[Irvine System ??? - Audio]

[ladiesmanirvine.livejournal.com]

[Audio cuts to the sounds of women shrieking and some of them giggling flirtatiously. Also the sounds of a yelling man can be heard in the background]

DAMN IT I PAID FOR THIS SPECIAL SHOW! GET OUT! GETOUTGETOUT! GET! OUT!

[Sounds of footsteps are running away, as the women's voices fade. Footsteps stop and start up again, now the women's voices are getting louder]

Ah...en chante...allow this handsome young man apologize to each of you ladies in his own special wa-

OUUUUUUTTTTTT!!!!

[More running footsteps, as the audio cuts off]
 

The Naldoan Chronicles [voice]

[marquisofthesky.livejournal.com]

[After being jostled about from one realm to another, Ondore is certainly grateful to be returned to Gaia. While the irony of it all certainly didn’t go unnoticed, the Marquis decides to prepare a detailed message for friends and acquaintances alike hailing from his realm of Ivalice.

He does not filter this message from Gaian eyes, nor does he filter his words from the eyes of commoners. In Ondore’s belief, there’s no need to filter the truth from those willing to see it.

Besides, this may prove to be rather education for all.]

How peculiar and how odd such a journey has been since my arrival to Gaia. Whisked away from land and home, many of us found ourselves abandoned within a realm not our own. Exiled by fate and sorcery, many of us began on a madding quest to become accustom the cultures we’ve experienced here.

Some of us chose to mimic the Gaians through observation alone, while others divulged deeper within literature in order to understand them. While both endeavors are noble enough, I do believe many of us have forgotten how little culture plays in human behavior. Their anger is warranted, just like their fear. The phenomenon I have witnessed beyond Gaia’s soil certainly proves this true.

Ivalice is Ivalice no more, but rather a realm mismatched by Garland’s magick. Banora trees now line the abandoned ruins of Ridorana, and Mount Bur-Omisace now thrives beside an active volcano that threatens to melt its icy slopes. Such a phenomenon isn’t limited to merely the changing of the soil, but the changing of the people as well.

Lilites now walk Archadian streets much to the Empire’s displeasure, and Yukes now flock to Bhujerba to exchange knowledge with all those hailing from Dorstonis. Dalmasca has changed very little in comparison of other realms, but now tribes of Shelkies roam the desert landscape alongside with rogue Seeqs and Bangaas in search of treasure. What this treasure could be one can only imagine, but such a unity amongst the newcomers and the patrons of Ivalice is quite humbling.

Such a time has prompted Ivalice to change rapidly through discussion. The temperament there is as heated as ever, but I can proudly state that the threat of war no longer looms over Ivalice’s shadow.

Diplomacy is what guides the land of my birth, and diplomacy is what shall guide Gaia through this time of crisis.


[ooc: Dag here, coming off of hiatus...today! Expect to more posts later today or tomorrow.]

1 - [video/action for Warjilis]

[tosavecocoon.livejournal.com]

[ And suddenly, Warjilis has a visitor! At least the moogle finds her quickly. Vanille can't say she's ever seen a moogle before, but the explanation is easy enough to follow. ]

-this to turn on the video function, kupo, and that to turn it off.

Like this? Oh!

[ The moogle nods. ]

Okay. Thanks!

[ The cute little guy scampers off and Vanille turns her attention to what's around her. ]

Um, hello? My name's Vanille. The cute little guy said I'm in a place called Warjilis. I've never heard of that before. Is it another Cocoon city?

[ She pauses for a minute and then holds up something else. Whatever it is, it looks empty to her. ]

Does anyone know what this is? I've never seen anything like it but I woke up next to it. It's really pretty. I think I'll keep it for now. Maybe it'll be useful.

[ Another pause as she turns the camera back to herself. ]

I guess that's it for now. Oh, has anyone seen someone named Lightning? [ What, it's easier than asking for Fang, because if this really IS Cocoon, then no one will know who Fang is, but some might know Lightning. ]

It's a three-parter! Slightly backdated to before the VI trip

[sonoffigaro.livejournal.com]

[Today, Edgar is a busy man. First, a phone call, to one particular little girl who just happens to have summons at her beck and call. No, he doesn't want to talk to your father, he would rather speak with you directly, Eiko.]

[Second, he will climb to the roof to visit Reis. She's been wasting away again, and Edgar is not going to let her do that without a fight.]

[Third, once the rest is accomplished, he will make a broadcast from his office, an official-enough place that is less imposing than the throne room so as not to drive people away.]

I have something of an announcement to make, on behalf of the kingdom of Figaro.

Over the past few months, more and more children have arrived on Gaia without a protector, and many native Gaian children have seen their family and neighbors disappear before their eyes. I have acquired a large, empty building in the town of South Figaro that we plan to renovate extensively to provide a home for these children, a place where they can be assured of safety and security.

It will be run primarily by Terra Branford, but many children need many caretakers. If you are interested in either helping with the construction or at the facility after it is completed, please let me know in response to this message.

The world is changing around us, but together we can provide help for those in need.