Attention, erstwhile students!

I'd planned on offering a music appreciation course this fall, but I'd had some surprising interest in introducing it as a summer course! What do you think? We'd meet in the gardens, weather permitting, and I'd be introducing you to the joys of stringed instruments. Starting with the mandolin, of course.

/a playful strum and eyebrow waggle for the camera/

So? What do you think?

/Alright, enough sitting around in his room and reveling in happy Tulio. Miguel had to get out and see to some Serious Miguel Business. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to do -- he still had a few issues with the way the whole thing had begun in the first place -- but that had nothing to do with poor Chel. And who else could she talk to about it? It had been a good bit since he'd checked in on how Chel was dealing with this whole "Tulio's forgotten everything relating to you" business, so he figured it was time he checked in on the lady. He slung his mandolin over one shoulder-- hey, the ladies always liked music-- and headed down the halls to her room./

/Of course, he gets distracted along the way-- feel free to pop in and be one of these distractions. Especially if you're a pretty lady. ;3/

/When he eventually got there, he knocked quietly on her door/ Chel? Cheeeeel? I can knock for a really, really long time, you know.

[The video feed is simply Miguel sitting in his room, addressing the comm head-on.]

Ladies, gentlemen, and others! I have great news; my memory has been completely restored!

[He pauses and grins for a moment before adopting a more solemn expression.]

I also have a brief announcement that may prove quite relevant to your interests, provided that your interests include the well-being of one Tulio.

Due to recent... misadventures, he has lost his memory of the Academy.

The first point I must make is this: DON'T. PANIC. Memory loss, while devastating, is not completely debilitating, and in this case, I do not believe it will be permanent.

Until such time as Tulio's memories return, I ask only that you not take it personally if he fails to recognize you. He's not trying to be rude, he simply doesn't know any better at the moment.

In conclusion, chin up, don't worry, everything is going to be just fine.

[Miguel ends the public transmission with a determined nod and his most charming smile.]

---

[Immediately after his little PSA, a private video to Ariel begins.]

Ariel, I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you this earlier, but I want to thank you for suggesting that I write a letter. It worked marvelously. If there's anything I can do to repay the favor, please let me know.

[ People have gone missing...and this event is to be expected. A strangeling approaches the called. Quietly, with out much notice until it gets particularly close, that fear closing in on your spine.

Hiccup and Helga.

An Axe is presented for you both]

Astrid

[For James. Dangling out of one of it's hands is a jade captains knot...]

Elizabeth

[Miguel. You alone are approached, a pair of red die precariously sitting in a strangelings hand.]

Tulio

[And finally. Aqua, Terra, and Xion. You are approached with a single photo. Bearing a picture of two people. Terra and Eraqus.]

Xehanort



[So?


Do you accept?]

[In the dead of night, we grab some provisions... Miguel picks the lock on Tulio's door and creeps in. The communicator is on the nightstand, easy for Miguel to swipe and slip back out of the room, re-locking the door behind himself.. Tulio snores through the whole process.

Back in his own room, Miguel scrolls through the list of names, praying he doesn't accidentally call someone in the process. Seeing his own name at the top of the list marked "Favorite Contacts" makes him cringe. He makes note of the ones below it: Chel, Clopin, Ariel, Esmeralda, Mulan, Quasimodo, Elizabeth, Flynn, Rapunzel, Jasmine, Astrid... Was there anyone Tulio didn't know?

Miguel thinks it's only polite to wait until morning to start making calls. He considers going through the list, one by one, but he figures he'd be better off with a mass message. Besides, he doesn't seem to have "send a message to one person and one person only" down quite yet.

So at precisely nine-o'-clock the next morning, everyone (besides Tulio, who has no communicator) will receive the following video.]

¡Buenos días!

If everyone and anyone who knows Tulio could get in touch with me, that would be grand!

Thank you for your time.

[And with a bow, the feed cuts off.]

[So... that went well.

Miguel's been avoiding Tulio ever since, but keeping his mind off of the situation is proving much harder. He's got thirteen years of memories confirmed as altered or misremembered, if not missing entirely. That, and he's still waiting for the Mouse to respond to his request for a room change. Living with a suitemate who, by all appearances, hates his guts? Not pleasant.

So in hopes of making this unpleasant situation more pleasant, and maybe even making the miserable feeling in his chest go away, he's making a video call. For this, he puts on his brightest smile, though it wavers a bit.]

Chel? If you're not busy, could we talk?

[Miguel intends to send the message to one person, and one person only, but you know how finicky these communicators can be.]

((ooc - anyone who wants to butt in on this business, or just wants an excuse to talk to Miguel, now is the time!))

[Words cannot express how relieved Miguel is to be out of the Mist and back at the Academy. In lieu of words, his relief is expressed through his face, and the wide, exhausted grin that is stretched out upon it. He's walking across the quad, thoroughly enjoying every step he takes on solid ground. If he had the energy, he would surely be skipping. But Miguel's step gets slightly less springy when he notices the abandoned state of the campus. That's not right. He wasn't exactly expecting a welcome-back party, but the Academy had been so full of life before. That was part of why he liked the place so much. He spins on his heel, taking in a 360-degree view of the lawn before he shouts.]

Hey! Where is everybody?

[Strum, strum, strum. Miguel is in his and Tulio's quarters, picking out notes on his mandolin, sitting on the balcony. Thanks to Audrey, he has a new string, and thanks to all that's been going on, he has deep circles under his eyes--but that doesn't mean he doesn't have an infinitely large Miguel Grin™ plastered across his face as always. The notes play softly behind his words.]

As some of the faculty will be leaving us for a bit, I suggest we all take a deep breath and try and have some adventure of our own!

I have taken the liberty of hiding FIVE OBJECTS from around the campus in places THEY DO NOT BELONG. You have until TOMORROW MORNING BY DAWN to find them all, and return them to me! I suggest you form teams--it's not a job that can be done singlehandedly! If you have questions about the rules, go ahead and ask, but be forewarned, it's not an easy task! [Wink!] Oh, and--there's a VERY WONDERFUL PRIZE for the group that finds them all!

Allllllll right! Good luck!

[Thumbs up! The video goes out, and the list scrolls across the screen:

1 TEACUP SET
1 LARGE TRIBAL MASK (TOP HAT INCLUDED)
1 PAIR OF BRIGHT RED LOADED DICE
1 WORN, BLACK, THREE-CORNER HAT
1 TABLET--LOOKING--MACHINE THING]




(OOC: Questions? IM or PM me! If something of yours got stolen, feel free to video in and demand it back, but don't expect it to actually happen until someone finds it!)

¡Buenas tardes! If I may be so bold as to introduce myself, during these, ah, difficult times--I am Miguel, the new music teacher of both high school and college levels, as well as Dramatic Accompaniment!

Do you play a musical instrument, or perhaps sing? If so, do let me know. If there are enough of us, perhaps a band is in order, an excellent way to cheer the populace! I, myself, although I do not like to brag, am the absolute finest mandolin player in all of Spain!

[Dramatic flair of said mandolin! However, as he strums enthusiastically, a string breaks with a LOUD and UNFORTUNATELY HIGH note.]

Er... well. Ah.

--If there are any students of mine watching this, please do introduce yourselves. I'd love to get to know all of your names, and attach them to all of your faces!

[CHARMING SMILE.]