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[There is a confused snuffle as a chorus of 'hee-ho's start getting louder and louder over the communicator. Ammy, head tilted back, watches as a troop Pyro and Jack Frosts fly over her head, spreading summer and winter weather at the drop of a hat.

After a few minutes, she straightens. There is a particular set of her jaws that make her look like she's sniffing with disdain, but wolves can't do that, right?

She picks up her basket of fruit back into her mouth, but drops it comically to let out a loud yelp of pain. A particularly mischievous Pyro Jack has set her tail on fire...so she'll just be running up and down the streets of Libra until it goes out.]

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[There's a strange electronic hum over this message, since Latooni is sitting in front of an open refrigerator. On top of the Nadesico, since it's cold around it right this second.]

I think we might be seeing something similar to the Scorpio incident. Instead of psychological alterations, though, the unlucky people are being changed to be extremely sensitive to temperature.

[At that moment, some unidentified brainwashee flies by above her singing Bob Rivers and Twisted Radio's "I Am Santa Claus"]



...well, there might be some psychological alterations, too.

We might need to find groups to get a hold of the affected people before they hurt themselves...I should be good to fight against anyone using Ice skills.