Alright, I guess it's about time I got to using this thing right.

[A rather calm looking Carolina appears this morning-- on video, for once-- on the gear. But what's also visible is the fact she's pinned to the bed by a three-legged houndour, and on either side of her are two sleeping human lumps. Two sleeping human lumps, and one sleeping growlithe lump on the larger human lump's back. It would seem that Carolina's dogs have imposed a Mandatory Day Off, and the freelancers are finally abiding.

They're comfortable, ok. For the first time in years.]

This is Agent Carolina, reporting in from Goldenrod. The unfortunate snoring in the background is thanks to Agents York and North Dakota.

[Keep that one on record, guys.]

So anyway, I figured this isn't exactly anything like America. But I've been wondering; how much do people around here celebrate thanksgiving?

I need to know if we should be feeding these two tonight or not.

[And she gestures toward Agents North and York with her shoulder.

...Then, she looks awkwardly at the camera, as though she isn't sure how to continue. What do you say at the end of something that isn't a military transmission?

She's gotta be... casual. Chill. Loosen up. Like Church suggested, right? Loosen up. Not 'bow-chicka-bow-wow' up, no, we're not going there again, but yeah. Casual. C-h-i-l-l.]

SSssoo, uh. Thanks in advance... buds. [Success.]

Lookin' forward to it.

[So. Chill.]