" Hello, you've reached 666-372-"

"Ah, is it recording?"

"You just couldn't wait to reach me, huh. If you have to talk to me, leave a message please. I might get back to you eventually."

"...and if this is the idiot prince, don't bother."

Beep!

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[The first thing the feed shows is a clear, beautiful blue sky, absolutely no gray clouds or ash in sight. The sunshine is blindingly bright, especially since it seems to be reflected off of water.]

[Said water hits the camera, and the PCD falls to show a rather pretty coastline, once again without even a suggestion of what happened the past week. It's clean, clear and absolutely beautiful.]

[And yet, it doesn't seem right. Parts seem to fade in and out at times, and often small purple puffs of what looks like mist or sea foam float from the soft waves hitting the clean sand.]

[A moment passes, and Fran floats into view. He's lying on his back in the calm water, looking directly at the sky, and for the first time in a very long time he looks more than apathetic. He's pale and sallow-looking, with dark circles under his eyes (one being especially more purple than the other), but his face shows a bit more than his usual apathy. It's a strange mixture of tired and defeated, it seems.]

Master's right. This world is better.

...

[He floats there for a moment before speaking again.]

I guess we should call the city "ashtringendum" now.

[The feed turns off.]

[ooc: Fran created an illusion beach for a few hours! Feel free to drop by and chill/swim/wonder wtf happened to the lake in the southeast quarter.]

[The feed opens to show Fran standing in front of a vast number of weapons. From the looks of it, there are guns, swords, axes, explosives, boxes of ammunition, spears, stun guns- just about anything that could be used to kill someone.]

[Next to him is a missile; a fairly large one, at that.]

I know that many of you are useless in terms of powers, so I have weapons. Lots of them, actually.

[A large, mutated bird flaps close to him. A shotgun instantly appears in Fran's hand, and the poor thing's head gets blown off by it. He looks about as concerned as he usually does.]

[That is to say, not at all.]

Instead of sitting and crying about how we're all probably going to die, please try defeating these things. 

I'm at [X,Y].

[It leads to the very center of the city, where the quarters meet.]

[More and more of the birds come closer to him from behind. The missile ignites, launches, and presently blows every single one of them up.]

 Don't bother replying to this, please. Just come here.

[Click.]

[He'll mention where he got these very real and not illusion weapons later. The animus weren't in favor right now, after all.]

[Fran is actually in the kitchen today, stirring a rather large pot of what looks like meat and vegetable soup over a stove lighted with unnaturally red fire. It may seem accidental at first, but he doesn't look away from the pot as he speaks, knowing it's on.What looks like a small white mink on fire pokes its nose into the screen's view, growling a bit. Fran tosses it a small scrap of meat.]

[For those in the mansion, the delicious smell of roast pork and stew fills almost the entire house.]

Happy Christmas, and let's hope we don't all die because of someone else's idiocy again next year.

[He continues to stir the pot, sipping from the spoon once or twice. Once again, the mink nudges him for food.]

[You might notice the giant "BRATTY STUDENT" written on his forehead, but you're supposed to ignore that, clearly.]

[Filtered to Fran + Hitsugaya's team//secretly viewable to Mukuro]

We leave in two days. Please save some food from this festival. We shouldn't be gone for more than three days, so please make up excuses or do what you have to do to get away from your nosy housemates secretly.

[/]

[ooc: If Fran/Hitsugaya has talked to you about the exploration, then you're on the filter. If you're unsure feel free to PM me!]

Ushishishishi.

[The image that comes onto the screen isn't Fran, but Belphegor. He's grinning as usual, but the laugh is just a bit more...flat than normal.]

So many new arrivals. The id-... prince wants to stab them all. Except for the pretty ones, because you're...

...

[He pauses, thinking. What would make the idiot prince look bad? Referring to himself in the third person was painful enough.]

Sexy, very sexy. The prince wants to add you all to his harem, because he would love to...

...lick your blood off allll over your bodies.

[Yeah, that was perverted and violent enough. He looks pleased. Sort of.]

Maybe one lucky girl will bear the prince's children. Ah, but the prince likes men too, just as much. Everyone is free to come.

...

Also, the prince would like a tattoo. And a haircut. Can anyone do me tomorrow? 

I'll be waiting for...

...your body.

Yes, that's what he would say.

[Click.]

[Have fun with that.]

Ah, I really did call it. I've always said that this place was a giant delusion. I saw it when I first came here. I said it was a dream and that we weren't the real "us", I really did. 

No one really believed me, huh. I guess you can all see that I was right, you were wrong, and you can live with that.

...

Or maybe I have to live with it now, considering I'm talking to nothing more than figments of my imagination. Grandmother doesn't really like it when I do that, maybe I should stop...

It really is like a plot twist at the end of a movie, isn't it?

[See this, Adstring? This is the interior of the Varia mansion.]

[And look at this. It's a certain froggy that hasn't been seen for the past week, sitting right there on the couch, with a certain rainbow sheep and hypnotoad snuggled up right next to him.]

[But this time, said froggy looks a little bit....different.]

[It might just be the handcuffs keeping him fastened to the sofa, or the blindfold that is tightly around his eyes, or maybe the ball and chain attached to his right ankle.]

[Subtle differences, really.]

I have advice for all of you. I'm guessing that this thing decided to record me.

If you go out into the wastelands, please make sure that the people you live with aren't controlling idiots who apparently need to keep track of you at all times and believe that three days equals a week.  Master, take advantage of that school you love the uniform of so much and learn basic math, please.

Also, make sure that they know how to achieve basic house cleaning without you as well. Idiot prince, I can smell your room from here. It's disgusting.

That's all.

[Someone's bitter.]

[He tries once again to get comfortable on the couch, but fails- the ball and chain, sheep, toad and all that getting in the way.]