30 December 2012 @ 02:55 pm
[ David woke up yesterday with not one but two dogs in the apartment. What's more, this strange new mystery dog started talking to him, saying it was a part of his soul. Luke was off doing something or other, so David couldn't ask him about it, but now that it's Sunday and the dog's still here, David's starting to need reassurance. ]

Hello City. This is Cara. Please tell me you all can see her too and I'm not going crazy.

I keep telling you, David, you're not crazy, and I am real!

[ ooc: David's been daemon-ized this weekend. He'll be out walking Chew (and Cara) so feel free to run into them. ]
20 December 2012 @ 08:22 pm
What's the City's legal drinking age? Because back home it's eighteen, and I've never been to a pub before, but I could do now, if it's eighteen here too.

[ He pauses, thinking. ]

Also, I think I'll be needing to find a job soon. I haven't got many qualifications-- I came here before graduating school-- but I'm good at maths and I learn quickly.
10 November 2012 @ 01:58 am
[ David wakes up in the middle of the night because something is off. His body feels wrong somehow. It's not til long hair falls in his face that he realises what's happened. ]


[ The voice is decidedly female, yet still somehow David. ]

[ooc: replies will come from [personal profile] cursedcricket ]
04 November 2012 @ 06:57 pm
Does anyone know if the pet store is open on Sundays? Or on these visitor weekends? I'm looking to buy a dog, you see.

[ooc: 4th wall time! bring him everyone, even doubles if only because I'd love to see someone else from this canon ]
01 November 2012 @ 10:39 pm
[ The video feed opens on a small, wet cardboard box and a handful of thoroughly soaked and utterly useless matches. From the quality of the audio, it's evident the recording is accidental. ]

Where am I? This isn't Ashbury. And-- Oh, great, how am I meant to call Luke now? Wait, what's this? Some sort of portable?

[ A hand comes into view as it picks up the device, revealing a sandy-blond boy in his late teens. His hair and clothes are a few decades out of date, and he seems confused enough by what he's holding to suggest he's not from around here. ]

Oh, it's a camera. Sort of? Where's the film go? [ In trying to figure out where to put the nonexistent film, David accidentally ends the feed. ]