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Ashford Academy, 10:00 a.m. Fireworks were being set off in the sky around the campus, and Milly's voice rang out from the intercom.

Milly: Ladies and gentleman, thanks for your patience! The Ashford Academy school festival, the most open event in Tokyo, is about to start! (looks at Nunnally) It will begin at the sound of this voice!
Nunnally: Are you sure it's alright to do this, Milly?
Milly: (quietly) Oh, yeah.
Nunnally: Alright.

Nunnally took a deep breath and meowed into the microphone, her adorable voice echoing across the campus and the students praising such a sound.

Meanwhile, C.C. woke up, not expecting the sudden noise, outside.

C.C.: Wow. The school's noisy, today.
Alistair: School festival.

C.C. looked to the wall and saw Alistair, leaning on it and looking out the window.

C.C.: Damn, you're sneaky. I didn't even notice you.
Alistair: Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
C.C.: Fair enough. So, this festival...
Alistair: Milly's idea. At least the female uniform's been updated.
C.C.: With what?
Alistair: Modesty shorts.
C.C.: Wait, your idea is in effect?!
Alistair: Shorts underneath a skirt. The bane of perverts, everywhere. Not even Milly's safe from that.
C.C.: You and Milly have been like oil and water, ever since you two met. All because she got off on the wrong foot with you, making her look like a pervert to her own gender and angering you with revealing outfits.
Alistair: Don't bring it up, now.
C.C.: I, uh, heard from Lelouch that you and her got into some kind of heated argument. I forgot what it was about, though. Weird. This random thought just popped into my head. Does Milly wear a push-up bra?
Alistair: I don't think she even wears a bra. She doesn't even make an effort to bind her chest, which is just as angering.

Alistair's phone rang and Alistair answered it.

Alistair: Hello?
Shirley: (over phone) Alistair! Where are you? You're supposed to be at your table!
Alistair: My table? What?
Shirley: People are waiting in line, for your autograph! Hurry up!
Alistair: Shirley-! Dammit, she hung up. Damn you, Milly!

Alistair ran out of the clubhouse and entered the main building, where a long line was waiting in front of a table, with pictures of Alistair and his friends in America hanging on the wall.

Shirley: There you are! (grabs Alistair, makes him sit down) You've got autographs to sign!
Alistair: Hey! I wasn't aware of this!
Shirley: I knew it! Still, you can't keep your fans waiting. See you! (runs off)
Alistair: Shirley!
Male Student: Uh... You can sign this, right?

Alistair looked at the student and saw that he was holding a copy of Alistair's biography.

Alistair: Uh... Sure. (signs book) Is that good?
Male Student: Yes! Thank you! (walks off)
Female Student: I've read your autobiography, but this book is just amazing. I'd love your autograph. (hands Alistair book)
Alistair: Huh? "Tales From The Divide"?
Female Student: Fictional, I know, but it's just too intriguing.
Alistair: I didn't write this.
Female Student: I know. You're still credited as inspiration and the author, though.
Alistair: Weird. (signs book, hands it back to student) Here you go.
Female Student: Thanks.
Alistair: This'll take a while.

10 minutes later, Britannian government building. Euphemia entered Cornelia's room, which was dimly lit, the only light coming from Cornelia's computer screen, and approached Cornelia.

Euphemia: Cornelia! Have you been playing, all night!?
Cornelia: I actually took a nap, five hours ago.
Euphemia: You're supposed to drive me to Ashford, and your meeting with Darlton's sons is in 10 minutes!
Cornelia: Don't worry about time, Euphy. Let me worry about time.

5 minutes later, Cornelia was driving through the streets, over the posted speed limit.

Cornelia: (slams hand on wheel upon cursing) Shit, shit, dammit! We're so freaking late!

Meanwhile, Ohgi and Villetta were taking a walk through Tokyo, currently going through a park.

Villetta: This is actually a really nice dress. Nice pick, with this hat.
Ohgi: Thanks. With the Mavericks making business more fair and available, it was less embarrassing, buying clothes, for you.
Villetta: You're lucky that I was the one buying the underwear, otherwise, people would assume.
Ohgi: Oh, yeah.
Villetta: So, how's the whole "freeing Japan" plan going?
Ohgi: Not good. We don't know how we can even kill off Britannia's influence.
Villetta: If Tokyo's the main base of operations, then taking the government building should be the priority.
Ohgi: Easier said than done. Considering its size, it can't be taken over, from battle.
Villetta: I've got nothing, then. Japan can't be screwed, not now, after all this time.
Ohgi: Yeah.

Ohgi and Villetta stopped in front of Ashford Academy.

Ohgi: Oh, boy.
Villetta: What is it?
Ohgi: I, uh...used to be a teacher.
Villetta: You quit? What for?
Ohgi: My closest friend is...long gone. I guess I'm living out his dream, in his place. Suppose it's my burden to bear.
Villetta: I've been cooped up long enough. Let's go in.
Ohgi: Whoa, whoa! This is a Britannian school-!
Male Student: Come on in, you two! Enjoy the festivities!
Female Student: Beats being bored, doesn't it? Oh, and get yourself a copy of the book that's being sold!
Villetta: Oh, we will! One for each of us!

Meanwhile, at one of the kitchens in the main building, Suzaku was chopping onions, and noticed Kallen, behind him.

Suzaku: Hey.
Kallen: Uh... How are you holding up?
Suzaku: Much better, now. I...found a way to help out. Euphy said that her plan can free Japan, and we can join the Tokyo Mavericks.
Kallen: "Euphy"? You're on the affectionate nickname level, with her?
Suzaku: Amongst...other things.
Kallen: No freaking way. You and her?
Suzaku: She started the relationship, and she can damn well evolve it.
Kallen: Oh, man. People owe me so much money.
Suzaku: Are you gonna say...?
Kallen: ..."Pay up, bitches", yes.
Lelouch: (enters room) Suzaku, the truck's here! Kallen?
Kallen: Hey. So, what's with the truck?
Suzaku: Twelve meter pizza.
Kallen: Holy shit! Pizza's Alistair's favorite food! He's gonna love this!
Lelouch: I'll bet. Uh, Kallen, I kinda need your help with something.
Kallen: Alright. What am I needed for?

2 minutes later, Kallen rose up from her position and faced the students in front of her.

Kallen: What do you think you're doin' here, huh!?
Female Student: (screams)
Male Student: Oh, shit! Oh, shit! (runs off with female student)
Kallen: (chuckles) Oh, that's classic. Yeah, I can handle this horror house deal. It's...pretty much like Japan, back in the day. (crouches down) Man, this gravestone costume is effective. This spot must've been one of Alistair's making. Voice modulator, huh? Connects with the speakers in the room, too. What's with these settings, though? General Chase? Oh, that gruff son of a bitch, that's friends with Alistair. Oh, this'll be fun. Ooh, another couple. (activates voice modulator, in Chase's voice) Move your ass. (thinking) Holy shit! This is great! (out loud) Mooooove your ass. (rises up) Wrong turn, motherblankers!

Kallen recognized Ohgi as he cowered while protecting an unfamiliar woman.

Kallen: Ohgi?
Ohgi: Huh? (looks at Kallen) Kallen? Is that a voice modulator?
Kallen: Yeah... (turns off modulator) God, that was cool.

Meanwhile, outside the main building, Cecile was playing a version of whack-a-mole that included male students, but Cecile was only hitting the one wearing glasses.

Engineer A: Hey, doesn't the one she keeps whacking look like Lloyd?
Engineer B: Stress relief. Most of that guy's antics can drive people up the wall.

At a bench near the stall, Lelouch was getting call after call about the festival.

Lelouch: The pizza will start, later. Keep your cool. (hangs up) Is it too much to ask for no calls? (phone rings) Apparently so. (answers phone) Yeah? The Drama Club? You're gonna want the Film Club, for that one. (hangs up) I bet this is what it looks like to work in Vegas-

Immediately, Lelouch saw a toy hammer flying towards his head, and Alistair's hand caught it.

Alistair: Oh, no you don't.
Cecile: (approaches Alistair and Lelouch) Sorry! The handle broke! Alistair?
Alistair: Cecile? (hands hammer piece to Cecile)
Cecile: Thanks. Uh... Are you alright?
Alistair: Never been better.
Cecile: You're pretty spry, aren't you?
Lelouch: And, wise. Don't forget wise.
Alistair: Comes with surviving a near-death experience. (looks at left arm) Well, make that two.
Lelouch: Aren't you supposed to be signing autographs?
Alistair: (looks at Lelouch) Got finished. Now, the table's being used to sell that book I never wrote. I'm on my way to see Nunnally, now.
Lelouch: Good. She really likes you.
Alistair: I know. (walks off)
Cecile: What book, exactly?

Meanwhile, at the Britannian military train depot, Cornelia ran towards the Gloucesters with blue shoulders and stopped in front of them, panting.

Cornelia: Oh, wow. That was a lot of running.
Guilford: You're late. XCOM?
Cornelia: Yeah. Where's Darlton?
Guilford: Steeling himself. Prepare for some proper bonding.

Darlton exited one of the offices and approached his adopted sons.

Darlton: Hi.
Edgar Darlton: It's good to see you, again, sir!
Bart Darlton: We're here, from Area 18!
Darlton: Don't... Don't talk like that, anymore. You were never supposed to be soldiers, in the first place.
Alfred Darlton: What do you mean?
Darlton: I...haven't been a good father, to you. I made you succumb to the self-righteous bullshit that Britannia made me believe. At the time, I didn't care what your dreams were, and I made you cast them aside. Now I know. Once all of this is over, you can choose how you want to live. It's the best I can do, as your father.
David Darlton: Sir?
Claudio Darlton: This is...certainly new.
Darlton: I'm trying to make it up to all of you. Cornelia desires to free Japan, then the world, from Britannia's influence, reverting Britannia back to England. After that, you can be whatever you want to be. And, stop talking like your some toy soldiers. You're people. Act like it.
Edgar: Sir...?
Darlton: God, your pronunciation is terrible. Repeat after me... "Dad."
Bart: Understood...dad.
Darlton: Good. So, who wants to see a movie?

Back at Ashford Academy, Alistair and Sayoko were escorting Nunnally through the campus.

Nunnally: It's so good that your books are being given out, Alistair.
Alistair: Thanks. I appreciate your adorableness.
Nunnally: One of these days, I'm going to treat you like a teddy bear.
Alistair: Hey. Whoa!

Alistair got in front of Nunnally's wheelchair and stopped a seemingly familiar girl from running into Nunnally.

Euphemia: Sorry.
Alistair: You lost? Did you lose your marching band, or something?
Euphemia: It's the hat, isn't it.
Alistair: Hello, Euphy.
Euphemia: Oh, Alistair! You make that outfit look good!
Alistair: Why thank you. Japanese delinquent style of uniform.
Euphemia: Wait, a Japanese uniform includes a coat-length jacket? Why does Japan have such cool clothes!?
Alistair: Don't know.

Alistair saw C.C., in an Ashford uniform, behind Euphemia.

Alistair: Tell you what, Euphy. I'll let this slide if you have fun with my adorable friend, Nunnally. See ya! (runs off)
Euphemia: Nunnally?
Nunnally: Euphy?

Alistair stopped behind C.C. and tapped her shoulder.

C.C.: Oh. Hey.
Alistair: (grabs C.C.'s arm) Come with me.