Notes of a Steward

[The feed cuts in and Cube's big blue eyes are all that is seen for a split second before he pulls away, the background coming into view... as well as a scale that is currently resting upon his head. The lighting isn't too bright, but it's clear the room he's in is smaller than most.]

ANEMONE-CHAN!!

HELP!

I KEEP TRYING TO COME OUT OF THE CLOSET AND I CAN'T!!
Something keeps shocking me! I can't see it but I can feel it...

[Cube stops, looking at the door frame, eying it]
What is this...?

[He reaches out to try and touch one of the ofuda and instead recoils in pain almost as if he was shocked, dropping the communicator, now it's facing up from his feet, resting upon something so the angle is a bit off set]
CH CH CH CH CH CH!!!!!
IT HURTS!!

[Holding his hand, Cube looks back towards the door, eyes growing wide and jaw dropping. Next, he can be seen quickly ducking and cowering, the scale upon his head staying tilted at him, as a sudden stream of ofuda rush in like a river, blanketing every surface of the closet walls and shelving in magical strips of paper. Cube looks over at the communicator and quickly snatches it up before it too is covered, the transmission ending as he does.]

((OOC: Obvious Medicine Seller Plot is obvious. Cube will be delayed responding to anyone He's responding now))