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WHO: March 7th and you!
WHERE: Libra and Gemini!
WHEN: late June
WHAT: PROPHECY POST
WARNINGS: nothing I can think of in the post itself.

[If there's one thing you can always rely on March 7th for, it's looking absolutely adorable. She waves a quick hello at the camera, then does a little twirl as if to show off how the skirt flares out. Her spade-tipped tail wags, not unlike a dog's.]

I got this outfit on sale today! Isn't it cute? Anyway—since the new format was such a hit last time, we're doing it again this time, which is great because I'm not very good at remembering whose prophecy says what. Anyway!

[March steps back from the camera, showing a board that's been covered with a curtain. Behind her, you can see one Dan Heng frantically wrangling some seals while wearing a seal mask. March does not seem to be bothered by this, save for a quick glance back at him and a shrug. He's fine, it's her time.

She grabs the edges of the curtain and yanks it off, to show a board that's covered in photos of...uh, furries. Lots of furries! Apparently trance-March went to a furry meet-up in town and now the board is covered in pictures of people in fursuits posing for her camera. The stickers on the board are also of furries.]

I think this is some of my best work, actually, and I'm mad I don't remember taking them. I'm not sure why trance-me was so insistent on going to see the furries, really, but they seemed way more flattered than the redcoats from last year.

[Girl the redcoats from last year were doing a Revolutionary War reenactment.]

Anyway, that's my prophecy! What's everyone else's? [A seal bumps against her ankle. She looks down and picks it up, cooing at it.] Dan Heng! Can I keep a seal? I wanna keep a seal!

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[Dan Heng having to deal with Ghost Seal and Bandaged Seal at the same time shockingly isn't on his Bingo card for today. He doesn't even need to look over at March when he says:]

Absolutely not. You have a Legendary Pokemon to care for.

[There's a pause.]

Yanqing needs more friends. [Yanqing the Kubfu, practicing his martial arts nearby, freezes briefly and shakes his head. Nope. Nope, he's good, thanks.]

[Bailey just... sighs quietly.]

Nobody's going to like this one. [They hold up their card for the month--the Wheel of Fortune, reversed.]

Reversed Wheel of Fortune's a bad sign. That's upheaval, unwelcome changes, disruption, a lack of control... And perhaps it's to be expected, but also bad luck. Pretty sure we're in for a bad time next month.

[Guess who's back with a very ominous poem?]

A hunter from the darkest wild
Makes you feel just like a child.

[That sure is a chaotic scene going on behind March, but jun will focus on the board. He speaks with a voice of calm recognition, as if commenting on the weather]

Oh, the fursuit crew is already in town. The anime convention isn't for another couple weeks, I didn't know the pack migrated in this early.

Yeah, they had a meet-up and everything! I only found that out when I snapped out of the trance, though. [She waves a hand at the board.] They were so nice! They had all these compliments for me and they asked me if I could send them the pictures. I feel bad I don't remember...

On the one hand, seems like something out of our control happens every bloody year around here. But on the other hand, that it's bad enough to warrant a prophecy...

[A long and tired sigh.]

We'll see what happens next month, I suppose. In the meantime, I'll start putting up more protection around the ships.

Oh, I can help with that! I should still have the contact info for one of their pack leaders, Zayn Moonfang. Hold on-

[He'll take a moment to go through his phone contacts before he finds it. He then sends the info to March]

There. He goes by Bill if he's not in his fursuit. He works at the same flower shop as my dad. Good guy.

Oh, thank you, Jun! I was going to start digging through Instagram to see if they had accounts, this is really helpful.

[She does pause for a second.]

...with a name like Bill, no wonder he prefers Zayn Moonfang when in his fursuit. It sounds so much cooler.

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[Now that the furry digits have been exchanged, Jun will focus on the more ominous poem with a lot more seriousness- flipping on the private filter immediately so avoid suspicion. ]

So something's going to be hunting someone.
It almost sounds like it's some kind of beast. Maybe it's something that's common childhood fear?

Haha, I know right? Pretty sure he'd wear the fursuit all the time if he could, but alas.

You should definitely come to the convention though! It's a lot of fun.

[Harumasa greatly appreciates Jun for this. He's aware that this is pretty inconvenient for everyone, but... well.]

Possibly.
It's common to be afraid of the dark and all the monsters that might lurk the shadows, right?
But it doesn't have to be an animal, either.
The Most Dangerous Game comes to mind, y'know?

[Considering Haru's past, people can deal with the inconvenience, as far as Jun's concerned.]

So I've been told. [ He has enough self-awareness to recognize he's not the best authority on typical childhood fears. But at least the reference clicks. He may be more into anime and manga, but he does read a lot like his siblings do]

That's the one where humans were hunting other humans, right? But that would mean...

[... Ugh, that gives him a bad feeling. After spending nearly a decade looking over his shoulder for Krusnik, it's natural that's where his mind goes first- even if logically he knows they've been destroyed. But what if...?]

Would it be an overreaction to increase the frequencies of check-ins?

"The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes."

From "The Long Rain", a short story by Ray Bradbury, published as part of an anthology. I suggest making sure you own an umbrella, and perhaps know where to find a boat.

Yeah, that's the one.

[He knows where Jun is coming from with that question. Even if Krusnik is completely gone, that fear and trauma remains as a scar on all of them. So he gives the question some thought like it deserves.]

I think that given we don't know for sure who or what could be hunting people, it's not an overreaction.
We'll want to keep a balance so that we're cautious, but not going overboard.
Yellow alert instead of red alert.
Let's go into the group chat to talk to everyone about it.
I don't mind starting the discussion if you want

See, you got that bitch, I got this.

[August holds up the Devil, reversed]

Y'know, freedom, regaining control, release, all that better shit. What the fuck is happening next month?

[A photo of the flour. It looks like dice.]

If this is trying to tell me to get into tabletop RPGs, the answer is no.

You never know, you might enjoy it.

Please don't let her keep the seal. Neptune already takes up too much bathtub time.

[His Dewott.]

I'm not the roleplaying type.

[ and here's Ghilley in one of the bathrooms in Meropide and

his hair is. not pink. he is distinctly blonder than usual. his chin strap holds the line and remains pink tinged. he's putting on eyeliner and the phone is propped up to film him and mirror him and not be pointed to where there are presumably communal showers. ]

So I emerge victorious for once in my life--my ride-or-die can't be mysterious about a vision when it has no friggin' context for what it's seeing. Or hearing. I have a song stuck in my head and I've been worshipping at the temple of music robots so this isn't just me getting stuck on Sweet Caroline (with Gunshots) for three days again.

[ and it's here that Ghilley just. launches into it. he's got a pretty good range and a lack of shame and the high notes reverberate nicely in the bathroom setting. he mumbles some of the verses because who actually knows those, and besides, daddy needs lip balm.

Eventually he'll pick the camera up when the last of his self harmonizing comes to a close and fades from the stone and metal. ]

Anyway, lions are nocturnal hunters and the kid in the song is right to be worried about becoming meat gogurt. If anyone asks where I am, it's definitely not shoplifting as much Manic Panic as I can feasibly find. Don't die!

Please let me set up scheduled deliveries for your hair dye, you look weird blond.

If you insist. For what it may be worth, I am convinced Wei Wuxian is simply playing himself half the time.

[One sec--]

The weird goth?

'Weird goth' is a little harsh, but I suppose so.

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