If anyone knows, knows of, or is any of the people listed here, I'd like to have a word in private. There are many things that I would like to talk about with all of you--it's been so long, and despite this not exactly being the highlight of my existence, there are a few people here I'd rather not forget.

( The List )

For everyone else: if you recognize anyone listed up there and they just so happen to be a loved one, or at least someone who had some effect on your life--they're safe. For now. After the killing games ended we were all revived by a great, prismatic deer god (who was pretty alright, as deer go), so at least the danger of being killed so that someone else can leave (or executed for being caught trying to do so) is over.

Most of us still died at least once. Some of us had better deaths than others.

It's come to my attention that the winter holidays in this world are bearculiarly similar to Christmas, a holiday made for spending time with either a group of hot studs or your special somebody. Unlike last year, I'm sadly going to skip on the stud meeting - but please save me a slice of cake - as I'm no longer a single bear anymore.

As a lotta you are already aware, but I've been training myself mentally and physically to reach the top of the maturity ladder, and my training is telling me that I gotta prebear the most romantic date imaginable.

[Teddie's standing in one of the Agency rooms, arms behind his back. This entire time he's been wearing a pair of glasses in hopes to make himself look smarter, but seeing as he's Teddie, he only manages to make himself look more ridiculous. Behind him are a few crayon drawings taped to the wall. He smacks one of them with a small tree branch, his temporary pointing stick. It's a little difficult to make out, but anyone with a good eye might catch that it's a drawing of a familiar city.]

Now, my field research concluded that Canterloft is the most romantic destination this world has to offer.

[See, it's not spying if it's for research. But enough about past nonsense, Teddie points to the next drawing, something much more sparkly looking. It...it also looks like it's covered in glitter.]

But with the inclusion of the Sparkling Crystal Place, I'm exbeariencing a sudden case of what we in the science business like to call "a difficult choice." [The scroll pans to the corner of the room, giving a good shot at Teddie's turtle, Peek, next to another piece of paper taped to the wall. It's drawn in such a way that it's meant to look like an itty bitty chalkboard, question marks scribbled all over it. Peek herself is wearing a tiny pair of glasses, clearly representing the science business of Equestria.] I need to know if we're still allowed to go there, or if I have to come up with a new sporting event to make it all pawsible.

[The scroll then turns back to him, one paw nudging his glasses "professionally."]

Any and all opinions on this matter are appreciated, as well as any and all snacks as I am scientifically starving at the moment.

[As if on cue, his stomach proceeds to rumble, causing him to drop character and grab onto it in an overdramatic flair. The feed ends there.]

Just letting everypony know there's an all-ages late-celebration party for Hearthswarming at my place after the big town celebrations are done! And also there's going to lots of cake and sweets and dinner. So anypony can come and spend the holidays with us!

And there'll be music too! Bring instruments!