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( OOC- Christmas, better late than never. )

Well, that was a surprisingly upbeat holiday for this place- and if the slow but steady restocking of our liquor cabinet is any indicator, New Years should turn out well to boot.  The question is, do we have our party at the house, or have a block party of sorts at the clock tower so we can all be right there when it strikes midnight?

[A heavy sigh]

And the hits just keep on coming...  Anyone have any idea what the meaning of this marking on my arm might be...?

...Or why I woke up covered in blood, buck-naked, and with my flight helmet sitting in the dirt next to me?

[yet another sigh as the voice entry ends.]

Klan, Alle... everyone else- don't worry about me I'll be... out.  for a while, I think.

((translation, BRB field trip to the hellish labyrinth))

...Ok, so is everyone being followed around by wierd little children now?  These two aren't all that bad... they just have one-track minds.

[heard as if spoken away from the mic]
Yeah, yeah... I know exactly why I'm here.  I don' t mind you sticking around, but you can stop reminding me of what an ass I was.

Right.  This is getting ridiculous.  The river seems to be tainted now... It's running red, and I can only pray the smell of copper was just a holdover from yesterday's rain.  CB people, we need to work out a new water source and a rationing plan.

...What worries me more is ...whatever that thing I encountered by the clocktower was.  Like a ghost or something, cloaked in red.  It was slow, but gunfire didn't even make it flinch... and I have a sinking feeling nothing else would either.  I got away easily enough, but to everyone I care about- try not to go out alone.

[The recording opens up to him softly humming Diamond Crevasse.  He cuts himself off at what would be the line "It's long, long goodbye" and lets out an audible sigh.]

Alle... I really could use the rest of that bottle of rum.

...I [he pauses]  ...I always knew in the back of my mind but...  To actually hear it.  I could ignore it before but...

[Another pause, then his voice returns, strained as if fighting back tears]

I guess it really is easier to just not believe...  but at least I...

[he chokes on his next words]

-Finally told her.

[The recording cuts out, ending with the sound of a key being hit exceptionally hard]

Heh.  Pride and Lust...  Maybe I should find a hat. 

...And figure out where my SMS jacket went off too.

((ooc- any stiff breeze around Michel will cause the fabric of his shirt to flutter strangely- as he now has a nice, clean, empty hole just left of the center of his chest, where his heart at least should be. -think hollow hole.))

I hope everyone enjoyed their night at the party.  Soma, Claire, Sumeragi, Val, and all the other lovely ladies of Purgatorium that attended- I thank you again for honoring me with a dance.  Tieria, I thank you for being my "date" ...even in spite of certain facts went undsiclosed prior to my asking you.  Regardless, I had a great time, and I'm glad you let me drag you out onto the dance floor.  I think we should throw something in a similar vein for Christmas, give everyone another chance to get together, set aside our troubles and enjoy each other's company.

...I'll never forget that smile Neena wore while we danced.  I hope I was able to help her keep moving foreward, even if only the slightest bit.

...I need something to drink.

Claire, Sylar- sorry for worrying you and everyone else for so long- but I'm fine.  just been sleeping it off for most of the day- and it hasn't helped that Alle and Lockon didn't let me get up to get to a terminal until just now.  Thanks for helping take care of me though you.  And Lockon, Tieria, thank you both... for helping with Harvey.

Anyway!  now that the show's over, I've got so much to say to so many people.

First and formost, to all the lovely ladies of Purgatorium, I've got good news, and bad news.  The good news is, Hatter will be hard pressed to terrorize you for a while, at least in person.  I doubt he'll have full use of that leg back for a while.  Bad news though- thanks to the afore-mentioned madman, my lips will be out of comission until the chunk he cut off heals.

Val- How are the costumes coming?  If you're closed to finish with the others, I've got all the materials you should need for mine.  -I could probably use one of those potions of yours- I'll try anything that might get my arm and my lip healed in time for the Halloween party.

Bou- Thanks for helping me out last night.  I owe you a drink or something.

Soma- Yes, I'm fine.  And thank you for risking your neck out there to look for me.

Hatter- I hope you enjoyed cutting me up.  Thought I'd let you play your little game for a while, but next time I'm afraid I'll be all business.

Joker- You're going to die.

[The recording opens to the sound of labored breathing, punctuated by a sharp intake of breath]

What the hell was with those bats last night...  I saw a few flying around while I was on patrol...  and one saw me.

I think Celestial Being and White Fang should look into coordinating our night patrols.  Grimmjow- at the very least, we should send our people out in pairs for a few nights, I think.

[A metallic clatter reaches the microphone, followed by a thud as something is propped heavily against a nearby surface]

...I think I'll call my new bullpup "Lucky"  ...I might not survived without it.

[Transmission end]

((OOC notes:  Members of CBhaus will likely find him asleep/unconscious from blood loss at the kitchen table as they awake to start their day.  His left arm is hastily bound and drenched in blood- and he tried his best to not bleed on things too much- but that terminal, along with the table, might not be the same again.))