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Dec. 2nd, 2018 03:31 pm
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From: Ishtar
When: March 5th [frontdated]

... So I went to sleep last night, and found myself home. Went through a whole couple months, a bunch of shit happened, and then I wake up here again after it's all over. Kinda feeling jerked around a bit, but what's happened has happened.

Anyway, I've been hearing prayers from people whose relationships are in trouble lately, and if this place is going to insist I be a love goddess, then I guess I'd better do something about it. Problem is, the soulless shinki this place assigned me and I haven't been getting on at all, and considering it's been a few months since I saw him from my perspective, I don't think it'd be a good idea to try and force it.

This isn't easy to admit, but if I'm gonna do this, I need help. Would anyone be willing to help me stake out the Tokyo Museum for a few nights? There's definitely ayakashi involved, so I definitely know I shouldn't go it alone.
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[The recording starts with extreme close up of a piece of wood. Iskandar's voice comes from a slight distance a bit muffled.]

Did it start? Should I put it like this? No? Why should I turn it around? Switch to front camera? What's a front camera? Oh, right! Oh right, I'll turn it around.

[The camera image shakes for a moment but when it finally stops it shows Iskandar sitting on a low ladder the type you usually find in libraries. There is a glimpse of Satya covering her face with both hands. The gesture is not unknown to any technically savvy person who ever tried to explain technology to an earnest relative with said relative having no idea how it works but insisting they know what they're doing - He's Lord of Asia! King of Conquerors! He knows what he's doing! - and failing miserably at it. But he's learning! Give him an hour! If he only had the patience to actually use that hour to learn before trying to use it. Hint: he doesn't.]

Greetings! For those few who don't know me yet I am Iskandar. It has come to my attention that the modern times have great selection of literature.

[You people have no idea how infinitesimally blessed you are! You should be forever grateful to the gods! That's roughly what his expressions says right now.]

Yet it is unfortunate that some of it is, mildly speaking, left wanting. That is why I am addressing all that would heed my call. What books would you recommend? For I greatly desire to read something worthy of my time.

Furthermore, if someone felt in mood of discussing great works of literature with me or even better a group I'm more than happy to organise the, how they call it? Ah, a book club! Should anyone be interested they may contact me here or leave a message at my temple.

[That's where recording ends.]
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Posted: January 7th
From: Ginia

[Text]
May the record forever show the true nature of Caster, Archer, and Lancer.♥

[Four videos and another text message go up in rapid succession.]

[Video 1]
[Ginia offers a smile and a small wave before she begins signing. Her signs are smooth and clear, a measured speed for clarity. She's filming in her temple, the large den her backdrop.]

Hello, my name is Ginia. Awhile ago, I spoke to Lavi about offering sign language practice to his students, but was unable to reach out to his students due to life circumstances.

I thought I would ask now if any of his current students would like tutoring or someone to practice with. I'm also happy to help anyone that would like to learn sign language. We can work individually or in a group setting, whatever people would prefer.

Feel free to comment here or message me at [IC contact] any time. Thank you for your time.

[In the background of her video, as Ginia signs her message, Lancer enters with a full laundry basket. And a bucket of water? He sets the bucket down, sits on the couch, and begins folding the laundry. Or at least he attempts too. Never has someone struggled so much with folding shirts into neat squares. As he sets the folded clothes aside on the couch, one of the temple's large white dogs wanders in, climbs onto the couch, and flops on all of Lancer's work.]

[Video 2]
[Upon reviewing the video and realizing the event in the background, Ginia decides to film a second video. Can't embarrass her fellow shinki after all.]

[The setup is similar, though this time the background is the kitchen. As Ginia records, Archer walks into view and sets some treats on the floor. A large white dog wearing a Hawaiian shirt sits by the treats. This continues until there are four white dogs lined up in the background, all wearing different Hawaiian shirts. Once the last dog - a small, wiggly puppy - is in place, Archer drops a pair of sunglasses on the first dog, winks at the camera, and walks out.]


[Video 3]
[Dammit Archer!]

[The third video in the same big common area as the first. While the events in the background of previous two could have been accidents, at this point it’s clear the men in the background are doing it on purpose. Lancer is lying on the floor, arms spread out, and Archer and Caster are busy laying a pile of big white dogs on top of him. The first one doesn't protest, the second wags his tail excitedly, the third one is *unsure* but goes along anyway. There is also a small pupper that on her own decides to sit on Lancer's ankle. Caster is laughing and commenting but Archer looks at this masterpiece with critical eye - something is missing, something crucial. With sudden and strong pat on Caster's back, he sends him flying with a loud "geh" right on top of that pile.

There, perfect.]

[Ginia doesn't even try to record a message. A hand covers her face, shoulders shaking with laughter.]


[Video 4]
[There's no point trying anymore. Ginia gives the camera an exasperated eye roll. In the background, the men have stacked on each other like a totem pole: Lancer as the base, Archer on his shoulders, and Caster on top shouting directions as the tower of tall trolls lumbers toward Ginia.

Ginia reaches to the side and pulls out a large, brightly colored plastic gun and begins to unload foam darts on them, hitting each one squarely in the face a few times. As they stagger and try to retreat, drawn by the noise and falling darts, the puppy and one of the larger dogs begun to run around their feet, tripping Lancer and toppling all three to the ground.

Shouldering the gun, Ginia turns back to the camera and winks.]


[Text]
If anyone is interested in learning sign language, or knows sign language and would like someone to practice with, I'm willing to teach or provide practice sessions. These can be individual or group-based, whatever people would prefer.

Feel free to comment here or message me at [IC contact] any time.

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