[Once the recording begins, Chili waves. He appears to be sitting at a desk in his dorm room.]

Hey! I completely forgot about introductions on this network thing; this school's a busy place, I'll give it that! If we haven't already met, my name's Chili! I'm the blazing hot Fire-type gym leader of Striaton City, but I'm here because even I could learn a thing or two from a wacky school like this!

Now that that's out of the way, I have a question. [His expression becomes more serious. He motions to the paneled layout of the room, and to those circular doorways and whatnot. He doesn't appear pleased.] Is this get-up permanent? This interior design scheme, I mean! It looked fine before, why did it have to be changed in this way? Now it's just creepy. Who thought this was a good idea, anyway?! [He huffs.]

I just thought this would be the place to ask, since I have no clue who else to go to! I really hope it'll be changed back!

[Skull Kid had been playing with his shiny new portal gun just as the effects of a blue lollipop kicked in. After a few minutes of staring at the portal on the ceiling, he decides the best course of action is to make an announcement to everyone:]

There's a hole in the ceiling.

Dear Liza, dear Liza.

...

[Gasp!] Everybody.

[His voice drops to a whisper.] My hands are huge.

[Then he tilts his head back to stare at the portal on the ceiling some more.]

[HEY GUESS WHO LOOKS TO BE IN A TERRIBLE MOOD. That's no surprise, although she looks like she's in worse condition in usual. Has she even slept in the past week?]

One thing after another. Floods, a week of hell at that atrocious hotel, and now my home has been completely remodeled.

[She seems... anxious about something. Often glancing to the side, rubbing her face, or just shifting in her seat. If someone's particularly observant, they might notice the light from her laptop reflecting off the largest jewel in her necklace in a peculiar way. A scratch?]

...Forgive me if I'm not sociable lately. I don't want to talk unless anybody has some sweets on hand.

You know the ones. They'd make things a little more tolerable. Perhaps.