if someone could tell me what day it is...that'd be wonderful. It'd be nice to know just what's been going on too, since I'm sure whatever it is must have been a treat.

Also, kinda wondering? Has the town ever given crap back to people before that they've never seen? Cause uh, got a few packages I guess were backed up that I've never seen before. Which is just...great, I guess.

Also….

[He pauses for a long moment. Then takes a deep breath. His voice is begrudging as he talks, but not all too much; more a sign of swallowing his own pride than not wanting to say what he’s saying.]

So look. I know there are a bunch of people here who are healers, or are fighters and can protect and help people, and yada yada yada all that wonderful crap. I don’t do that junk.

[Another pause, like he’s thinking about how he’s supposed to say what he’s going to say.]

But I do want to help. Not because I like you nerds, as much as it’s pretty clearly in the best interest of us getting through this and beating these people if we make an effort to work together instead of tearing each other apart, funny as that would be. This isn't some sissy crap. I just wanna get things done and finish up here sooner than faster, especially when I feel like I can barely move at the moment. As for what I do? …Build stuff, mainly. Skilled mostly in robotics and weapons, although I’m sure there’s people who could do it better so hey on that end if there’s someone who needs an assistant [though it’s clear it annoys him of thinking of himself that way] and could teach me more, yeah. I’d be up for helping in that.

And this isn't a charity case. I'm not going to help everyone who comes calling, just what I can do...whenever I can do it, I guess. I'm not your friend and I don't care about you personally; this is just me doing what I can to help around here, since it seems the better alternative then just screwing around like a dink, and we don't seem to have much of a lack of idiots.

On that note, I do have something I learned from a guy who taught me when I first got here. You could call it “extreme home security” I guess, and if you want I’d be willing to talk to people about installing it, though this ain’t a charity case. I’ll do what I can, but I’m not going to get around to it for everyone, and if anyone signed up as a safe house asks for them they get priority, but-

Hey! Hey hey hey are you done talking to those losers I need to use the phone!

[The other voice sounds a lot like Pokey himself, although a little further away and with an odd, metallic ring to it. And at it, Pokey covers the receiver, trying to drown out his conversation with whoever he’s talking to, although it still filters through the phone, if muffled.]

I thought I locked you in the bathroom!

Pffft! Getting out of that was easy! I just broke the lock! And the toilet, but I guess I didn’t need to do that one. [laughter] Now can I use the phone?

For the love of…hey, here’s an idea! How about you go bother someone else who isn’t making an important call and see if you can use their phone.

…Is that an order?

You know what? Yeah, actually! It is!

Yeah whatever! Later tater, I’m out of here!

Uh huh! Good! Go! I hope you get hit by a car.

[And then he finally takes his hand off the receiver, a little more annoyed than he had been.]

ANYWAY I could beef up house security, if you want it. Talk to me and I’ll give specifics.

Finally, there are some of you who had better answer this. I’m not going to name names, because I’m trusting you’re smart enough to answer this, but hey. If you don’t, no friggin’ skin off my back. I couldn’t care if you were in a ditch or not after all. Just be nice to know who’s here and who isn’t.

[Action - 726 Anderson and 7132 Brooks]

[Hey Slugger and Picky. Guess who's tired, sluggish looking, and currently knocking on your doors like mad?]

[Action – Around Town]

[As you go about your day today, feel free to run into Pokey. Who is currently busy being productive in the best way he knows how.

Namely, he’s been spending the last hour throwing bricks at some of the cars out on the street. And, if you’re passing by? Possibly at you.

And really? While mindless destruction isn’t beyond Pokey, he looks a little off. A little less blue, in fact. And you’re pretty sure the large, red siren light hadn’t been on his head before.]

Hey nerd! How about you watch where you’re going?

[Mindy has seen enough of sadness and pain in this event. And her family was hit pretty hard. There's not much an eight year old can do about grown-up problems, but she can sure try. So she's gonna prepare them a little surprise. But she'll need some help. To the phones!
This call is filtered from her household. By which I mean she's taken the phone receiver into the closet. The cord is still visible, sticking out from under the door. And she's talking in a loud stage whisper.]

Ummm, hi... This is Mindy.

My family here is real nice, and I wanted to do something for them. But I need some help. I want to make them a real nice dinner, but I want it to be a surprise.

[Pause for her to peek out of the closet to make sure they aren't listening.]

So does anybody know some easy recipes? Or have any good ideas on how to get them all out of the house for a day?

[726 Anderson - Morning]

[As soon as morning comes, Luke wakes up with a jolt as though he were coming out of a very long, terrible nightmare, face drenched with sweat and breathing hard. The first thing he does is check his surroundings - no decaying, aged walls, gray skies, and as he pats his face and chest he feels his normal age again. Just like the end of every Mayfield experiment, everything resumed normality (or what counted as normal for Mayfield) so suddenly that it felt like each experiment was just another nightmare meant to be forgotten until a new month and new experiment came around.

But this...this was too much. Luke took every trick and nasty experiment the town threw his way in stride. Sometimes he wasn't so strong, sometimes he wasn't so brave, but he always bounced back no matter what.

Only this time, he didn't want to.

The memories of what happened these past couple of weeks hit him hard, both emotionally and physically. He remembered...he remembered. Watching as people around him died, seeing Edward lose his mind, dying a very slow and pain death from radiation poisoning, and the surgery...

That's right. He remembered the surgery vaguely, laying on the operating table as woman's voice spoke to him. And despite how exhausted he was, no matter how much he just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep, the memories of whirring medical tools kept him wide awake. What happened after that...? That's right, he hallucinated himself in a Mayfield ten years in the future. Caught a glimpse of the bitter and insane man he'd became in the future.

His older self. He remembered now. His older self acted like a monster, screaming at people over the phones and attacking people. He fought Slugger. He fought the Major. He attacked innocent people in his own insanity. How could he possibly call himself a gentleman after that whole display?

...How could he face anyone after the way he acted.

He tugs the blankets around himself, staring up at the ceiling in exhaustion. No, he wouldn't deal with today. He couldn't. Normally he'd get up and try to move forward, but after everything that's happened he found that he just didn't have the strength to get up. Once again, Mayfield had proved that no matter what they tried, the town would always win out in the end. And Luke wasn't sure if he could deal with that right now.

Eventually, he would have to get up and apologize for his behavior. But for now? He'll stay right here for as long as he can. And so he wraps himself up in the blankets like a giant cocoon and lies there.]

[Phone - Evening.]

[And apologizing is exactly what he plans to do later that evening. He holds the phone for a while before speaking. This wasn't going to be an easy thing to do, and he wouldn't be surprised if he got yelled at in return. When he speaks, his voice is quiet.]

Uhm...I just wanted to apologize for the way I was acting this past week. Everything I did and said - I didn't mean any of it, honest I didn't.

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

A; 768 Bunker Streeet
[The Handmaid does not so much wake up as her body propels itself out of bed on instinct before she is fully conscious and able to take in her surroundings. She wobbles slightly, muscles attempting to compensate for the weight of horns that were no longer there. A glance in the mirror reveals that she isn't a troll at all, through some sort of magic or manipulation, and after taking a moment to mentally compare her new face to her older, usual one she turns to the person in the bed, yanking the blankets off and aiming to kick him onto the ground.]

What is the meaning of this?

B; around Mayfield
[The Handmaid is dressed in green, but it's a softer hue than her usual attire, and its fifties America sensibilities are out of place on her, or they would be if she was at all recognizable in this state. She is aware of humans, and so knows what she has become, but as for the why behind it, she is uncertain. Whatever it is, Lord English certainly knew it was going to happen already. Therefore, she should familiarize herself with her surroundings and await further, inevitable instruction.

She glances at the various humans and other, unknown species as she passes, and while she is trying her best to hide it there is the typical "new to Mayfield" sense of confusion and uncertainty creeping around the edges of her carefully-maintained aloof expression if one is looking for that sort of thing. Help her out? Or make things worse, if you prefer.]

( action; 1338 Benny )

[Phone]

[He's a little unsure about calling; he doesn't really remember even half of what he said while he was drugged, and he isn't sure whether what he remembers really happened or if he dreamed it. But he has to let everyone know he's back to normal and to see how everyone else is doing, make sure everyone made it back all right.]

It's Karkat. Has everyone mostly gone back to normal?

For all the fucking good it did everyone, it's about time I passed out the shitty monthly list of places you can maybe go to get a healer or save your life. Okay, but I'm fucking sorry about this, I can't use a typewriter right now, so you'll just have to deal with the awful state it's in for this month. It's at 1338 Benny, I don't have unlimited copies that haven't been drooled on, so copy from someone else.

I also had an idea proposed to me that I think is worth pursuing, but as I'm sure no one is clamoring for more sickening alt caps it may be a while before I put it together. In addition to doctors and healers, there are plenty of other fucking useful skills some of us might have. Mechanical prowess or having a husktop available for use or the ability to find your own asshole for those who can't, I don't know. Just tell me if you can do something useful or if there's something you're looking for, and we can pool resources.

That's about it.

((The month's list is available in the mailbox at Karkat's hive, but instead of the typical list, it looks like this.))

[Filtered to 6 Sweep Trolls, Kids, and Signless and Psiionic]

Yeah. Okay. Sorry for whatever stupid shit I said or did the past few days, it's not my fucking fault. How is everyone doing?

[PHONE; Attempted to filter from Condesce, probably not that effective]

...Is everything over with then? Are we done torturing innocent people?

[There's an angry edge to her voice but it fades]

I don't want to have to watch everyone get hurt and killed. Is there any way to protect those I care about or do we just have to watch it happen every time? What about the dangerous trol--people in Mayfield? Is there nothing that can be done?

[She makes a frustrated hiss]

I just want people to safe, why is this so hard. This isn't Alternia. I shouldn't have to worry as much.


[Action; Around Mayfield]

[She's going door to door to see if she can make sure her friends are okay. Obviously she isn't really sure about where some people live, so if she knocked on your door by accident, well...

She'll still make sure YOU are okay as well]


[Action; Pet shop]

[She's been putting off coming back to work but three days seems to be the magic rule. However this doesn't really mean she'll work.

A far better and more comforting thing is to take every larger cat out of their cages and simply pet them for a few hours. She'll get up if someone comes in, but who really buys pets in the middle of winter in Mayfield]

Action A: ( Locked: Barton's room, over the course of the event )

---

Action B: The effects of the surgery have worn off. Barton's hellish nightmare is over. She may be a strong girl, used to a harsh life as a soulless person, and the pain and confusion over psychic abilities. But Mayfield played on her only fear, and it's going to take some time to recover.

So, housemates and visitors. Don't mind her if she just stays in her room awhile, curled up on her bed. The door is unlocked now, at least.

---

Action C: Later today, Barton will make it outside. She needs air, and sky. She's used to a life outdoors, so she won't stay inside forever. She'll be at her usual haunt - the trees around Makeout Point, bundled up in her coat, a small fire going. Her big blue German Shepard is at her side, keeping her company.

[ACTION - 625 TOPPER STREET - MORNING

Ever wake up in the morning and realize something's just a little bit off about this picture? Because that's what Snow's realizing right about now. This doesn't look like the crew quarters of the Lindblum. In fact, it doesn't even look like he's on the airship at all anymore. He's in weird clothes, in a weird bed, and---

Hang on a second. His brand is gone?! He still has yet to fulfill his Focus, yet the mark of the l'Cie is no longer on his arm.]

Oookay...?

[Is this some kinda dream or something? Where is he? What happened to Light and the others?]

Good morning, dear! Still not dressed? Oh, you're going to be late for work again!

[Oh hey, creepy lady who just poked her head into the room. Creepy lady who looks like the exact same lady in a framed picture with Snow. A wedding picture.]

...well, this can't be good.

[ACTION - AROUND MAYFIELD

People of Mayfield, there's a very good chance you'll be seeing Snow wandering around town as the day goes on. He might look pretty intimidating, given that he's an incredibly tall, beefy dude dressed in the shabbiest clothes he could find in his closet (a bulky leather jacket and ratty old bandana suit him way better than those fancy suits that his fake!wife just got dry-cleaned). But now that he seems to have gotten a better idea of what's going on, he seems a little bit less on edge (if not still a little bit lost). As he explores this bizarre new environment he's managed to find himself in, he might even give you a wave or some other form of greeting. See if you might be a little bit easier to communicate with than that freaky wife of his.

Eventually, though, he'll be headed to...

ACTION - GREASED LIGHTNING GARAGE - AFTERNOON

Weird name. Sis would not approve.

At some point along the way, Snow will manage to find his new working environment. Well, not that he's really looking for it to begin with, he just kinda bumps into it as he goes. And now that his bosses have found him, he seems to be stuck there for the rest of the afternoon. Sure, the cars here aren't nearly as advanced as the ships back on Cocoon that run on AMP tech, but taking stuff apart? Snow can easily handle.

Well, so long as they don't expect him to put anything back together today...]

[Ever since being taken to the factory and operated on, Lion has been scarce. Mainly because the operation locked him inside his own mind, believing that he was back home on the island of Rokkenjima with the dead bodies of his family and friends washing up on the beaches. He hasn't been able to see, hear or feel anything that's been going on in Mayfield.

Today, though, the nightmare has finally ended. Instead of being trapped on the abandoned island with no way of escape, Lion finds himself back in his assigned house in Mayfield, where he had eventually ended up by a stroke of luck. He feels dazed and rather tired, but he still picks up the phone. No use being kept in the dark.]

My apologies...but can anyone tell me what the current situation is? It looks like things have gone back to normal from what I can see, but I think I've missed several days here. I...suppose you could say my mind was elsewhere.

[Tachikoma is feeling good. Really good! Why, it hasn't felt this giddy before except when Mr. Batou gave it some natural oil!

Which is why you may find the futuristic spider tank tearing through town at top speed, talking to itself in an even more chipper voice than it usually has or even humming.

In all honesty, Tachikoma hardly seems different at all at the moment, other than being extra hyper. And even regular friends of it might not notice anything out of the ordinary.

Unless you take note of the drones.

Before today, the drones have been use to the Williamsons' "dog" running along the sidewalks and streets or nosing around things. It never dug up their gardens, it never left a mess on their lawns, and it was pretty docile and friendly, allowing folks to pet it or gently shoo it away if they needed to get by.

Not today. No, if you watch, you might see Tachikoma is actively plowing down the drones, or any person, for that matter, while it's speeding through town. And the few times it has stopped? It's knocking away the drones who try to pet it. You might even catch Tachikoma holding a drone by the arms, spinning in a circle faster and faster, and then suddenly letting go to send the poor person flying like in some crazy living hammer throw. Needless to say, the drones have taken notice. And if you don't see Tachikoma, you can definitely see agitated drones talking and shouting among themselves in its wake.]

Look out! The Williamsons' dog has gone rabid!

Someone call the dog catcher!

Oh my, Tachi use to to be such a nice dog... It's such a shame!

[Good morning, Mayfield. Caesar's about ready to let people know he's alive again. He had planned on putting that off, still trying to sleep off the last of the painkillers he'd swiped from the hospital before barricading himself in his room. However, putting his room -- he had throughly trashed it, thanks to Johnson's unhelpful little changes -- back together had revealed several missing items...

It's enough to take him to the phone, however reluctantly.]

I can't find it in me to appreciate someone playing thief while I was dead. Whoever helped themselves to the DA notes and the map from my room, I don't want to go chasing around town looking for you, so if you wouldn't mind...

[And he really means it about not wanting to chase around town.

He has no plans on going much farther than the space between the phone and his bed again as soon as possible, not unless he has to.]

[A: 1648 Albright Lane (Locked to Abel)]

[Even in the short lifespan of a decade, Cain was intimately familiar with what it was to be someone's experimental toy. But this was different from anything back home - there he had the safety of knowing he was valuable, and anything done would never endanger such an expensive investment; here, he had no such guarantees.

His body and mind are still exhausted when he opens heavy eyes, but he is himself again... and for that, he is infinitely grateful. The fear has receded, hallucinations finally leaving his mind free to think once more, and the pain has dimmed down to aches and weakness that have come from his body being barraged with adrenaline, sedatives and no food for days.

Lifting a heavy hand to rub at one tired eye, he tilted his head to look for the man who had been stood constant guard over him.]

[B: 1648 Albright Lane (Locked to Rachel and Esther)]

[Some hours after waking and speaking with his brother, private words that would never be given to anyone else, Cain was finally making his way out of bed and downstairs. His legs still ached, but he didn't want to be in bed any longer.

He knows Esther has been mostly staying with them, only going home to make sure she wasn't droned, and so he was on the lookout for both her and Rachel as he headed into the kitchen.]

[C: Phone (Locked to Beast Boy)]
[There is a long pause on the line, Cain isn't used to having to thank someone for their help when he was in a vulnerable state... he didn't get in vulnerable states to begin with. When he does speak the words aren't much, but there is feeling behind them.]

Beast Boy? --Thank you, it's... I'm alright now.

[D: Phone (Locked to anyone he spoke to outside the hospital)]
[He feels excruciatingly awkward doing this - he would rather never acknowledge his moments of weakness, brush them under the carpet and pretend they never existed - but a lot of these people deserved more than that. When he speaks, his voice doesn't express any of the awkwardness he's feeling, just as smooth and polite as always.]

I feel I owe you thanks, and an apology. You stopped to try and help me when you didn't have to, when there were countless others who needed help as well, and I repaid you with... highly uncooperative behaviour. I owe you a debt, and I promise that I won't forget that.

[E: Phone (Open to all)]
[Anyone would be hard-pressed to hear that Cain had spent several torturous days locked in his mind; his tone is as warm and calm as ever, with only the slight rasp of a throat sore from screaming.]

All too often here, the workings of the town leave us hurt and reeling, disillusioned and battered. But we always come through the other side, we're still alive and capable of moving forwards... I, at least, am grateful for that. I would rather be knocked down a thousand times and have to get back up again; than be dead without reprieve, and no longer have the choice to stand back up.

[[ action // 840 hastings ]]

[[she's been in the same house for days. after being put and tied to her chair, she hasn't moved much at all. apparently her determination was enough to get her to flat out attack people, but it wasn't quite enough to get her out of a jump rope.

in any case, when she wakes up that morning, she is... not really all that hellbent on destroying everything and everyone. and she isn't as emotionless as she once was. she's very emotional, now, wondering where everyone is. touma, and the other girl who offered her hospitality, even when she spat such rude things at her.

she looks around, teary eyed, as she calls out.]] Hello? Hello, is anyone awake? I would like to get out of this rope, please! [[a pause.]] I am sorry! Please, someone help me out of this! I will not hurt you... I hope.

[[ action // 312 miller // locked to badou ]]

I am back. [[she closes the door behind her and rubs her eyes. she is not happy. she is the opposite of happy. and she's tired.

she wanders around the house, hoping to find someone.]] Is anyone home?

[[ phone a // filtered to anyone she attacked ]]

[[check out who figured out phone filters! yeah! but, no time for celebration, nia has a big apology to make.]] ... I am very sorry, everyone. I did awful things. I tried to hurt all of you. And when some of you tried to tell me to stop, I just kept trying. I should have stopped, but I could not.

I am so, so sorry. I do not know how to tell everyone just how sorry I am.

[[ phone b // unfiltered ]]

Is everyone alright? After all of that, what just happened to so many of us, I hope so.

[Greetings members of 1650 Albright.

I hope you weren't looking to have the drinks in the fridge because Merem is drinking them straight from the carton/jug. Minus the milk, of course. You can never be too sure.

He'd eat all the food too but meh, it's just not worth suffering through the bad taste. But he does have a big smile for whoever is walking into the kitchen.

Of course, he does have questions to be reserved for the phone too.]

Ciel. I seem to have moved somewhere else. A shame this had to happen so I'll work to rectify that a little later.

So, tell me, who out there wishes to speak? I'm sure great unspeakable things have happened so feel free to release all your woes to me. It'll make you feel better.

( what doesn't kill you makes a fighter )

[Phone; filtered to the Captain]

...hey. Thanks for the rescue back there. You okay?

[Action; around town]

[Karina can be found patrolling around town, her Freezing Guns held in a makeshift holster (aka her belt). Occasionally she'll probably stop by the flower shop and just...stay there, looking at the flowers for a while, as if she wants to buy some for someone who wouldn't be able to appreciate them, but she'll tear herself away after a moment.]

[Action A - 463 Stone Street, morning]

[Kono's been stuck either outside in the pond or inside in the bathtub most of the week.  The gills on her neck were incapacitating, even moreso as time passed.  The infection she got at the same time as her surgery didn't help either, and by the end of the week she was pretty out of it and lethargic.

Monday morning, however, Kono wakes in the bathtub with a start.  Sitting up with a shiver, it takes her a few minutes to realize that she can breathe.  Her hands fly to her neck, and she's relieved to find no gills.  Her arms are no longer covered with spots, she no longer feels weak and exhausted, and the world isn't spinning. 

She's even hungry.  No, in fact she's starving.  Climbing out of the bathtub, she goes to find dry clothes and food.  Housemates, feel free to intercept her somewhere along the way on her mission to eat and be human again.]


[Action B - Around Town]

[Once Kono's fed, bathed, and back to her old self, she ventures out of the house to check in on others.  Maybe she'll run into you at your house, maybe the store, maybe the park, or just out on the street.  If she knows you, she's looking for you to see if you're alright now.  Hopefully you are... if you're not quite yourself yet, she'll try to help.]


[Action C - locked to webball ]

[Kono knocks on the door, a little worried.  She hasn't heard from Peter since before the whole experiments thing started.  She's hoping he managed to dodge the bullet, but she's heard about how his luck goes.]

Peter, are you home?  Peter!

[phone]
Right.

I want a rundown on how terribly all of you messed this up.  You can start from last Monday and work your way forward from there.  I'll assume beforehand that it elevates in the degree of tragedy until culminating in a lot of pathos and suicidal despair all around; if you must cry, try to sob out 'Miss Susan, I'm so glad you're back' first, so I'm more inclined to listen.  An explanation as to why I'm currently a walking corpse would also be nice, but not strictly necessary given that I suppose I didn't really need any of these functions in the first pla -- dammit!

[action, 726 Anderson Lane]
[The phone clatters to the ground as Susan's arm sags dangerously from her body, on the verge of falling off again.  She jams it firmly back in place, though it still dangles uselessly.]

This is the most idiotic thing I've ever had to do in my li -- Ohm curse this thrice-afflicted festering excuse of a revival!

[She reattaches her left leg, gets back to her feet, and storms off to the kitchen.
Some time later, she will be momentarily mollified as she stares down at what appears to be a Christmas card with something of a smile.]

((Susan has returned to life with the following:
-No pulse, heartbeat, or blood movement.
-Low body temperature
-Inability to breathe
-Inability to eat/drink
-Wounds still present
-Heightened feelings of anger.))

[ 1490 Kramden Road, 6 February, morning. ]

[ Ilsa has been avoiding the house, save for that uncomfortable night huddled in the car, hoping to avoid being droned. This is the first time since being taken to the factory that she’s been able to think of the place as a refuge, rather than as a target. She’s still twitchy, and seems to be sneaking about, but has gotten ready for work, and is making breakfast for the first time in almost a week. Not!Family and friends might not want to sneak up on her, just in case. ]

[ MacCready and Sons Law Office, 6 February, midday. ]

[ There’s really not a lot for her to catch up in work, considering how little actual work there is in the office, but she is typing with the Dictaphone headset half-off, to make it easier for her to hear someone approach, or answer the phone. ]

Now that you're all quite finished smashing things...

[And guess who thought that was a fantastically stupid idea -- despite his own history of smashing things.]

... Is there anyone out there who still needs medical attention?

[Fenris be damned, he is going to be the healer. It's the best he can do.]

[ACTION : 5718 Cunningham]
[Ever since the surgeries started, there has been a pile of unconscious silver armor lying in the driveway, hooked up to powerlines, batteries, and whatever else generates power. It got better after Jolt found some of the missing parts, but for the most part, he remained in stasis while everything exploded and went to hell around town.]

[Today, though?]

[Today, the silver body stirs, making quiet, groggy sounds. Systems that have laid dormant for days start booting back up again, and air cycles smoothly through his intakes. He actually moves to sit up, his optics unfocused, but strangely clear. His movements are much smoother, as well.]

[He doesn't remember half of what happened. But he's in his driveway, and there... well. There's stuff everywhere. The phone is buzzing.]

[He looks around for a few moments, before deciding sitting up is still too much effort, and flops back down again. Though it's more of a contrary sort of flop than one of real exhaustion.]



[PHONE / sometime later]
So.

What did I miss this time...?