S~o I'm writing up the last details on the festival. I've got a few things here and there, but I want more advice.

[ Roze is sitting on her bed, hair pulled up loose and pinned with chopsticks in a "librarian" style, papers surrounding her, a pencil tapping against her lips. ]

I want to include things from other people's world's and cultures. So what do you people do for your end of year or "end of cycle" celebrations, huh?

Hardly anyone responded to their invitations, but I'll assume a lot of you don't know what RSVP means. Despite that, if there's anyone out there willing to add to the festivities, I'd love to hear your ideas.

Anyways, lemme know.

Oh yeah and uh...

We need more help with the music, if anyone is interested. Neku's got the tracks taken care of, but if there's anyone out there that knows how to actually play stuff, I'd like to talk to you. --Don't worry, Wily-Kit, I've already got you down.

[Kit appears on the screen, wearing her hooded blanket-cape, the sweatshirt Chika had given her (which looks about a size and a half too big on her), and a big smile. She's still in her apartment, but it's clear she's getting ready to go out.]

Hi, everybody! So, um... I heard that there are a couple different holidays happening around this time of year where people give each other presents. We have one back where I'm from too, called Rammastide.

Anyway, I haven't been here long enough to really learn the kind of stuff everyone likes, but I figure, everybody likes to eat, right? So I'm gonna make everybody some fruit bread for presents! We always had it this time of year back home, and it's great for sharing. But I need to know how much of the ingredients to buy, so anybody who wants some let me know, OK?

[She'll probably make extra to give to random people she thinks need/would like some, but she does need to get a ballpark figure.]

Oh, and Fluttershy, the fruit bread I said I was gonna make for you before is all ready! [holds up something wrapped in what looks like a clean dishtowel] I'm gonna bring it over on my way to the marketplace, if that's OK.

[Trixie casually strolls out of her room with her PawnChessmon hot on her heels looking flustered. This is because she's only wearing her hat and her cape. She informs him to turn on the communicator and he fumbles with it as she passes through the living room heading for the door.

The first image to appear on the network is of her bubbly blue butt complete with matching moon and stars markings on the sides like a tattoo. The camera pans up and she turns to face the camera with a flourish of her cape and flashing her modest sized bare chest in the process]

Greetings adoring fans! It is I, the Great and Powerful Trixie!

And Trixie is curious. With the city all smashed up are there ANY businesses open? Preferably where Tricie can procure more of those lovely peanut butter crackers they had in the vending machine near the main Terminal?

[not even mentioning the nudity... Because why would she?]

[Look, it's everyone's favourite one eyed 12 year old girl who is actually a 4 million year old robot dude!

... and it looks like as he's talking to you all? Jetstream is braiding his hair, and it doesn't look like Whirl is stopping the digimon.]

Look, I kinda get that humans don't live too long and all that scrap. But you guys make up a lot of frikking reasons to have parties. And some of them are really silly, [Jetstream sort of tugs on his hair, which gets an ow.] no offense to like. Roze and her year party.

[Cause he likes Roze, but everyone else?]

Like "birthdays". Just have a frikking party because you want to, really.

[Another hair yank followed by another ow, and a huff.]

Or just think of something frikking better to celebrate.

[And then he adds, as almost like an after thought.]

Oh yeah and that annoying slagheap Misfire doesn't seem to be here anymore. Frikking pity, really.