[Video] I can see it all, I can hold it in, it's enough to break your heart...

[stubbornlittleshit]

[Insert Arno, looking particularly dishevelled, bottle in hand, hair loose and flopping everywhere, and half dressed in only a loose shirt and trousers, there's a long moment before he's glancing into the camera, scoffing a little, though his eyes are blurred.]

It's invasion of the dread chihuahuas at long last, is it? Well, welcome to our happy little turtle. I guess you've already gone ahead and fetched your own treats, have you? Sounds a little cannibalistic and morbid, that, but you've gotten what you want here, no?

[And then there's a laugh. A stupid, drunk attempt at humor, clearly.]

I think we are supposed to learn by their example, somehow. Maybe that there's no real way to get away from any bloody thing, that no-one has the power to do a damned thing to prevent what's wrong from happening, and we are, ultimately, on our own.

Not very bright a prospect, but a true, and...work in progress, right?

[And then, Arno's slumping down in the chair he'd borrowed, letting himself slide to the floor under the table the console's located on, then staying there until the recording eventually runs out. At least once he's out of the picture, it's easy enough to see a few features showing the public console at the cafe he's chosen to pass out in.]

Radio; Foreigners Only [Forward-dated to the 14th]

[purered]

I have spoken with the Grand Justicar on the matter of removing the bodies. She has agreed to allow it. I will be contacting a mortician forthwith.

I speak now to all the foreigners here; Please do not act rashly. I understand your anger at the Justicar. It is justified. Risking your own lives and those of the people here, however, is not. The situation now is precarious at best.

We are guests in this city the same as the Justicar. I would hope we can show more consideration for Keeliai's denizens than her, however.