"When the going gets tough, the tough don't cry!"

[The video flicks on to show Patty, grinning from ear to ear and holding a colorful box in her hands.]

Ahoy, Luceti! Who's up for playing a board game tonight? I found this beauty in the store today! [She gives the box a loud shake, then flips it over to read from the back.] "The world's number one game has gone global! This world-class Monopoly gameboard has you traveling to cities across the globe." [She breaks off for a moment, turning her attention back to the camera.] I'm not sure which globe they're talking about. They mention Africa and North-America, so that's Earth, right? I'm pretty sure it's Earth... [Her gaze moves back down to the box in her hands.] "You'll cross six continents before you pass Go. Get ready to wheel and deal in the millions of dollars with your own Monopoly credit card and a digital banking device that keeps track of your balance."

Sounds exciting, right? Says here I need two to six players, but you have to be older than eight to play, ya know. Might be too scary for the littlest kids. [She puts the box down on the table and lifts the lid off, then fishes out the board itself. One hand grabs the journal to adjust its angle after she's unfolded the board, so she can show it off.]

This looks pretty complicated. It even comes with tiny little houses! Anyone who wants to help me figure out how to play is welcome! I'll make hot cocoa if you bring your own snacks, ya know.

[It'd been another one of those mornings. One of those mornings where the house felt a little emptier. Patty'd hoped she wouldn't ever have to make one of these announcements, but there's no one left to take the burden off her shoulders, now. There's only her. ... Well, her and Alexei, but she can't exactly ask him to announce this.

When she opens the journal, she tries to make her voice sound as airy as possible. Of course, she doesn't entirely succeed. There's a kind of stuffiness to her tone that makes it seem as if she's got a bad cold.]

To everyone who knew her, Estelle's gone back home. There's a small ocean of library books in her room, so I guess I'll have to return those myself, ya know.

So... While I've got this thing open, I might as well ask. Anyone here handy with a pair of scissors and a mop of hair? My locks've been getting longer than a whale's tail, ya know. I could use a good cut.

[It’s late afternoon of the 13th, and life in Vesperia house is returning to normal now that Estelle’s kidnapping side-effect has worn off. Patty has snuck into Yuri’s room with only the most innocent of intentions. That is, one of Yuri’s socks had ‘accidentally’ found its way into her laundry and she was only entering the room to bring it back. This certainly has nothing to do with a morbid curiosity of what Yuri’s room looks like after such a long time in Luceti. Nope.

Still, her motives don’t stop her from gazing around the room in amazement when she does enter. Everything looks exactly as she expected it to. It’s distinctly Yuri. With the sock dropped on his bed and her curiosity satisfied, she turns to leave the room again. That’s when she spots it. A picture of a familiar woman, her smile filled with more happiness than Patty’s used to seeing. In her lap is sitting… Well, there’s no question about it. That’s a young Krityan boy.

Overcome by surprise, even a small amount of shock, she opens her journal, puts up a hurried, flimsy filter and shouts into it.]


[Voice | Filtered to Yuri, but hackable to everyone]

YUUURIIII! Why do you have a picture of Judy and a kid?! When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell us? [… Gasp!] Are you the father?!

[Patty isn't a stranger to waking up in peculiar places. In fact, she's awoken in places far stranger than this. The first thing she noticed was the nostalgic, salty smell of the sea. Then, the crash of waves that were rocking her little 'boat' back and forth. It was really quite calming. However, all dreams must come to an end and it wasn't long before she regained consciousness entirely to realize that she was in a bit of a pickle.

She was in a washtub. In the middle of an ocean. Wearing a plain white dress. ... Well, it could always be worse. Not quite noticing the book beside her just yet, she begins to speak.]

Oooh, my head... I know that when it's time to abandon ship and you're out of lifeboats, you should float along in a powder keg, but I've never heard of washtub boats before.

Ah, looks like I'm caught up the creek without a paddle. [Silence, then a little crackle in the microphone.] ...This book will do, ya know!

[What follows is a very loud splash, as Patty dunks the journal into the water to try and paddle her way to shore. This... may take a while.]