PARADISA

[Too many people talking about Thanksgiving lately, for real. Brock doesn't like Thanksgiving for Personal Reasons, but he doesn't feel vehement enough about it to bitch at everyone who keeps bringing it up.

It's a conundrum.

So, whatever. He's going to talk about the part of Thanksgiving that doesn't make him feel weird, and everybody is going to shut up AND LIKE IT.]

So, people usually play football around this time of year. Who actually knows how to play and would be up for a pick-up game or something?

It's probably too much to ask for people who know how to play and don't suck, so. I'll take you knowing like, the basic rules. You need to know what a touchdown is, I guess.

[.... oh.] I mean American football, by the way. Not soccer.

[Brock hasn't been particularly nice to the fairies, but he's left them well alone.

Apparently that's enough to be counted as nice, because there are a few that are constantly flitting around his head, playing with his hair.

And it's annoying.

Growling in frustration, he snaps open his journal and dictates to it.]

Is this going to be a regular thing, now? If these guys are ushering in fall or whatever, I don't want to have to deal with this the whole freaking season. No -- knock it off!

Can't we just like ... push them into their little rings until they go the hell home, or what.

[Because fairy rings are totally portals, thanks for the lesson, Maladict! Now Brock's going to pretend like he always knew that.

Then he takes the journal away from his face, and he can be heard yelling at the fairies for screwing with his hair. He might say something about ... ribbons.]

I'm about to get a can of Raid, swear to god.

( Molotov Cocktease )

[ooc. open over the journal or in person! he's just stomping around the castle with fairies orbiting his head :'( sometimes there might be a ribbon or two (or more) in his hair ...]

[Filtered away from First Gens or any jackasses who would tell them about this.]

[This is dictated, in that super deep and manly (and slightly monotone) voice of his.]

So, expedition time again. For those of you who are new to this whole thing, sometimes people go off exploring the rest of the world -- and a lot of those people are our stronger fighters.

Which means we're kind of vulnerable to attack from those guys out in the woods who hate us.

So everybody needs to be extra alert right now. Especially since we don't have any kind of organized defense force anymore. Everyone keep your journals with you, and if you notice anything weird, speak up immediately.

Those of you on the expedition -- try to filter your stuff away from the First Gens so they don't know we're down a couple thirty-whatever people. [How many people went, he doesn't even know.......]

Alright. I'm trying not to freak anybody out either, so don't start shaking and crying. Probably nothing'll happen.

[But the first rule of OSI agents is to be ready for anything, so Brock is of the opinion that if impressive danger stuff can happen, it probably will. No sense scaring people, though, so his usual blasé demeanor is in place.]

But if it'd make anyone feel better, I can give you training in hand-to-hand combat or close-quarters weapons if you want. Probably other people are around who can teach the same thing, too, or guns or whatever.

That's it.