[The following message is being broadcast from the bunkers.]

So hey, I'm down in the bunker now, and you would not BELIEVE what happened to me the other day. I was out in town, when I got jumped! By the martial arts teacher! I managed to beat him before he could, you know, eat me? And, um... Long story short.

[The camera pans to the side. There's a snarling, angry wolfman in a metal cage, clawing angrily at it. There's a water bowl there with a piece of masking tape stuck to it that has the name JON written on it.]

I've kinda got him locked up here so he can't maim anyone else. Anyone got any idea how to deal with this?

Hello everyone... [She shifts a bit in place not really sure of how to start this...]

I know that we're still trying to figure out how to handle the current situation and I promise that everyone is doing whatever they can to resolve this and avoid anyone getting hurt. And we'll continue updating along as the situation adjusts...

For now however, I have finished repairs, reinforcement and rebuilding of the bunkers bellow and I feel they are fit for our protection should any other means fail to stop the moon from coming closer... [Or at least she really hopes.]

If anyone wishes to, they're ready as of now, so feel free to seek shelter there. I'll be running supply errands often to stock up the resources needed but for the most part I'll be available for anything anyone needs. Feel free to bring in supplies for the shelter; basics, medical supplies, food and water and anything you feel would be useful for the bunker should we need to use it for a prolonged time...

[She really hopes they don't need to use it and that a way is found to stop the moon... She remains silent for a few, looking a bit concerned but quickly remembers she didn't turn off the feed. She fumbles with the camera before taking a deep breath and shutting it off.

Feel free to contact her, or catch her on in person!]

[ When Vivian loads the video up, there's a smile that hasn't aged a day. The rest of her, however, is definitely older. Much older. And when she speaks, it's clear time has been kind to her speech development. ]

Hello, friends! Do you remember me?

It's been so long! But I haven't forgotten any of you. Hmmm. I wonder who's still here? [ She hesitates. ] Doctor? ... Taka? Are you still here?

[ It goes without saying that despite the smile on her lips, it's fading fast unless someone answers her. ]

[No one had seen much of Connor these days that didn't involve helping on the forefront. Evacuations were a no go. The animals were gone. The moon was falling. He knew now that there was no way he could return home. He was here.

Options were running thin, and his bird friend was even growing restless. Connor gave him the chance to leave, to find shelter in a way a bird could. But he remained on his side, even perched on his shoulder as he sat to film this.]

I think perhaps we should also consider the underground bunkers as a means for possible shelter. Perhaps we can move supplies down there.

I do not mean to give a worst case scenario, but if there is nothing left, there needs to be a place where we can try.

I am still searching and asking for ways to send the...moon back where it came from, even some of you have brought up some suggestions.

I am willing to hear anything at this rate.

Hey, so did you know that they make powdered alcohol?

They do.

Did you know that it sort of looks like protein powder if you ain't paying attention?

It does.

Did you know that in all the explosions and monsters and everything that I found some and thought it was protein powder and made a shake for myself and drank it down real fast and then after I drank it realize it was booze?

Because that happened.

I just. I just need to tell you all that I believe in you and that we're gonna get through this and me and Slowpoke are gonna be here for you and we love you and I got this really great idea for a giant gun that Slowpoke I love you too you're real great and the. The. Thing. I love the thing. Tanks. I love tanks. And workin' out. And THESE GUNS, YOOOOOO! I love tanks and working out and these guns and Slowpoke. And you.

How do I unwrite this? Unwrite. Unwrite. Unwrite. It doesn't post if I say post

[Normally Gordon's little messages to the school at large are brief. Terse, is a better way to put it. A quick flick of the switch and a message that inkling ink may be non-toxic but that doesn't mean you should paint the lab specimens with it (For example.) and a quick flick of the switch off again.]

[Not so today. The feed comes on and he stares at the camera, raking a hand through his hair and starting to mouth three silent beginnings to three different sentences before he actually finds one with a voice. There's something he wants to say, but no permutation of words will make it easier to hear.]

I've, uh... Students, faculty. No doubt you've noticed that the moon hasn't gone out of full for the past week or so, and in fact looks even bigger now. I've been taking some readings. The shift in the center of gravity of the moon-planet binary and parallax measurements tell me that it's... not just an optical illusion.

The moon has, somehow, left its orbit.

I only mentioned this to the security chief before now, because I wanted to be absolutely certain of my suspicions and of where the moon was actually headed. I would like to say that it'll just harmlessly slingshot around us and into the sun. I really, really wish I could say that, in fact I spent several nights trying to make the numbers work so I COULD say that... but I can't. There's no other way to plot the trajectory, other than directly at us.

[He picks up some papers, eyeballing them on the camera, making sure he this part straight.] Now... Apparently this has happened before. A world by the name of Termina actually survived the event, but they had four guardian giants that awoke and... [A mistrustful squint at the paper.] physically shoved the moon back into orbit. [He puts the paper down.]

Obviously we're a little light on sleeping giants. As a matter of fact, I have no damn clue how to fix this, or even if we can. The four masks are involved--and there ARE four--but it's anyone's guess as to how they are. What I do know is, if we don't do something, the moon will strike the earth, and every single living creature on this planet down to the last microbe might be eradicated.

If anyone knows anything about this or has ideas, now's the time to step up. You might just save more than just the school. Also... in the event that we CAN'T stop it, I advise everyone to start making plans for quick evacuation back to your homeworlds. If you know someone who doesn't have a homeworld or can't reach it, then consider taking them with you. They may have to start all over but trust me, if that moon hits, then any place will be better than here.

[Private, to Skull Kid]

Kid... I know you were there. Your student file is hazy on the details, but I know you were there in Termina when this happened the last time. I didn't mention your name earlier and I don't intend to, because when people are panicked they can do some awful things when names are dropped. But, we still need to know everything you know if we're going to keep this planet in one piece.

So what exactly happened there?

[Gordon looks tired. Those of you college kids who have taken a final or two, know exactly the kind of tired you're looking at with him. He's drooped over a stack of books at a desk, and plucks off his glasses to rub his eyes before shoving them back on his face, before he even speaks.]

So, I've been trying to research possible geologic causes for the earthquakes and sea levels rising. Tectonic motion isn't the culprit. Climate change wouldn't act THIS fast, no matter how many fire flower farms there are out in the countryside. Now that I come to realize, whole islands made of rock float persistently in the air in this world. I'm get the feeling I'm barking up the wrong tree altogether.

So... has anyone in this school seen something like this in their own world? Did they ever figure out the cause, and what happened afterwards? If we can find a pattern, we might get a better idea of what to do--or even IF we can do anything--about it.

[He yawns, and adds in a quick grumble borne of hasty, sleep-deprived compromise:]

I'm willing to listen to anything at this point, no matter how un-scientific it sounds. Clarke's law holds here, and magic and science are all subject to the laws of nature... You never know when something outlandish might actually turn out to be RIGHT.

Hello! There are some new faces coming in, and I've already greeted some of you but.. I'm Bulba! I'm the girls' RA, so if any of you are having issues settling in to your rooms or just need a helping hand getting situated, I'd be more than happy to help you out.

[See look how happy he is, grinning at the camera at you.]

If you can't find me around the RA quarters or the kitchens, you'll have a good chance at the greenhouse.

[Which brings us to point two, which Bulba is a little less smiley about.]

Speaking of which... I know feeding the piranha plants snacks can be fun, but could whomever is doing that please stop? They haven't been feeling their best as it is, and random diets aren't helping. Thanks!

Other than that... uh... Watch your step if you head near the woods. Something's kind of... off there too, and there are some weird moths buzzing around. Some of them have been making it up towards the greenhouse, so please mind the doors when you go in and out, I don't want them nibbling on our plants. Just keep an eye out!

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( [And A Private video to one Vinnie von Venusaur.] )

Hello everyone! Cynthia here.

I'm not expecting any of you people to know who I am, since I just arrived a few days ago. I also just finished signing a mountain of paperwork that now signifies that I'm going to be everyone's new guidance counselor, and pokemon history teacher to the junior.

...basically, this is the first time I saw sunlight since given that accursed stack of paperwork. Hopefully no carpal tunnels any time soon.

Anyway, please feel free to come up to me with your problems. Be it school stress, or anything under the sun. My door is always open, and I am very good at keeping secrets. Also, though I have yet to see a rule against it, I am allowing students who are interested in pokemon history and mythology to sit in my class if they want to.

Uhmm...yeah. I look forward to meeting you all.

[Though, to anyone walking along the courtyard. She was seated by the fountain with a notebook and pen in hand. Cynthia may look busy. But feel free to bother her. She's just making her lesson plan anyway.]

And here I had hoped things would be reasonably calm this summer... I do still intend to go ahead with my plans for the holiday, but I offer my services to anyone investigating the strange occurrences. 

And I hope everyone had a wonderful time at the prom...

[Private to Sonic]

I know we had plans to visit Soleanna, but if you want to stay behind to investigate, I understand completely and will stay by your side. There's still plenty we can do together here.

S-speaking of which... Do you still have the fire shield?

[Hello! There's a new face on the network and she seems both excited and timid and is tapping away at keys before looking up at the camera then down again and finally up one more time.]

H-hello there, I'm sure you all figure, but I'm new here a your Academy and am happy to say I'm excited to both learn alongside you as a student, and hopefully teach you some things as a teacher as well! I'll be teaching a branch of engineering while attending school and learning about this world!

I--

[She pauses for a second before her face reddens and she offers an awkward bow of her head.] Guess I got ahead of myself, f-forgot to introduce myself.

I'm Ronnae, Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos. I come from Azeroth and I hope you'll have me here and that i can prove to be an asset as well.

So, I, well thank you!