[Claire waves a little when the mirror appears. She looks a little different today....namely because instead of blue, her hair is bright pink. But she doesn't seem bothered by this at all.]

Hello, everyone--now that things have settled down again, I'd like to extend an invitation. But first...has anyone seen Miss Canada lately? We agreed to do this together, but I haven't been able to get in touch with her.

Some time ago she made an ice skating rink, and it would be nice to all skate together before it gets warm again, don't you think? I've made some refreshments, too.


[ooc: and the log is now up!]

[Hello, Gardeners. It's not so unusual seeing a new person on the Vine, is it? It's usually the first stop on one's "figure out what even the fuck" tour, after all. What's probably less common is seeing a new person that... doesn't really seem confused. At all.

Rather? This one just seems irritable as hell.

She stares uncompromisingly into the recording node... frond... thing, holds up her greeting scroll, and says only two words... although, has a response so brief ever sounded so exasperated? I wonder.]

I decline.

[a face appears in the mirror, a face that should be familiar to some. To those that it isn't, the young woman's features are distinctly feline, down to the cat ears and wide slit-pupiled green eyes. A small orange creature is perched on her shoulder, its tiny claws gripping the white fabric of her arrival dress.]

Hello? [her voice is a little unsteady with bewilderment.] Is this...I'm here! I'm back...this is just like a dream...

[she reaches up to pet the small animal's fur, and it chitters gently at her.]

It's all right, Zapie. Is everyone still here? Reno? Veigue?

[For a moment, the recording seems completely silent. Maybe someone accidentally activated the Vine before walking away?

But no. Anyone paying close attention might pick up on the sound of panicked breathing.]

W... Wh... Wh... [The owner of the voice is obviously having a hard time, and stutters a few more times before she's able to actually spit anything out.] W-W-Where... am I...? This place... I don't...

[A dream. It has to be a dream. But no... she pinched herself, and it definitely hurt. So it was real? But how did she get here? A million questions were running through her mind - already reeling - and just kept adding to her panic.]

L... Lilly...?

[please answer please answer please answer]

[Here's a face you might not have seen in a while. And she looks a bit roughed up, with her hair askew and scrapes on her face and hands. What's in her hands though is the entire reason she's posting to the network. It looks a little like this, with various others both the same and different peeking in or bouncing around in the background. The clinic looks to be a disaster zone.]

Would anyone please enlighten me as to what in the hell these things are?

[Black Jack squeezes it slightly and it squeaks in response. Something clatters to the floor from far off, in possibly the kitchen or the den. She gives an exasperated sigh.]

They are not quite animals and not quite plants, but they are tearing my house apart and I'd rather that not happen. And they seem to be having too much fun breaking things to leave.

[She scowls at  the fluffy thing she's holding and it simply flaps it's little leaves as if absolutely nothing is wrong. Obviously Black Jack didn't have a Gameboy as a child.]

Any help in returning them to their natural habitat would be greatly appreciated...

[ The feed shows a very optimistic and hopeful Madoka. She clasps her hands together, a warm smile on her face before she speaks ] --Good afternoon, everyone. A-And to everyone who just arrived into the gardens, hello! ... If there's anything that anyone needs help with, please let me know. If it's alright... I'd like to be as much help as I can.

[ A pause, and her expression falls a little, looking just a bit uncertain. Though, she does eventually nod, more to herself then anything else. ] ... And, uhm...! I was thinking... The animal's have been really helpful too, haven't they? S... So... I was thinking that they might want nicknames or something similar since there are so many that we see everyday.

What does everyone think? It could be a little like a late Christmas present. T... Though, it might be a little strange, wouldn't it...? [ she giggles nervously. ]

And, Happy New Years, everyone. I wonder if we'll have another good surprise to celebrate...