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Good evening, dear City. Lestat here.

As I'm sure many of you are aware, the upcoming Sunlight at Midnight Black Tie Gala is fast approaching. It should be a fabulous evening and a perfect opportunity for those of us who enjoy a little get-together to do as the saying suggests and get together. Dates aren't mandatory, I'm sure, but there is one person on the guest list who absolutely cannot attend alone; its very organizer, Ghost.

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[ when the video begins, dorothea is seated at what appears to be a dining room table. behind her is the familiar backdrop of one of the many empty apartments within the city, the stove in view and holding a pot of something simmering... but, hey, should smoke be purple??

nevermind that, though. dorothea's smiling into the camera, chin propped up on the lace of her fingers. ]

No work, no schools. [ no war. ] No other such obligations to keep a society functioning. How have you all not gone crazy yet? [ haha, about that— ] I don't know about the rest of you, but staying idle will just leave me grumpy at best.

[ she pouts for emphasis, letting the camera linger on her doe eyes and full lips for a second longer than necessary, before her expression shifts to one of enthusiasm. she even claps her hands. ]

And so! I propose this: a choir. Yes, of course, you're all free to organize a hobby club of your own choosing, but I'm not nearly as skilled with anything else, and frankly I miss the music.

[ back home, there hadn't been very many reasons to sing, as of late. ]

Well? [ there are those doe eyes again, complete with a flutter of heavy lashes. ] You'll participate, won't you?

[ who, "you"? anyone, really. everyone. ]