[Video/Action for Figaro Folk]

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[Penelo's spending all her time trying to finish cleaning up that building that Edgar gave her to use for a cafe. It needed lots of cleaning and organizing and she's finally gotten it to the point that testing new recipes can happen. Something about deaths slowed that process down a lot.]

[She's got a few dishes bubbling away on the stoves, so she turns on the phone so she can show Edgar what she's got in the works. Which gets interrupted immediately by a black chocobo head nudging in between the dancer and the phone. He drops something into Penelo's empty hand.]

You little thief! Where did you get this?! I swear, you're as bad as Vaan! Who does this even belong to?

[Before she can strangle the bird brain for more thievery, he's identified the next object of his interest. One of her saucepans. An empty one, thankfully. But without another word, the half-grown chocobo is waddling off with its handle in his mouth.]

Get back here with that!

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[Cecil looks at the object in hand. The moogle had said it was 'Dark Matter'. Or well typed that it was called that.]

Upon my arrival I was given an object by the moogle. I cannot say if it has a name, but I come to you all to inquire of its origin and to whom it may belong.

[He turns on the video to show the dark green orb in a hand; he can feel it's power against his palm, almost like an eerie sensation of waves washing over his skin. Then the video turns off and he's back to putting it away because ... that's just too weird for him.]

[ phone call to Mjrn ]

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[ Ring, ring, ring. Your friendly neighbourhood spy/thief is on the line. ]