[Char is getting his shit all updated. First of all a day-early phone call that will never be mentioned to anyone ever. Second of all, reminding the journal network he exists. He's been flying under the radar a lot lately; barring the Marie incident, not a single fight has been picked, nor a single teacher backsassed. Awful lot of unexplained trips to the forest, but that's not especially out of the ordinary. Anyway! Video! Everyone's (least) favourite chayzard, at his computer, with a little bag. He pulls something out of it. Some kind of... square... nail?]

...Anyone recognize these? Someone left a bunch at the door for me. Figured maybe they were Souji's, but there was a note with my name. I dunno, guess a semi-literate carpenter's got a crush on me or something.

[SHRUG. Away go the nails.]

Anyway, Rhys is headed back to Viridian and Bulba's graduatin'. Another school year's over next month. Change in the air, and all that shit. If you graduates ain't got a plan by now, start panickin'. You're wastin' your life.

Speakin' of that, I spent the whole year doin' fuck-all. Guess I'd better get my own shit sorted out, 'cause I ain't squanderin' another year on pointless bullshit. Pick a major, drop out, or try my hand at teachin'. One of those.

[Private to Sasha:]
Charitard. You checked up on the Charizards lately?

[What, no apology for beating up Marie? Of course not, this is Char.]

[Private to Riwane:]
Hey, uh, your trainer back yet? If not, then... if you ever wanna kill some time, come look me up. We could hang out or somethin'.