[To anyone currently tuning in to their regularly scheduled network posts, today they may find a somewhat peculiar broadcast. Between the grating sound of the speaker rubbing against fabric and the screen capturing nothing but a mass of yellow fabric, to the veterans of the bubble it seems like another guppy has just discovered the SFC. There's the sound of a young man's laughter, the screen steadily moving away from the wall of yellow before being turned around; capturing the sights of the nearby plaza as well as rough, caloused palms. The video feed shows the ground, the sky above and then once more returns to display that yellow fabric - which quickly is revealed to be a hooded shirt. An open one at that, judging by the bare and muscular chest beneath it. Soon enough, the owner's face appears in view of the screen, steadily growing closer until it's seemingly zoomed in against one of his hazel eyes.]

Ah... Is someone in there? [The eye blinks, pulling back a bit and revealing his entire face as he offers up a bit of a sheepish smile] I apologize if I have disturbed your home...

I'm afraid I seem to be far from where I should be. [He looks away from the screen, perhaps giving up on communicating with anyone inside the tiny starfish "house". He looks to the distance with a small hum, speaking aloud to himself now-] Poor Tadakatsu... He must be ill with worry...