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[Delivered to Argus Weatherwax when he arrives at the Cafe for dinner]

A pink box containing a A full Cookie Dough Cheesecake Taped to the top of the box a generic card signed by all the kitchen staff.

[ PUBLIC ]

Does anyone know if 'slang' has changed over the course of four years? I didn't understand it when I was teaching high school but someone mentioned something about 'fam' and 'bae' and I'm pretty sure I sat in the leisure room for an hour trying to figure out what the fuck 'bae' means. What happened to the days of 'radical' and 'tubular, dude'.

[ JULIET ]

I love you. I miss you. I'm thinking about you.
Are you okay? I heard something some time back from Raph.

[ DARCY ]

You want to...eat dinner together? Catch up?

So...spider drones but large enough to mount a recliner chair on top?

[Private to Hector and Argus, after this]
Well, this was unexpected news. Hector, what happened?

I’m in the Hologym with Jag. He was knocked unconscious during a scenario. I’m current assessing for injuries and will take him to medical. I’ve programmed the hologym to have the recording of everything from when he entered till when I found him ready for both of you.

[Private to Juliet/Argus's team, including Argus]
This is long overdue as a talk, but I can see there are, understandably, some concerns about former Junior Handler Eric Hawthorne. I'm not at the liberty to discuss everything involving him, but I can confirm that he was outed as a super and demoted to an agent. Since his arrest, he has been in the holding cells to keep his powers at bay until his new handler is ready to let him out. He is not being allowed visitors, and I would not want any of you near him anyway until I know for sure that his powers are off.

We don't know what memories he has erased or who he has convinced to do what for him. We do know he's tried to kill at least one agent to keep his secret, and would have succeeded if not for that agent's ability to self-heal.

Now onto his replacement. This may seem like an unorthodox move, but the powers that be have decided that promoting a super who has proven loyal is preferable to having one sneak in with too many unknowns.

Your new Junior Handler is former agent Argus Weatherwax.

Additionally, Noah Anderson has offered to train any interested agents in mechanics and weapons proficiency. This is optional, though recommended.

[Private to Raphael]
Will you behave for me if I take you on a special field trip?

[Private to Argus Weatherwax]
You have the distinct privilege of being offered the first Regiment position of a known superhuman handler. If you accept, you will be designated as a Junior Handler, minus some privileges, and will be partnered with me to lead my unit. I will emphasize that accepting this position is a choice, and not a requirement. You were chosen because you were among the first Regiment employees and you have a proven track record with us. However, your every move will be observed and scrutinized.

Do you accept?

Whelp! Gotta love hitting a dead in a project. Still, means fun times for everyone else! Anyone need any help with a project they want made or are struggling with? Need inspiration!

I guess I should stop being so anti-social... For those who don't know me... I'm Syreni.

So....not in Kansas anymore, eh Toto?

Still I guess this beats being poked and prodded day after day by the lab coats, and locked away in a tiny room at night.

Don't suppose I can finally call my folks and let em know that I'm okay?

((With the card there is a bouquet of flowers and a plushie))

[Mistress of Crafting (Evie)]
I had a dream. You were involved. Let's make it happen. BTW, it wasn't one of those dreams. Seriously, you're gonna love it.


[Queen of the Congressional Floor]
I have a present for you! Namely, I found a perfect volunteer for the next time you see our mutual friend. Blonde, long hair in a bun or single ponytail. Skirt suit, preferably black. Glasses. Kitten heels. Intimidating. Female. You'll want to have them stop by to say hi in the next couple weeks.

I also have another present. That will have to wait for another time though. In person preferably.

So... I dropped my iPod Touch and the screen was massacred by the floor. Who do I need to see about repairs/replacement? Argus? Evie? Jester? PLEASE! I cannot live without this thing.

I've accidentally thrown it across the room and nothing. But sliding off my bed from a height of less than a meter and landing softly on a corner? Absolute carnage.