[The feed clicks on as a child's socked foot carelessly shifts by it. Said foot is quickly tucked beneath the child it belongs to and the PDA is paid absolutely zero attention. There are far more important things happening here.

Alma's sitting cross-legged on his bed with his new Gameboy (thanks Lavi) clutched in his hands. He's focused on that little screen like only a child can be, face barely five inches away and his tongue sticking out from between his lips. There's no tinny-sounding music to go by since the boy's somehow acquired a simple set of headphones, but if the expression on his face is any clue? Whatever's going on is epic.]

C'mon, Bulbasaur, one more, one more... [Or maybe he's just reached his first gym leader.

He continues mumbling at the screen, tilting the game from side to side as if that will help him win, barely even blinking when his golem flutters over to settle in his shaggy hair. Tension builds in his shoulders as he approaches what must be the climax of... whatever it is he's doing. Thick eyebrows furrow and his mouth widens to form a tentative grin...

And suddenly his entire expression falls flat. He drops the game into his lap and slaps both hands over his face, obviously disgusted.]

Aw, c'mon! Brock, you're such a douchewaffle! Stupid jerk!

[Looks like somebody lost.]

[Alma's spent most of the afternoon outside the apartments. The boy's all bundled up in his winter clothes and that over-sized jacket he seems to like so much, his black golem tucked carefully into his hood. He's pretty pink in the face, but his expression says he's having a great time. There's only one thing missing.]

Everyone, it's snowing! Come outside and play!

[Is it cold? Heck yeah, it is, but it's snowing. What kind of little boy would he be if he let the weather go to waste?]

... Has anybody heard from the general?

[Alma's out by the side of the apartment building this morning, carefully examining the mud provided by yesterday's rain. Anyone who's been around long enough will recognize the spot as the location of last year's kinda-almost-successful garden.]

Is it warm enough to start planting again? [Because Alma thinks it's pretty hot. :|] I think we can do better this year.

[Alma's looking thoughtful when he turns his PDA on. He's got a question for you, Nesreca.]

Can anybody tell me what school's like?

[Alma's standing outside the apartment building, eyes focused on the sky above him. A fine layer of white has settled into his dark hair and, after a moment of confused blinking, he lifts a hand to catch some of the strange flakes falling from the sky, eyebrows furrowing when they smear in his grip rather than melting.]

It's not snow...

Yu! I'm gonna go to the library. [What's this? Bitty venturing out on his own? Or trying to, anyway.] I wanna look for new books and I won't be gone very long... okay? [Can you say no to that face?]

Oh! Miss... um... [oh, crap, he never did get her name] the girl who asked for pencils and paper! I got you some from Credinta when I went, but I forgot to give them to you! I can bring them to you if you want.

[Alma's settled the camera in front of him, propping it up to show a view of a room that couldn't possibly exist in Nesreca. The walls are solid, sturdy, and even decorated, the room behind him tastefully furnished and obviously lived in. Cross is visible in the background, along with a woman that those from their world should find pretty familiar.]

Yu, we made it to Credinta! I'm sorry I didn't tell you before we left, but I wasn't sure where you went. I left a note, though! I put it on the bed. [He beams at the camera, rubbing awkward at the back of his neck. He probably should have made more of an effort to let Kanda know where he was going, but the offer of a trip to Credinta was just too tempting, especially considering how his last one ended. Besides, he's plenty safe with General Cross, right?]

Does anybody need anything? We can try and get stuff while we're here! [Why yes, he did just volunteer Cross to go shopping.]