backdated to May 10th [ completely open ; video...? ]

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[ Hello, world! This is Tony DiNozzo (otherwise known as Thomas Anselmo) waving for the camera.

… wait, camera? Yes. Camera. He’s grinning and seems far too pleased with himself for this, one arm reaching outside the frame to hold up the device he has. ]

Hey there. My name is Thomas Anselmo, as some of you probably already know. I hope it’s obvious by now, but we’ve got a new system up and running. Trust me when I say this one is about a thousand times better than the one we had before. Why is that? Well, great question, me. I’ll tell you! This particular network has enough strength to boost itself right across the Overworld and get you right in contact with anyone in the City. Or vice versa, since I’m doing that right now.

Sorry we didn’t have this ready when you guys first woke up. It was in the works; just didn’t want to keep you guys waiting for too long. [ He winks. His distraction is momentarily stolen by something past the camera, and he makes a few faces as if trying to converse without actually saying anything out loud. Thomas eventually rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the device. ] Also, Robert Franklin is back in the saddle. He’s in charge of anything to do over at the Library, so if you have a smart person question, you take it to him.

Got it all? Good.

—oh! One last thing... and this should be up soon, so: all of you in the City should check the southwest metro tomorrow. There’s a surprise waiting for you there. Free tickets and everything, so you can ride as many times as you want. Have fun.

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[ No, she's not going to embarrass herself by attempting video. Just watching it is baffling enough. ]

I hope you know I don't know how to run a business. In fact, I'd guess that very few people here do. Fair warning.

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We haven't asked you to run a business, Ms. Tichý.

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[deshabille]

I'm sorry? We're supposed to resume our lives, yes? Given that none of my superiors are here, and my job is in a business, and businesses need to be run by someone, and I am the only conscious employee, I drew conclusions. Feel free to correct them.

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Since you asked so nicely. Point of the matter is, if you can't run a business, then you do the part you can do. In your case, it's... [ He pauses, and the video cuts out. It's only momentary as it soon blips back in. ] Making coffee, right? You can still do that, can't you?

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I suppose I'll find out.

Well, thank you. This should be an interesting process.

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If you have any serious issues, don't hesitate to report it to me or my assistant, Delilah Heidrich.

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[Gabriel's expression is, to put it lightly, incredulous. He also looks like he's lost a noticeable amount of weight in a very short time.]

Because an extra week is such a long time to leave us hanging, you decided to throw us into the oven instead? That makes good nonsense.

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There's no accounting for unforeseen circumstances, Mr. Wilton.

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Sure there is! It's just that most people call it 'paranoia' and treat it like a disease.

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Paranoia is when they aren't actually out to get you.

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Who can tell until it actually happens?

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Why don't you tell me?

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If you need to have a rhetorical question explained, Mr Officersir, then you're already lost.

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... Hold up. Did you just say 'Officersir'?

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Nope.

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Yeah, I'm pretty sure you did. Your rights to make fun of how I talk are officially revoked.

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You mean I actually had rights? I knew you were hiding the fine print!

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Not my fault you didn't read the whole thing through.

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Where'd you stash it? It was hidden in the microdot of an 'i', wasn't it?

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That's for me to know, and you to go crazy looking for.

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Who, me? I'm the master at hide-and-seek.

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Ah, but the pen is mightier than the sword. And... seeker, in this case.

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Only for people whose weapons happens to be the sword.

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And what would your weapon be, Mr. Wilton?

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Wouldn't you like to know.

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Uh, yeah. That's generally why people ask questions.

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Mmmnope. I don't feel like answering it.

[Tit for tat and all that. Yes, he is petty.]

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Right. We'll just have to work on that, then.

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You didn't answer mine.

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Which one was that?

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Oh look, I've forgotten. Oops.

[Sorry, notTony. He's feeling bitchy.]