Jan 06th, 11p; Video

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[It looks like... Vash is sitting on the top of one of the cranes at the edge of one of the Zones. He's been thinking.]

There's a song that's sung inside the heart of every person, a song for peace, a song of love. But fear is the shroud that wraps around people's hearts, and stifles the sound of that song. People forget the peace they hope to obtain, blinded by fear until they're consumed by a madness called hate. Is there a way to pull back the curtain of fear and remind people of the song in their hearts? Only then will everyone sing together in harmony.

[Very dramatic, Vash. It looks like the end of a movie. Then he stands up with a grin, you can see the lights of the city behind him instead of the dim shapes of construction staging.]

But Death City should fear no more! I should have made the announcement sooner, but one Vash The Stampede has joined the Watch so this handsome and generous young man could devote his time and energy to protecting you fine citizens! So you can sleep easy in your beds tonight!

[Vash throws back his head and cackles. And slips. The cackle turns into a shriek, and the communicator falls faster than Vash, whose fall was arrested by a tall stack of large plastic pipes. Which then the cable holding the pile snaps. Vash resumes falling, now joined with a load of 36 inch corrugated conduit. It all makes a fantastic crash when it hits the ground. A moment later Vash crawls out.

Sleep well, Death City.]

005 ♪ January 06, afternoon ♪ Your lungs or these corporations, which one you want ruined?

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[Today finds Envy perusing through a music store- one with guitars along the walls behind her and the occasional one on a stand- all of which she ignores as she makes sure the communicator is aimed at her face.]

You know, considering everything we 'guests' do around here, you'd think some of these stores would be a little more accommodating.

[She stops sharply, hair swinging as her head follows her eyes, and she moves again a moment later before stopping in front of a tiered keyboard, one hand pressed to the keys, striking an idle chord.]

Anyway, not why I'm bothering. My band needs a drummer- [she says it as if Shin and Yosuke shouldn't mind her saying so]- anyone know any?

Jan. 6; video; Late Afternoon

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[Rei and Nepeta are all moved in now, Rei putting the last of the dishes away (not that she uses them much, always eating out as she does).

She wipes her hands off and turns her attention to the communicator] Nepeta and I are all moved in now. You're welcome to stop by and say 'hello' if you want.

[There's a pause and she frowns, looking a little sheepish] It's strange though, everything's great, but the lock got broken within only a couple hours being here... [She will never escape faulty locks and the frustration that comes with that. But it's fine, really, she doesn't expect anyone to try and break into her place anyhow.

Rei's quiet a moment trying to figure out how best to word this next part] The newspapers...The things they're saying. [A pause and she sighs] Shibusen has become my home now. And I'll defend it as best I can. I know things look grim now, and we shouldn't forget the sacrifices that have happened.

But we can't give up hope in ourselves or in Shibusen. We'll pull through and we'll win. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow--but I believe-- I know it will happen.

...I'm available if anyone needs someone to talk to, too. I'm here to help.

[What a depressing way to end this, but she can't think of anything to make this better, so she just goes ahead and turns the feed off]