“Ayyyyy, Victoria! How’s the furnace treating ya?”

Cannonballs into the water from a portal. “Did I miss the party or did the party miss me?”

Bullseye! And now he’s even more soaked. “Hey! No magic! That’s cheating!” And there’s that classic dumbass grin.

“Then how’s about this!” Incoming actual water balloon!

“I brought some of my own booze! It’s from home! Who wants some Rænian mead—“ <RILEY NO!>

“Heya. Whatcha got there, friend?”

“Kier? Is something the matter?” <I… feel like I’ve been reunited with family I didn’t know I had. That’s all.> “Well that’s weird.” <It is…>

“Hey Kier, where have you been?” <Ummmm…> “And why are you covered in blue string?” <UMMMMM…>

<So… Riley… don’t freak out but… I might be the reincarnation of a cosmic deity.>

If you don’t, I definitely do. <He makes the best wings.>

<Riley! Someone fucked up with the balance of nature. I don’t know who, and I know it definitely wasn’t your fault, but something is definitely wrong!>

<It’s matte. Why does that guy’s skell have a matte finish?> Kier, be nice. And it’s not a skell. Probably. <But why is it matte? No one in NLA in their right mind would use a matte finish.>

“Okay, Kier what about this—” <Riley, no. That’s a terrible idea. Even for you, the odds are stupidly low.> “Dammit.”

“I was planning another jump over NLA. With a heavily modified Formula I think I can pull it off without the need of the flight pack.”

“I have a mech. Well, I have two. One is my usual Masterma the other is that Formula that I was going to modify.”

Maaaaaaaan. It sounded like there was a party going on here. What'd I miss?