17 December 2013 @ 08:51 am
Fair warning. The shop is filled with mistletoe and it's pretty darn demanding.

Which means, if you come in here and get too close, you're likely to get kissed by some member of the staff or other.

Now there are certain people, *cough*Dean*cough*, who I might quite enjoy showing up to take advantage. The garage at home is filled too.
 
 
Stuck in a weird, weird state of blah. Staying home is doing exactly dick for it.


Help? I'll paint a small mural in your honor on my wall. Just get me out of this weird mood.
 
 
23 November 2013 @ 05:14 pm
I don't know if I should be out and about or just stay put. I never have very much luck getting someone I hope for showing up.

Anyway... stop by the magic store - whether you know me or not - I'll have some little giveaways for visitors, so feel free to come on in.

It would be a great belated birthday gift if anyone I know were to show up. Hint, hint, City.



[OOC: Anything goes!]
 
 
18 November 2013 @ 02:45 pm
[The last time Julie's device was on, she was in the Hall of the Missing and then had vanished after seeing her own portrait appear. For her, she's been home for a couple weeks. It's only been one in the City and when the device does start recording, it's in her room at the suite.

Julie's not looking at the camera directly, even if she was the one to turn the thing on. She looks worn out. Defeated. There are bruises and scratches and she looks like she needs the worlds hottest, longest shower. And alcohol.

And when she finally does look at the device, it's her eyes that stand out the most. They're no longer blue. They're a sun gold, brilliant in their own way and very full of exhaustion.]


Good news. My world is finally coming back to life. Guess I didn't miss it. In fact, I think I may be one of the ones to have started the change.

[No details as to how it happened and she won't be divulging anything to anyone any time soon. Maybe R. He has a hand in it, too.]

Anyway. I'm...back. I'm tired. I won't be showing up at work for a few days. At either place, which I apologize for. I just need quiet. Bringing the world back to life is a violent, costly ordeal and... R, I swear to God you better still be here.

[She just shuts the feed off here and can be bothered at home though she won't be saying much.]
 
 
23 October 2013 @ 07:14 pm
[Someone has a handful of balloons floating along behind her. And is pointedly ignoring them. Or attempting to.]

Tried popping them. Doesn't seem to work.


[And the chorus behind her gets a bit louder.]

None of them ever loved you.

No one ever even wanted you.


[And the eerie hiss of another.]

And no one ever will.



Tried putting headphones on, but nothing seems to block them out.


[And more join in.]

Never fit in.

Never will.

Home? Not for you.



[And a particularly nasty hiss.]

You don't belong anywhere. Freak.


Please tell me these will be gone at midnight.


[BECOMES NSFW IN COMMENTS!!]
 
 
[There is a man sitting in the driver's seat of a car. He is checking a handgun and there are signs of other weapons on the passenger seat, where the device is also resting. He addresses the device while constantly looking up to scan for hostiles.]

Okay, I think this thing is on.

For those who don't know me from a hole in the ground, I'm Dean. We've got freaky shit like this back home. I'm not the only one providing a public service announcement, but just to reinforce what a girl named Julie posted earlier...

If you can, stay out of it. Lock and secure doors, windows, block with furniture if you've got it. Where I come from, a headshot will take things like this out, but these things are different. You have to take them apart. They travel in groups and they're strong. Do not confront unless you know what the hell you're doin'', and even then, I wouldn't advise it.

I've got a car and can get to you fast. If you need help, just holler.

Okay, that's it. Let's get these sons of bitches.

[He reaches over and switches his device off.]
 
 
[This is Dean, sitting around being casual, medicated for the pain in his leg from his unfortunate landing in the City. He's just throwing out some random things.]




So. Not looking in any mirrors or other reflective surfaces. Got that message. Good thing I follow the network. It's like the social media of the City, without the hash tags.

Okay, next. I'm just checking, in case I've missed something.

Sam? Are you here, Sammy? Send up a flare if you are.

Okay. Has anyone seen a black Chevy Impala? No, you're not in trouble if you have. Yes, I'll kick your ass if it's damaged. No, I don't care if it wasn't you who did the damage, I'll be too pissed off.

[He sighs.]

Maybe I should've numbered these... In which case, this would be three... no, four...

Four. What was I gonna say? Oh, yeah. Does anyone here make pie? I'd love me some pie.

Uhhhhh... I think that's it. For now.

Need me some coffee...
 
 
06 October 2013 @ 10:58 pm
Anyone else having terrible nightmares?

I mean, I know I get bad nightmares a lot, but these are… something else.


Also, has anyone seen Julie? She seems to have disappeared somewhere, but she's not in the Hall of the Missing. I hope she's okay.


And, um, also, also... Dean, I hope you're doing okay. House offer remains open, even if you're not likely to see me dressed like that anytime soon. Hope I didn't do anything too embarrassing.
 
 
03 October 2013 @ 03:31 pm
[A device comes on line and it appears to be sitting on a table at a cafe, facing the street. It is late afternoon. A few people are milling about, taking care of business, meeting friends, heading home. After a brief pause, a man appears about fifteen feet off the ground, and, thanks to the laws of gravity, promptly plummets to the street, landing hard, face down.

The device, apparently wanting the capture the full reaction of the latest arrival in the City, zooms in on the figure as best it can as it lies there, face down, arms splayed out at the last minute to try and stop his head from hitting the ground. He is dressed casually in blue jeans, work boots, a tee and a worn, leather jacket. His hair is brown and cut short and neat. He looks up, body tense, eyes narrowing at his surroundings, and tries to stand.

Pain shoots through his left leg, but he barely makes a sound and manages to shift to an awkward seated position, shortly followed, with the help of a chair, to an awkward standing position. He's a handsome man, with appealing features and an athletic build, but to say he currently looks confused, concerned and just a little pissed off would be an understatement. He is obviously looking for someone. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than his apparent age might suggest.]

Nonononono... Sam? Sam? Sammy!
 
 
26 September 2013 @ 12:51 pm
[Mercy was in the magic shop straightening up and inventorying the merchandise on the shelves. She set down her clipboard for a moment to push something back where it belonged and while her attention was diverted a slim figure in black slid into view, lifted the clipboard with great subtlety and placed it on a nearby shelf before ninja-ing out again.

Mercy reached behind her for the clipboard and turned around when she couldn't lay hands on it. She looked around and made a face when she saw it.]

Okay. This is starting to get aggravating.

I don't know what's going on with all of this stuff, but leave my clipboard alone! Inventory is annoying enough without interference.



[OOC: Feel free to stop by, ninja at her, commiserate, or whatever.]
 
 
09 September 2013 @ 06:08 pm
When people are talking about curses, they're talking about all that mess that happened Saturday and Sunday. Got it. I do have a question though, does it happen to everyone? Is there any person here that hasn't had a curse happen to them?

One more thing, I guess I need a job. Anybody hiring? My name is Roman Godfrey. I don't do windows. I don't like kids. I shouldn't work weekends. If I ever go back I am going to graduate. All my references are back home too. What a problem this is.
 
 
20 August 2013 @ 10:11 am
I just saw this incredibly handsome man as I was heading to work today. I mean, wow.

And I don't know what it is about him, but he just - I just...

I'm not sure I believe in love at first sight, but something about him struck such a chord...

Well... It's not like they need me at the shop today. If I'm late probably no one would even notice. And I do own the place, so if I want to take the morning off so that I can go do a little searching, that's my business right?

Hmm... wonder if I can pick up his scent. That would make tracking him a lot easier.


[And Mercy's off to track down John Grimm ([personal profile] olduvai). Action/text/audio/video, all are welcome!)
 
 
28 July 2013 @ 04:36 pm
[The Doctor is frantically working around the control panel with his sonic while sparks continue to fly.]

Oh come on! We made a deal. You and me. You can not do this to me now. Not now.

[He looks over at the device and scans it over with his sonic.]

Well then. Hello out there! Nothing really to see here.

[Sparks continue to fly behind him along with some noises. He looks over his shoulder.]

Knock it off.

[He looks back at the device and runs a hand through his hair.]

Right. As I was saying, hello, I’m the Doctor. Just the Doctor by the way. And it seems I’m just passing through as luck would have it. Anyone out there getting this at all?

[His attention switches over to his sonic.]
 
 
06 July 2013 @ 10:51 pm
Another one of those weekends, huh?

I've kind of given up hoping that anyone from home will visit, but anyone who might know me or want to stop by...? I'll be at the magic shop most of the day and then at the beach house.

And if there is anyone from home...? Please come.
 
 
25 June 2013 @ 07:31 pm
Everything has just been really pretty crazy this month. I mean all the uproar and people being arrested and the people trying to overthrow the deities or whatever and then normal citizens attacking other people...

I don't know. It makes me wish I was home so much.

I don't know if I've ever told people about back home. I had my own garage there. Well, mine and the bank's. It wasn't a hugely successful place, but I did good work and I made a living. Plus I could walk to my dojo from there - boy do I miss that place. I'd run in the morning and then work and then go to the dojo, then home to my trailer. I knew it was meant to be mine when I first went to see it and there was a coyote hiding there. Just a sign, you know?

And my cat, at least Medea is here with me. I don't know what I'd do without her. When I first found her I thought some terrible person had cut off her tail, but the vet said she's a Manx and they don't really have tails. I never thought I'd be able to have a cat. Usually they hate me - they can smell the predator and it freaks them out, but Medea loves anyone who might pet her. And her fur - it's so soft, like a rabbit's and...

[Mercy will continue on till someone stops her or she gets far enough away from her device.]
 
 
03 June 2013 @ 04:10 pm
[Private audio for Jasmine Dragon Staff.]

I'm taking some time off. Take care of the store. I'll be back in a week.

[And, God. Does she sound happy.]

[Private for Rapunzel and Ken.]

He's home.

[Does she need to say who this 'he' is? It has to be a given with how cheerful she sounds.]

We'll be gone for a few days.

[Private to Raikov, Nathan and Mercy.]


You're all wonderful. Thank you for everything.
 
 
03 June 2013 @ 09:23 pm
[ There's silence for a while, one of hesitation, like he turned the recording on without having really decided if he wanted to. But, eventually, Merlin sucks in a slow breath. ]

How long have I been gone? I... can't remember what the date was last because--

[ Pause. ]

Does anyone even remember me? It's been... four years since I was here. For me, that is. It's all a little... fuzzy. I'm. Merlin.

Just Merlin.

[ Nothing else. Nothing special. What was really the point with anything? With him? What is he doing here? ]
 
 
25 May 2013 @ 08:44 pm
Okay, I got tired of walking around with cotton stuffed in my ears to avoid whatever the heck is going on here. If you need me I'm working at home in my garage. Audio is turned off for obvious reason.
 
 
05 May 2013 @ 07:36 pm
Mercy can be found sitting on a stool at a local bar. She's got on a short skirt and a tight top that rides up enough to show her midriff - and her tattoo. Pretty uncharacteristic of her, as is the mixed drink she's sipping at. She's flirting with the bartender and casting her eye around for anyone interesting.

So... what's a girl gotta do to get laid around here?



[OOC: Mercy's been hit with the sexuality reversal curse and is now ready and willing to do the deed with anyone she can find.]
 
 
22 April 2013 @ 07:38 pm
This has been a very strange month. The dreams, the murders on the boats and now all the doubles.

Even more strangely, I haven't been cursed this month, which makes me worry about what might be coming. Of course, it means I've had time to finish the VW Bug I was working on if anyone is interested in it - or has a suggestion on what I should attempt next.