[Voile has probably never looked so 'deadpan' when addressing the network, but in all honesty, it hasn't been the easiest time. In spite of raining donuts, which she went out of her way to avoid to the best of her ability.]

I have two things to bring up, which I'd meant to sooner, however wasn't sure when would be the right time.

I would like to host a contest for the end of this year, consisting of winter fashions, much the way the first contest was held. Based on various strengths of the competitors and featuring prizes this time around that will be more appropriate than some of what was offered previously.

For this, I'd like to enlist the assistance of one tall and somewhat muscular person, and one smaller, petite frame for some tailoring and advertisement purposes.

I'm also curious to know if there's anyone who continues to be interested in occasional Host Club gatherings. If so, I'd like to be responsible for those if no one has any objections.

[Chin in the palm of her hand, Voile looks... bored? Tired? Curious? A plethora of things, probably. She's certainly not jumping up and down for joy, so that's probably just the general indication that she's got a lot on her mind.

And she does.]

I read that the twenty-first year is important or to be treated as a 'rite of passage' into adulthood in some cultures and societies. In Hoenn, we didn't really have anything like this, and before coming to this academy, I wasn't 'assigned' an age. Yet it would seem my twenty-first is upon me.

Tomorrow, anyway.

[She pauses.]

I was wondering what I should do with it. For it. If anything. I wouldn't normally celebrate it as age itself seems something irrelevant to me, but if it's important, maybe I should respect the tradition. And I guess I could benefit from something a little more lighthearted considering the circumstance.

Hi, Network. I know I just posted somethin' the other day, but, bear with me here.

Does anyone know This Robot.

[The camera pans and swivels to show the expressionless - and lifeless - face of Zero. There is also some duct tape visible. He has been partially repaired with duct tape. That is a thing that has happened.]



Thing is, he's kinda broken up and has some programming issues which are the fault of someone we all know gettin' into his head and messin' around where they had no business messin' around. And see, this is what happens when Eggman gets put in charge of ANYTHING by the way, people. Folks get hurt.

Checked at Capcom - not a current student, folks were real vague about whether they knew him or not. I mean really, how many red robots are there in the world? Headmaster wouldn't see me so that was a dead end.

I know there are some reploid types who study here. Any of you know this guy? Anyone know how to get rid of bad code without wrecking what's there that's his and his alone? I'd like for him to get his life back and get fixed. He deserves that much.

Anyone wanna help me out, here?

With the death of one of your former teachers, I'll be taking over for the computer programming course, as well as filling in for any IT difficulties that may arise in the absence of any proper technician employed at this place. Considering the level of technology available here, this seems to be a rather disasterous oversight, hm?

My name's Naoya. I don't intend to teach a novice class, nor will I be hand-holding you through the course. So, here's a simple test: I've put a rudimentary filter on this network post with the class schedule underneath. Anyone who'd like to enroll should, at the very least, be able to crack it. Remember, you won't gain anything by relying on others for the answer. Don't disappoint me.

( Hacking level: moderately easy )

One more thing... I'm curious. Rumour has it the this wave of nonhuman sentiment originally started at the school. I've read up on the recent news, but it'd be more useful to get a first hand perspective of events.

[Gordon wasn't sure exactly what to make of the new tensions in the City. On one hand he feels a little vindicated that someone else even considered talking animals unusual here other than him. It meant he hadn't quite gone nuts yet. But on the other hand, this was a pageant of redneck reasoning and good people were already getting hurt over it. But that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment...]

[Video]

Out of curiosity... is there anyone here who, at some point, couldn't return to their own world? Or can't now? [He scrubs at his beard thoughtfully.] By accident or by design, it doesn't matter. And if you can now, how did you manage it?

[He knows he's not exactly being subtle here. But he's at his wit's end. He's having trouble even crunching the numbers to find the coordinates for his world and time, let alone finding a way to build a portal array back there. As much as he hates to admit it... he needs help.]

[Or at the very least, solidarity.]

[Video feed shows a pot of gracidea flowers upon an otherwise empty windowsill. And no green-haired willowy girl in sight, but she can at least heard.]

I think it's a little interesting how something can be gone and consequently missing, and yet sometimes it can still be present. I planted these with Professor Cyrus almost two years ago. These flowers, I mean. And I remember the day that I did vividly, because it was one of those times that we were arguing.

We don't really ever forget the people we crossed paths with, I guess, even when we want to. After all, there are things I want to forget too. But I'm beginning to think that I'm going about it the wrong way. Instead of wanting to escape a past, or to pretend people from the past don't exist, I think I should at least be embracing the time I spent with them while they were here.

[It doesn't take a genius to put together that she means both Sonny and Cyrus when she speaks. Except those who didn't know either.]

It's better to be thankful than it is to be held back. Smash Academy, can you tell me what you're thankful for? It doesn't have to be a person. It can be a thing, an ideal, a belief - whatever you want. I'm simply curious.

[Oh, hey X. You're looking... kinda different? He's actually in his armor, for one, and he seems to have... invested in new contacts? Jeez, X, red's a pretty sinister eye color. Might wanna reconsider that one.

He doesn't appear to be in his room, either. People who know the school reallly well might recognize the truancy office. Or recognize Resetti's holes in the ceiling.]

I guess I'd better introduce myself sooner rather than later. My name is X. I'm what you might call a reploid, if any of you are familiar with the term. If you're not, I suppose it'd be simplest to just call me a robot. I'll be joining this school's truancy staff. I expect, of course, that I won't be all that busy. You're all dedicated students here, I hope?

[Is there an implied "or else" in there? No, of course not. Nice reploids like X would never do something like that.]

There's... something a little unusual that I'd like cleared up, actually. I was familiarizing myself with the school's records, and I was more than a little surprised to note that I'm apparently already here; there's an X listed in the enrollment records. Is this some sort of filing error?

[The video shows a rather small, frail-looking brunette. Goodness, this one looks rather tiny that you'd think it's a middle schooler.]

Um... H-hello, my name is Chihiro Fujisaki, nice to meet you all. I'm still in my first year of high school.

Oh, a-and... um... i-if anyone needs an extra help on computers, you can ask me if you'd like. Ehehehe...

[Before the feed ends, you can see Chihiro smiling rather shyly at the end.]