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[In the mid-morning, Thirteen cracks out his journal. He has a few announcements to make.]

All right. It seems Samurai Goroh's flown off back home again. Shame. He owed me a beer. [He chuckles for a brief moment.] To anyone who knew or was acquainted with him, you have my condolences.

As well, to her colleagues at the clinic, Dr. Litchi Faye-Ling appears to have been taken by the droids in her sleep. Don't think she was hurt, but that said, she won't be attending her shifts.

...Anyway, on to other matters.

[He clears his throat.]

To those of you who don't know me, my name is David Jordan, a major in the Federal Erusian Air Force. You can call me by old callsign, "Yellow 13", if you'd like, though my given name is fine as well. Doesn't really matter to me.

I'm introducing myself because, as some of you may already know, Kurt Wagner recently passed off ownership of the Azzip Pizzeria to me. Now, some of you may be wondering what this means, and if I'll be changing things. Well, yes and no. I do intend on trying a new recipe for making pizza based on how we do things in Erusea, but with that being said, the classic recipe used at Azzip will not change. Just figure I'd throw something new out there as an option to anyone adventurous enough to try it.

So, what I'd like to know from all of you... is what do you all like on your pizzas, anyway? Gotta know what I should stock some of, and with all the different worlds around here, someone's bound to have come up with something creative. If your combination's good enough, we may add it as a menu item sometime.

[...If nothing else, work should get his mind off of Goroh and Kurt vanishing, along with Litchi's kidnapping. Hopefully.]

[Action]

[He felt cold... a cold that was pressed into his skin, and everything was dark. A groan escaped his throat, which struck him as immediately strange. He couldn't immediately remember anything, especially cold, that would've awaited him back in his world... and before it was mostly sensationless... Or so he thought. That he couldn't really recall.

But his eyes slowly crack open, the cold pressing against his cheek. Around him appeared to be a white wall, his blurred vision confusing his other senses. With another groan, he slowly pushed himself up. The white wall proved to be short, and soon he was looking out into a forest, where he could hear birds chirping and squirrels rustling through the branches. A familiar twinge in his back snapped him back to his senses as one of his wings brushed the white wall next to him.

Now suddenly, memories came flooding back to him. Luceti. He was gone, and then.... he was back? And...

He woke up in a goddamn bathtub in the middle of the woods. And little to his knowledge, it was the same one Litchi woke up in before...

...Anyone who happens to be in the woods might hear a grown man suddenly crack up with laughter.]

[Voice]

[Sometime later, Thirteen will have made his way back to the village and immediately went to the shops to get a change of clothes, finding his old attire there, good as new. With that taken care of, he decides to get his journal out... and hope for the best.]

...Luceti, this is Major David Jordan. Some of you might remember me as "Yellow 13." Seems the powers that be decided to bring me back. ...And it's good to be back. Who's still here? And to anyone else who's new, I extend my greetings to you too.

[...He doesn't dare hope that she's still here. He wants that more than anything... but he won't hold out hope with the nature of this place. But still, he's home.]

( Letters for Litchi Faye-Ling, Nu-13, Tsubaki Yayoi, Taokaka, Maes Hughes, and Daisy )

Yellow 13, signing off.

"You will experience a windfall of lunch meat."
"You are no fun. No fun at all."

[Oh, truer words have never been spoken, but oddly, these two horoscopes are currently at odds with each other. Because no matter what David Jordan opens today, a cascade of luncheon meats blast out of it as though it had been kept under high pressure.

It can come from anywhere. A door leading into a shop, a closet, a trunk, a fridge, or even a humble can of soda. Somewhere, somehow, Yellow 13 is going to end up with more lunch meat than he knows what to do with, and much of it might just hit him in the face. He'll be in the various stores and at the bar trying to find something that's not filled with lunch meat. Will he be seen just after an incident, or just before?

Sky's the limit.]

[Voice]

All right, I've been doing some thinking. Dunno when another draft is gonna come up, but one thing that's always been a real problem for us in the draft are individuals who don't know how to fight or are unable to getting pulled into the conflict, or people that do who are outclassed by the members of the Third Party. This is a problem that needs to be fixed, and we obviously can't count on the Malnosso not sending the vulnerable into combat zones.

...So here's what I have. I'm looking to form a squadron of fighter pilots with the aim to give some of these folks something to do, give them a chance to fight back if they want it. You don't have to be a non-combatant to join, either. If you think you might be worth more to your allies up in the air flying a plane, then you're more than welcome to inquire.

Nothing's set in stone yet. Don't know if this is even going to happen, and there's no promises we'll even get the aircraft we'll need. But damned if it isn't worth a try.

...You may be wondering who I am to suggest something like this. My name is David Jordan, Major in the Federal Erusian Air Force, commander of the elite 156th Tactical Fighter Squadron, and Ace of Aces for Erusea during the Usean Continental War. I know what I'm talking about. And I'm one of the best there is in this line of work. For those who are interested, I will say this up front. Expect this squadron to maintain a high level of discipline and you will be expected to be diligent in your training. I will not be an easy instructor, because it is your lives on the line. Hot-shots and loose cannons will be dropped from the unit, no questions asked.

If anyone is interested or has questions, inquire here, or visit me in person at Good Spirits this evening from 18:00 to 21:00.

[Action]

[As stated in his message, Yellow 13 will be sitting in Good Spirits in a fairly visible table during the allotted time. He actually doesn't have alcohol with him, and while his guitar does rest next to him, very rarely will he pick up and play it. Though if it goes too long without someone stopping by, he might very well play a tune.]

[Action]

[Rising early as always, Thirteen makes his way out into the square. Today would normally be his day to go fishing... but he had something else in mind this morning. As he passed by the fountain though, there was a whisper in his mind. Quiet, faint. It was soft, far away... but there. He then approached the fountain, where the voice grew a little louder.

He can be seen standing by the fountain briefly, where he'll talk to whomever approaches him before carrying on and moving to his intended destination.

The Battle Dome. He had read that Molly had made some modifications to it, and he wanted to see them for himself. If vehicles were now part of the simulation then... maybe he could...

Those in the Battle Dome can catch a curious sight on the viewing screens. On it appears Thirteen in his trademark Su-37, fighting in a massive dogfight over what appears to be a chain of islands in a deep blue sea. There look to be dozens of fighters involved in the engagement... some of them clearly allied with Thirteen, and others not so much. Anyone watching will see Thirteen cleaning house in battle. When the simulation ends, he can be seen coming out of the chamber with a smile on his face.]

[Voice]

So. I've been thinking. Is there anyone out there who's interested in learning how to fly a fighter plane sometime?

[He was just going to the store to get a few groceries. It wasn't far. Just around the corner. He would've been there and back in a few minutes, and he left during a lull. But when he got near the store, he found himself in another place entirely.

It looked a lot like Farbanti, the Erusian capital. He could easily tell this from where he arrived; near the district that had been completely sent underwater when the Ulysses asteroid fell. Unfortunately, he couldn't have arrived at a worse time. The sounds overhead were that of ISAF fighters, presumably including Mobius One, yet Thirteen wasn't able to see any of the aircraft above. Strange, but perhaps it was just ambient noise.

No, the more immediate threat came from the advancing ISAF soldiers on the ground... all of whom were hostile. They waste no time opening fire at Thirteen as he ducks around a corner. Armed with only his handgun, Thirteen is stuck in a familiar town. He had to find a way out of here, one that didn't involve him getting shot.

Anyone in the vicinity of the general store could be pulled into this simulation, which might make for some fine culture shock to those not used to a modern setting. It could be that they stumbled into this the same as he did... or it could be someone intentionally looking for danger. Either way, Thirteen could probably use some backup in escaping.]

[It's been a very quiet life for now, and the weather's been very nice for the most part. Thirteen's decided to take back up his hobby of fishing at one of the lakes. It's relaxing, gets him out of the house, and helps cure boredom. For the most part. But regardless, in the morning, he'll be in the general store shoring up the supplies he needs and wants for a day out by the lake.

He won't be out there alone, though.

And before sunset, he should be walking back through the village with his gear... and the catch of the day. Looks like he made out pretty well today, actually, with several fish. Feel free to intercept him at any point during his day.

Or catch him when he gets home.]

[People may have noticed a giant flaming bird of prey flying over the village over the past few days. Well, today, it's taken a landing in the square. And starts drinking from the fountain. Oddly. Nothing seems to be catching on fire, though steam tends to rise from where the phoenix is dipping its beak in the water. The area around the firebird is warm, but not scalding or truly uncomfortable. Obviously, it's looking like it needs to be bothered. Some people probably will recognize him, and they're free to talk to him.

Eventually, he'll take perch on Good Spirits, and watch over the village. And no, he's not burning that place down.]

[Morning, House 48 only]

[Yellow 13 had already found himself affected on and off with the experiment all week. Most of the time when he was hit, he transformed into his SU-37 aircraft and either spent his time grounded near House 48 if the weather was bad, or soaring through Luceti's skies, making a huge racket in doing so. Jets are loud, after all.

But this morning when he woke up... things weren't quite what they seemed when he rolled out of bed... in fact, as soon as he did so he clumsily fell out of his bed face first due to an unexpected shift in weight... forward.

Housemates? You may want to investigate that crash in his room.]

[Afternoon, Open]

[Well, with things at home sorted out at home this morning and after adjusting to new situations, there were things that needed to be done, regardless. So, through various points of the day, Thirteen will be running errands, but he won't be alone. He'll be with Litchi most of the time, but there are a few times where they'll separate for a brief bit.

Feel free to run into them... just about anywhere. At one of the stores, in the village proper, or at one of the restaurants. In your reply, specify which one (or both) you'd like to run into. Some replies will come from

notyellow13 .]

[Earlier in the week, David Jordan awoke to discovering something truly interesting. Sometime when he wasn't aware, he had been gifted with a superpower. Well, a few, in fact. Mostly, it was enhanced durability, resistance to the elements, strength, and most importantly... flight. Though none of these powers would put him on the level of the Man of Steel, being able to fly was something he had been longing for.

So over the course of the day on Friday, he'll be flying around Luceti, showboating and barnstorming with his new powers. He'll be performing some spectacular aerial stunts. One might think he knew a thing or two about flight.

Though Thirteen wasn't cut out to be a superhero... he makes for a decent good Samaritan. He might be stopping to talk to people he knows or to help people who may be in need of it, even if it's just something simple. Or, of course, you can always call up to the crazy man flying around seemingly without a care.]

[Thirteen awoke early in the morning, as usual. He's still got that streak in him, and he got ready as though it was any other day. On his way to the living room, he passed by Goroh's bedroom, his door ajar. Unusual, considering they usually kept it closed to discourage Tao from getting inside. He knew Goroh wasn't around because of his kidnapping, but he figured maybe the racer had returned, so he quietly knocked and opened the door.

( And one pilot returns home... )

[Voice]

To anyone who was acquainted with Samurai Goroh, he's been sent back to his own world. ...That is all.

[Times are not good to be a normal guy in Luceti. This grounded fighter ace has no powers worth speaking of, and the only thing he has to keep him alive is a handgun. He was caught outside when the sky opened up this afternoon, and his passage to Litchi's house has been cut off by swarms of summons, generally far stronger than he is.

He's taken care of a few minor threats with his gun. Blade Bunnies that tried to filet him, a few zombies after his brains, and some weak fire throwing imps out to cause some general mayhem. Fortunately, .45 ACP rounds have proven effective against most of them.

...Well, not this time. As he was about to make an escape, a large, truly terrifying foe dove from the skies to land a good ways in front of him with a deafening roar. He's not in range of its attacks, but its undead eyes clearly focus on him. Thirteen does what any sensible person would do. Turn tail and run like hell. Eventually, it'll corner him near some of the rubble of one of the Community Buildings. He fires off a couple of shots at it, which do little more than tickle the giant monster. This... looks very, very bad.]

[OoC Note: Already got a rescuer lined up, but afterwards, Thirteen's still going to have to find someplace safe. Feel free to tag before or after his encounter with the Draco Zombie. There's plenty of other threats to run from or fight in the meantime...]

[During his morning run, Thirteen encountered a strange sight. From the brush of the woods, he noticed a pair of small eyes staring at him. He paused, and with a little coaxing and offering of food, he managed to lure a strange-looking creature out from the woods, and it began following him back toward the village.

Honestly, he'd never seen anything like it, but it seemed friendly and harmless enough. That said, he was cautious not to provoke it or do anything to unsettle it. Whatever it was, it was pretty unique looking, it seemed to understand him, and it also seemed remarkably intelligent for an animal. Either way, he'll be bringing it back to the village, and when he gets back to the square, he'll make a call on his journal.]

...Someone mentioned that some odd creatures might be showing up. I believe I've located one.

[With that, he allows his journal to take a picture of the little Espeon sitting near him while he sits next to the fountain.]

If anyone knows anything about it, feel free to contact me or meet me at the fountain.

[...And if no one shows, he figure he'll take care of it. Of course, its trainer is here, so that won't be happening. Anyone else is free to see Thirteen and this strange creature before Red responds and picks up his trusted companion, so long as nothing happens to prevent their meeting.]

[With the event over, Thirteen feels much safer about venturing out into the village. ...The last thing he wanted is any memories of the Ulysses incident getting out. He may have told Martel about it, but the visions of what he saw still haunt him.

But regardless of that, Thirteen heads out into the village in the morning to get some groceries and other essentials. But in his curiosity, he browses through the item shop and the bazaar, and eventually stumbles across an interesting find. A plastic model kit of an F-4E Phantom II and modelling supplies. ...Well, why not? Might as well kill some time.

He can be found later inside Good Spirits, painting and assembling the model to have Erusian colors.

Anyone can run into him while he's out in the village, or feel free to talk to him while he's working on the model.]

[The winter's finally coming to a close and the weather's finally growing fairer. This draws the reclusive Yellow 13 out into the village. Winter was never his favorite season. The cold weather caused icing problems on many aircraft and snow frequently grounded his squadron's flights back in Erusea.   Spring's coming was a wonderful thing.

Bored with mostly just reading fiction and studying the few aeronautics textbooks he managed to borrow from the library, Thirteen sought something different. Here he began browsing the shelves in the history section, where a couple of books caught his eye:  Mobius: How a Single Fighter Plane Turned the Tide of the Usean Continental War and Operation Katina: Erusea's Last Stand.

He quickly picked up and checked out these books, and has since moved outside.   He's heading for Good Spirits, where he plans on reading for awhile. Feel free to run into him on the way or bother him while he's there. After awhile, though, he'll pick up his journal and speak into it.

His voice carries with it a certain melancholy and fatigue, however.]

Has anyone arrived here... and learned the future of their world?  Beyond the scope of what they could know?  And has that... been a blessing or a curse?

[Thirteen's mostly been keeping to himself lately, staying indoors where it's warm and enjoying what works of literature he can pick up from the library. Though, he's been checking out other books lately as well, specifically what few books on aeronautics engineering are available and occasionally history books from his homeworld of Strangereal. He's currently reading one of his aeronautics books, but he pauses to look out his window to the snow-coated village.]

Never did like the snow. I'll be glad when the spring comes... maybe then I'll be able to...

[He trails off for a moment there.]

Heh, well. We'll see. For now, just have to enjoy what I have...

[Yellow 13 is taken for this event. Please wait until Grune arrives before posting in voice. If you want to knock on his door, though, feel free.]

[Voice, Filtered to Martel, 25% Unhackable]

Miss Martel, I've been thinking... do you need more volunteers at the Welcome Center? If so, I would like to.

[End Filter]

Miss Finette, Miss Grune. Are you both well? Have you adjusted to living here yet?

...I've been meaning to ask. Are there any musicians here? Anyone interested in talking in person can meet me at Good Spirits this evening.

[Action]

[Sure enough, Thirteen makes good on his word about being at the bar. He's brought his guitar along, and is sitting off in a corner playing quietly.]

[Anyone in the Good Spirits Bar on this snowy evening will see a man silently walk in and take a seat near the fireplace, but not quite right in the open. He's carrying with him an acoustic guitar, which he tunes quietly at first. ...And then, he begins to play this song.

...Come listen to this musician play? Make fun of his playing? Get him a drink? Or simply talk to him?]

[There’s a brief sound of static, and a gust of wind.]

…This is a priority two distress call. I am extra-vehicular and need an extraction immediately. Repeating, this is Yellow 13 sending a priority two distress call. I’m without my gear in the snow. No sign of my plane anywhere. Presence of the enemy is unknown at this time.

[Another gust of wind tears through the recording, followed by a very audible shiver.]

Can anyone read me? …Just where am I?

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