[Phone call filtered from drones:]

Is everyone doing better now? I was so worried... I wish there was more I could do for you all. It's terrible what they do to us, and I hate the fact that there's nothing we can do to stop it! But we'll get through together, right? We're fighting this together.

Oh! There's another holiday soon, right? Valentine's Day? The children in my class keep giggling and whispering about it, and they want to make cards. It sounds familiar, but I don't remember much about it. Can someone fill me in? At any rate, if it's a holiday, we need to be careful in case something happens again.

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[Action A: 912 Bilko Blvd. Aurora's got some things in the mail today! One is a box, the other an envelope. Curious, she opens the box first to find her usual outfit inside. She's glad to see it! Considering it's what she wore all the time in the Afterlife, it's something familiar from home. After that, she opens the envelope, and inside is a blank card. How odd. Confused, and still looking the card over, Aurora goes to head inside... and passes right through the door. Startled, Aurora lets out a little yelp.

Oh. Oooooh. She gets it!

She walks back out onto the porch, straight through the walls. She's gotten the ability to be incorporeal again, making her closer to being the ghost she once was. She claps excitedly, laughing happily.]

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[Action C: Feeling more like herself now than when she first arrived in Mayfield, Aurora is happily going about her business. You'll find her all over town, hovering a few feet off the ground instead of walking, passing through obstacles in her way. She'll be in the general store, buying food and stocking up on art supplies for her class to make Valentines. You'll see her passing through shelves, or poking her head through one to see what's on the other side. Hopefully she won't scare you or anything.]

[Action: Outside 309 Miller Street]

[It took Eggman quite awhile to finally get out of the situation he was in. He was now back in his old body, the metal ball he was stuck in gone and he was mad as hell. As he stepped outside, he resolved to make this city pay for its humiliation - no matter what his captives say. As he stepped out, Egg Pawns in tow, he stopped to see something familiar.]

My Egg Walker! I haven't used this in ages! [with a grin, he hopped onto the machine, started it up and took aim at his car... and learned that the guns don't work.] What in the...? When I order you to fire, you fire, not jam up! AGH! [he pounds the console in frustration.]

[Action: Anywhere in Mayfield.]

[Eggman isn't letting the lack of firepower deter him. At the moment, one might see him charging through the streets in the machine, causing a bit of mayhem as he cuts in front of cars.]

HaHA! It feels GREAT. Once I get this thing fixed up, I'll make sure to really let people have it!

I - [728 Anderson - morning]
[GUESS WHO GOT A PACKAGE?! Yup. It's still sitting out on the front step, because it's huge as hell and Kotomi can't seem to actually get it inside. She tries pulling it, pushing it, even tying a rope around it and trying to tug it along, but it's just too damn heavy.]

II - [action, hair stylist's]
[If you happen to be in the area, you might spot Kotomi walking out of the hair stylist's building. With her hair cut short, emulating the style she wore as a child. To anyone who's only recently met her, or is just meeting her now, it probably doesn't seem too out of the ordinary. But to those of you who know her, it probably seems very odd, seeing as her hair once fell down to her thighs--and she made sure to take immaculate care of it.]

III - [phone, evening]
[filtered AWAY FROM: Nadeko Sengoku, Madoka Kaname, Minato Arisato, RED Engineer, & Touma Kamijou]

[It took her long enough to figure out how to make a filter as specific as that. Tech wasn't exactly her game. But once she did, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least no one she really cared about would be hearing this.]

I'd like for someone to teach me how to fight. Or even just defend myself.

I can't do magic. I don't have superhuman strength or speed. But...I'm a quick learner. If that helps.

Thank you to anyone who can help me with this.

[At the bank]

[To the Psiioniic’s chagrin, he does have a job to do, and now that things are settled and Milla is doing alright, he’s back at his job.]

[However, he’s… not the most social of person. Which can be something of a problem, considering he’s apparently the bank teller that most people seem to be redirected to today. Care to bother the gentleman in the suit who’s impatiently alternating between running up the numbers for the bank and tapping his pen against the desk?]

[Phone, filtered from Disciple and Signless]

Tho. Are any of you good at making clotheth? I want thomething made. Not to be thpecific, but it involveth a pink coat and gaudy amountsth of jewelry. If fathion ith a high priority for you, don’t talk to me.

[At the marketplace]

[Considering Milla’s condition, he’s outright refused to let her go about pushing herself too far. Grocery shopping falls under that category, so here the Psiioniic is, getting all the things Milla listed for him on a piece of paper.]

[And, uh… maybe a bit more.]

[You might find him in the produce and fruit aisles, outright staring with wide eyes at a display of oranges. They’re surely imported and are definitely a bit pricey.]

[…The staring is getting to be a bit weird. Interrupt the guy whose mind is currently being blown by a sudden revelation?]

[After the grocery store visit]

[The problem with getting a bunch of oranges and also the rest of the groceries is that the Psiioniic only has two hands. This is a problem.]

[So for anyone wandering down the street today, you might see him just standing there on the sidewalk, surrounded by grocery bags. He’s staring down at them, deep in thought and rubbing his chin. Really a shame they wouldn’t let him take the grocery cart out of the store…]

[Would you like to talk to the guy who looks like he could use some help?]

[ACTION - AROUND MAYFIELD

Well, that past couple of weeks sure was hell. But now that the Riddler's got his memories back and his brain in proper working order, he's going to be swinging around town---around the school, around the hospital, even door-to-door---to check up on certain people.

For some, he might stay to talk. For others? There may be no sign that Edward was even here, apart from an envelope on their doorstep. What do they say? Who are they for? Now that's a riddle, isn't it?

Knock knock.

ACTION - 726 ANDERSON LANE | THE HALL OF DOOM

And now that all that's taken care of, it's time to settle into his underground headquarters for a bit of contingency planning. If this place has the power to take his memories away again, then time is of the essence. He can't get distracted by---

Huh. This definitely isn't how the atrium of his headquarters looked earlier this afternoon. He's momentarily concerned about how all this junk got down here, and whether or not the Mailman tampered with anything in his supposedly secret HQ, but the suspicion is fleeting. Apart from the new decor, nothing appears to have been broken, stolen, tampered with, or otherwise touched. He really should be more worried about his security system, but that can be taken care of later on this evening. Right now, he's just recovered a blast from his colorful past, the set to something he's not seen in ages.]

Now, how did that old intro go again...? [He clears his throat, trying to remember.] Ladies and gentlemen...

[He glances around the seemingly empty Hall before twirling his cane and adopting the voice of something resembling a game show announcer, his tone suave, showy, and saccharine. As he continues with this incredibly self-indulgent introduction, it's easy to tell that he's really getting into it.]

Ladies and gentlemen, we're now only moments away from midnight... the Hour of Uncertainty. The time when all stands revealed, naked in the face of complexity. Ladies and gentlemen, The Riddle Factory is proud to present...

"Riddle Me This!" With your host... the man of questions, intrigue, and style... the lean, mean, green machine... the Riddler!

[He chuckles to himself, nostalgic at glory days long gone, before poking his head around his evil lair-turned-television set.]

[ action ♥ 770 Bunker Street ]
[ Satou woke in her bed with a start, as if from a nightmare. She last remembers being stabbed, over and over, until she just couldn't bear to be conscious anymore. The memory keeps knocking on her thoughts as she forces herself to get out of bed and stumbles to the vanity in her room. ] It's okay... It's okay, don't freak out, it's okay... [ Then she stops. Standing in front of the mirror, in the middle of changing her clothes. It takes a moment for the sight to completely register. Her wounds are still there. They're not bleeding and they're not fatal, but they're still there. Satou tries to calm herself again by searching for her pulse, to remind herself that she might be wounded but at least she's still alive... unable to find it, she stumbles to the nearest bathroom and skips breakfast that morning.. ]

[ action ♥ High School ]
[ Despite her physical state, Satou does all in her power to be cheerful at school that day. She'll greet anyone and everyone with a smile, even if she's never met the before.  ] Good day! Are you excited, for, um... February? Let's make it the best!

 [ But she will never take her gloves off. She has long sleeves on, long stockings, and is making all possible effort to keep her body completely hidden. Though she seems to be social and friendly, get too close to her and she'll back away from you nervously. At lunch, she sneaks away from the cafeteria to avoid eating anything. Satou doesn't want anyone to know her revival wasn't perfect.  ]

[ phone ♥ Evening ]
[ Just barely an hour after school and Satou is finally healed up. Since she is no longer freaking out over her failed revival state, Satou now has the time to open the package addressed to her. Despite the strange lack of contents, she sounds relieved as she finally picks up the phone. ]
Good evening! Is this too late to be making a call? I just, um, wanted to know. Did anyone else get a package today? I got one and... there wasn't anything in it. Is that normal? [ Her tone does from relieved to slightly upset. ] Did I get ripped off?

{ for any action tags, please respond to Satou's permissions post for her empathy, if you have a moment! Thanks so much! }

[Action 1 - Morning, Outside 1487 Kramden Road]

[Aziraphale looks to be in a good mood as he steps out the door, ready to start the day. He looks a little excited to have a package - he's not learnt to be weary of unexpected presents yet. When he opens it to find a single white feather inside he frowns, before with a loud rip two messy white wings emerge from his back. Without having to look back to see what's happened, he very almost swears.]

Oh... blast it all. [Stretching out his wings, he cranes over to have a look at the mess.] I liked this jumper too.

[Action 2 - Dusk, the makeout point]

[Anyone who comes by in the last hour of daylight will be entertained by an over weight middle aged man trying to take off. His over sized pair of wings work, but sustained flight seems like a bit of a work out, if his huffing and panting and frequent pauses to get his breath is any judge.

Eventually he flops down heavily onto a log, deciding that enough is enough.] I'm sure it wasn't this hard in the old days.

[Phone]

Ah... hello.  This is Rarity.  I was hoping to acquire the services of a healer.  Preferably one of the magical variety.  Nothing terribly serious, just... something left over from last week that I'd like to have taken care of sooner rather than later.  I can offer reasonable compensation if you happen to require such.  Please call me back if you're interested.