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[Video. Armored. Obviously displeased. Must be Tuesday.]

The keyholes in all four worlds have gone missing. That shouldn't be physically possible, but at this point I'm starting to think that nothing happens around here without a good goddamn reason.

So we're going to find them. If you want to help search, meet me at the fountain in Traverse Town's second district in thirty minutes.

[For those of you who are good at body language or just know Wash, the tilt of that helmet does not look happy. At all.]

The lights on the Mother of Invention are set to ship's night. It's barely afternoon and already sunset in Ponyville. Twilight Town looks like it's five minutes away from being full-on night, and in Traverse Town, the stars are gone. No cloud cover or anything - just gone.

On top of that, this- [He pulls out the empty AI chip and holds it up for the camera to see] - has started speaking in full sentences. In Sora's voice. About how he can't hold them off anymore, and how we need to find him and fight.

If anyone knows anything, now would be a really good time to say so.

For now, don't go anywhere alone. The last thing any of us need is to be ambushed by this "them."

[Sora is sitting on the steps in front of the accessory shop in First District. Behind him, gently trying to fit its large face into frame over his shoulder, is an Aura Lion. Sora reaches up to pet it, while also gently preventing it from overtaking the screen, smiling softly as he does so. The lion seems to get the hint and settles for the amount of space its already taking up.]

Hey guys. How are things going?

Um, you know, I was thinking... I've got some extra dream pieces, two of the ones that can make stronger Spirits and a lot of regular ones, and I was wondering if anyone wanted or needed any.

[The lion nuzzles him a bit. It's really nice that his person wants to share his excess dream bits, isn't it?]

And I'm thinking of naming this guy Leo. What do you think?

[For his part, the lion seems to like the name. And he's very cuddly, but also seems to understand he's not a lap cat.]

[ The video feed springs up with little to no fuss put into it- benefits of being kind of on board with the futuristic tech train- revealing one more in the line of fully-armored space marines, this one in a stunning shade of ~~not blue~~ ~~blueish~~ ~~teal~~ aqua sort of? His head is tilted a little to one side as he regards the communicator, and after a second of silence to make sure he's getting through, he speaks up. ]

Dude, this is the worst dream I've ever had! [ Yeah, meet Lavernius Tucker. Champion complainer. He's broadcasting genuine frustration and agitation like they're going out of style. ] It's all aliens and backpacks and no hot chicks! And kind of a really bad time for not being able to wake up. If someone needs me to help win a war or go between species for peace or something, you're gonna have to take a number. 'cause no offense, but I'm getting really tired of this plot-twist bullshit! How's a guy supposed to get anything done when this keeps happening? [ This, he follows with a huff before... actually seeming to relax a little more.

He'll just have to... wing it, he guesses. Not like he's really got a choice. After a few moments of silence (while he's busy brooding), Tucker hefts the bag he got on arrival into view. ]

So. I've got this backpack full of stuff to make a little alien and buy stuff and... drink, I guess. I mean, I was pretty focused on keeping the fuck away from the new mysterious alien life form, so I missed a few details. Fool me once, man. Whatever's in the bag, I'll trade for a one-way ticket back to Chorus. Or to being awake or whatever. Ooooor information? Yeah, sure, I mean. That seems like the kind of thing I should ask about. Like, what the fuck is going on around here? What's everyone's deal? Does getting shot wake you up? Because that would be pretty messed up, but I won't rule it out. You know, whoever's up for something like that. I guess I'm not really going anywhere in the meantime. Nothing like being stuck in the middle of nowhere. That's totally never completely backfired on me.

[ He pauses one more time, halfway reaching out to cut the feed and seeming to remember something he's forgotten. ]

Oh, and you can call me Tucker. If you want to remedy the hot chick situation while we're here together, y'know... I won't complain.

[ Maybe lacking some of the usual verve he'd give to matters concerning attractive ladies, but he's got hefty concerns on his shoulders, okay. Sometimes a man has to prioritize. ]

[The video feed flips on, showing Wash armored up and ready to go.]

Now that the other worlds are open again, it might be worth it to check them out to see if anything is different and scout locations for the safehouses North suggested. If you know a world well enough to spot changes and can handle yourself in combat, you should probably help.

I'll take the Mother of Invention, if anyone wants to take Ponyville or Twilight Town.

[Rinzler had been prodding at the communicator device for a while. It wasn't really something he was used to still, and he wasn't the most comfortable with it. But in some ways, it wasn't that different from the technology on the grid. He lets out a rumbling noise as he turns on the audio. He needed answers. He knew that most of the others, including the ISO had since left. Why hadn't he?] Users.

Need to leave. Did not protest before. Thought would be able to return to Clu. Still here. In this user world.

Cannot stay here. How can I leave? I obey Clu. Cannot serve him here.

[And that would be something close to growling now.]

[A man appears on the communicator looking a little miffed. It's Clint, though considering he hasn't really been seen without his mask before some might not make that connection. They'll probably recognize his voice...or the Pricklemane bouncing up and down behind him on a bed.]]

So what makes me so special that I get to stick around after everyone else went home? I arrived when all those others did, right? So shouldn't I have been sent home with them too?

[He sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.]

Guess that was too much to hope for anyway. Things are never that easy for me.

[Clint drops his hand and looks at the screen properly now. Behind him the bouncing Pricklemane is joined by a Komory Bat sweeping down from the ceiling occasionally to bump the Pricklemane. They're playing.]

Right so since it looks like I might be here for the foreseeable future I guess some introductions are in order. Names' Clint or Hawkeye, whichever you prefer. I'm an Avenger...if that means anything to anyone here. The bouncing idiot behind me is Pinhead. And I just made the other one...think I'll call him Count. You might have teamed up with us in the whole bee attack...which I have to say you guys weren't half bad at taking down.

Which...reminds me. Anyone know where I might be able to find the supplies to restock my quiver? I'm going to need more arrows if I'm supposed to fight more bee monsters or any of the other neon monstrosities around here. I really don't think relying on Pinhead is gonna be an option.

[He jerks his thumb behind him and, as if on cue, the Pricklemane and the Komory Bat collide in a spectacular crash and then tumble off the bed and out of sight. Clint doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder which might tell you how often his has happened even before he started recording.]

See what I mean?

[There's a high-pitched yelp.

It sounds sort of strangled, or maybe it even sounds like someone getting squished under a heavy weight. Whatever has happened doesn't take too long to recover from, however, as the high-pitched voice rouses from that former dazed state.]

...Oh boy. Anybody got the license plate of that train??

[He tries to laugh, letting it peter off into a mild groan.

Somewhere behind him, there's the sound of a muffled, fat bark.]

[The video is short; nothing but a shot of the fountain in the Second District and Wash speaking.]

Anyone who's tired of being stuck in Traverse Town and feels like a fight, come to the Second District. We're gonna kill that bird.

[Setsuna is standing on top of the lighted tower in the middle of the Fourth District, her eyes tilted upwards as she watches the Spellican fly overhead and pay no mind to her or her two Dream Eaters, Maia and Phoebe. She frowns as it passes and she looks troubled. Once the giant Nightmare has vanished from sight for the time being, she returns her gaze to the Communicator in her hand.]

I apologize in advanced if this is waking anyone. The events as of late have made it difficult for me to sleep. I have been trying to piece everything that happened together, but so far I have very little. My mind has just been spinning in circles.

I have been watching the Spellican's movements for awhile now and they have not changed. Few of the recent arrivals from the mass appearance remain and I have also noticed that we have yet to regain the ability to transverse the worlds as we did before. Surely there must be a connection between these incidents. Something that Spellican has done perhaps? I'm afraid I am a little ignorant on what abilities it may possess.

[She doesn't like not having the answers to her questions. She leans against a beam and sighs.]

Do you perhaps think we should confront the Dream Eater? We destroyed the other Nightmares he summoned...perhaps instead of waiting for him to attack us we should take the fight to him? I would prefer some advice however, this would only be my third time encountering the more powerful Nightmares and I know that many of you have more experience where that is concerned.

[Kind of hard not to notice that a whole bunch of people - namely, the people who randomly appeared a week ago - have now up and disappeared.]

Who's still here?

[Wash is terse and obviously very unhappy. Not a good situation.]

In case anyone missed Luna's post, we've got four big Nightmares in the city. One of them is the Meta, or at least a Nightmare version of it, which means it's worse.

It still behaves like the Meta, which means it'll go after AI. Anyone in armor is a target, so no one goes out alone. North, South, Epsilon, you're with Carolina. Church, York, Grif, you're with me. Noble-Four, Noble-Six, either pick a team or stick together. Call for backup if you see it. Don't be a hero, don't be an idiot, and don't get killed.

[Armor on, helmet off; Wash doesn't look too terribly happy, but that's about par for the course. Cal it neutral for now, or as close to neutral as he gets.]

If you're new here and you can see this, great - it means you've figured out how to use the communicator. [Yaaaaaaaay.]

For those of you who weren't listening to the Moogle or just didn't get it the first time, you're in the realm of dreams. Yes, you're asleep. No, nobody knows how you got here or how to get back, but we're working on it. People just seem to appear and disappear at random.

This particular world is called Traverse Town. There used to be three more connected to it - Twilight Town, the Mother of Invention, and Ponyville - but they closed off at about the same time you all showed up. Nobody's figured that one out either.

Let's see...if a Dream Eater has red eyes, it's a Nightmare and will probably to try to kill you. If it doesn't, it either belongs to someone or is a Moogle. Either way, don't shoot it.

If you need more information...[He shrugs.] Ask around. The people who've been here longer tend to know more. [Of course, he's just set himself up as a source of information - not what he wanted, but dammit, someone's got to do it.]

Attention: To whoever owns the cat dream eater that broke into my room earlier? You may want to train it better. I almost shot it when I found it sneaking around and stealing something of mine.

I don't appreciate that kind of behavior.

[Someone may have missed Wash's warning message.]

[Here, have Epsilon leaning against Caboose, his Meowjesty. Allison is grumbling in the background. Where's her petting? She wants attention.]

Seems like I've been forgetting to check this thing lately. Have I missed anything important lately, guys?

Also, anyone have advice for trying to train a Meowjesty? Caboose still won't listen worth a damn.

[Wash is sitting on his bed with a teal Frootz Cat in his lap. The cat looks pleased as punch to be there; Wash, in casual clothes with his face therefore visible, is obviously not.]

This is Carmen.

[Carmen meows happily. Hi all my buddies!]

She has a bad habit of stealing people's clothes and leaving them in other people's rooms. Or beds. Or bathrooms.

[Carmen looks a bit disgruntled at her behavior being labeled a bad habit. Those people belong together! They just don't know it yet. Obviously it's her duty to educate them!]

I figured I should let anyone know before she causes real trouble. She's teal so nobody will mistake her for Lela.

[The Doctor's on the comms looking absolutely exhausted. He was sleeping poorly last week. This week? No. It's been awful. He tries to force some cheer and a smile into the video. He's trying to hard though.]

So! Bit more settled here, that's all well and good. Could use a bit of an income of sorts though. That's new. Kind of weird. I figured I'd offer out my services at fixing things. Promise, I won't break it! [Probably. He might even try to make it better! That's totally okay, right?] Whatever it is you have, I'm sure I can put it back together.

I'm not looking to charge anything in particular, whether it's a little bit of munny or something for the Dream Eaters, it's something that'll help out my friends and I. The offer is always on the table, if ever anyone needs the help.

[He rubs at his eyes. He is so very done with these dreams.]

[The quick, light breaths coming from the audio indicate that the person speaking is performing some form of physical exertion.]

My apologies for any brusqueness, but I require the assistance of a healer immediately. I have just witnessed a person leaping from the edge of the tower in the Fourth District of Traverse Town. I do not know if they could have survived a fall from such a height, but if they have, I suspect my own first aid knowledge and potion will be insufficient to provide adequate care for such traumatic injuries. I am making all due haste to the area at this moment. Thank you for your attention.

Good day, my name is Jeeves. I am given to understand this device has some extraordinary broadcasting ability akin to a radio or television, but with multi-way communicative properties. I have been here only a short time and require some assistance, for which I will gladly work in trade.

I have created one of the creatures known as a spirit. I have been led to believe that the animal serves some useful function as protection in this realm against nightmares of a similar build, but alternate coloration. The Komory Bat now in my possession defies all training and disciplinary methods with which I am familiar for service animals. I would deeply appreciate some instruction on their care and control. It has taken to fluttering around me in a highly distracting way. Thank you.

I have also been informed this device has some archival function. If it may be accessed readily, I should like to know how.

[There's a long silence and a sigh before he begins. He really should've written down what he wanted to say; it's too late for that now.]

Ziva, we- we should talk. I-

[There's a moment as he realizes just how bad that sounds.] -shit, no, not like that. Not-

Look, York's- he woke up, and I-

[There's another long pause, and then a sigh.] You know what? Forget it. [The message cuts off abruptly.]

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Message 19: Why Do We Keep Having To Find These Damn Things

Message 18: Darkness Falls Across the Land

Mrawr?

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Message 17: Manifest Destiny, Kind Of

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[CH. 001] [Audio]

Message 16: A Call to Arms

Garnet 02 }{ Video

Message 15: Roll Call

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Physics... How Do They Work? - 002 [audio]

Technology is Fun - 001 [Audio]

Message 11: Can't Be Alone [Private to Ziva; Audio]