Octavo was still asleep on the sofa in his office when it was all said and done. The stars were back, the threat gone, and all those exhausted performers and warriors were finally home. Or, home as they knew it, at least. Comparatively speaking, Tenna was mostly fine--suspiciously so, after the respawn he walked away from after Falling to all the damage he'd sustained in the last year... the fighting and the exertion only made it all worse.
If anything, he was lucky. Everyone was busy, it wasn't on camera. The only person who was aware had no reason to share what he saw, the CRT thought... And that was all fine.
After all! He still has a job to do.
The Lightners did their part. Now, was his.
For any television on and functioning, a softer segment of his show plays... even his usual fanfare for his logo is only a light piano jingle.
"And so ends another wave of chaos on our little island, right? At least until they throw us all another curveball."
Despite his position on the set desk, even Mister Ant himself wasn't at peak energy. His wounds had closed, sure, but the energy didn't magically return. The opposite--all that extra magic left him!
"Don't worry, folks; nothing new and exciting in the lineup this time. Normally, I want all of you to be engaged and entertained, but even I can read a room. So for the next couple days, we've got a line up of easy-watching, from shows to movies. Tune in and relax, or throw it on in the background--whatever helps you unwind, my
"Hard-working heroes. And hey! If you've got a request, send it in anytime. For now? Kick back and recover--we've got a whole summer ahead. We'll kick off tonight with a marathon of classics, and I'll join back with you tomorrow for some field updates.
"For now? This is your favourite host..."
...
"Ha! Look at that, don't even have the juice to summon another word. Well, you get the idea."
The brief broadcast signs off, and a movie about a girl being whisked away to a faraway land by a tornado begins to play...
