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[ There's a sea-sick view of a FLOODED bathroom floor suds everywhere and the bath rug all twisted up on itself. The shaking of the camera is due to something that MIGHT be laughter or uh....CRYING???? It's hard to tell with the distorted audio and for those in the desert City this Candid Camera Episode is filled with sudden bursts of static and snow. ]

Yusuf what the hell!? Turn th-- Rhada!

[ Some enthusiastic hissing and an ow overlapping. The camera gets pummeled with wet forepaws and there is a face full of Rhada the Cat - Not Quite Bathed but very Upset Anyway. It knocks the device around so we get a clear-ish shot of Yusuf...who really does look like he's crying....uh. Then there's a loud thud and more reowrrrring and hissing and a wall of sound that's really just a literal wall of glass breaking from Someone running into it. The camera's view however during this time has remained an unsteady hand's view of the tile floor, a scurrying feline, and two sets of feet.

Oh but here's Arthur at least in voice: ]

YUSUF!

[ And here's Yusuf's voice again, laughing/Crying/YUSUFing.... ]

Shall I fetch Biscuit or the glass shard band-aids?

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[diastereomer]

[ Setting the device down because likely no one was able to receive that let alone understand it, Yusuf is still chuckling when he says, ] There is a reason for the saying 'madder than a bag of wet cats' you know.

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Well she wasn't going to jump in by herself, and she needed it.

[ Disgruntled? A bit. Arthur felt he and Rhada had a sort of temporary understanding, or well, all right he didn't think that at all. It's more that she was behaving until she wasn't and then...

Well he glances around at the scattered glass with a frown some people might expect is permanently affixed from the severity of it. Then it smooths away, replaced by a grudging resignation of you were right without saying it. Sporting a long red gash from Rhada's Great Escape, they're both fortunate the glass is just caught on their clothing more or less, maybe in their hair...

In fact he brushes at his own experimentally and sure enough a shard catches on the callused tip of his index. ]

I --

[ He stops as Rhada deigns to saunter BACK IN...as if she knows the imminent danger for her has passed and now she's here to crow. If cats crowed. Arthur scowls.

Cats. Fff. ]

[diastereomer]

[ Perhaps this is precisely why Rhada is not only Yusuf's favorite but Eames' as well. Her behind has a satisfied sway to it as she saunters back in, even if it doesn't look quite as rounded and fluffy as it usually does (thank you mister Has No Regard For Just How Long I Spend Cleaning Myself With My Cat Food Smelling Tongue), when not wet from a sinkscapade.

Yusuf knows better than to touch her, so he just shakes his curls out. Glass shards have become... a sadly regular thing in the City the past few days. ]

Who ever gave you the impression that cats need to be bathed?

[ Not entirely okay with Rhada toeing around glass shards, Yusuf steers her out of the way with his foot. They're going to have to clean this up, if the broom hasn't turned to glass as well.... ]

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Not a lot. I know they...wash themselves. [ Wrinkling of his expression here but it passes pretty quickly. ] Just once in a while. [ Pushing at the side of his head, he gets a satisfying crack from his neck as he steps across crunching glass, further nudging Rhada out the door to grab the broom from the nearest hall closet. The handle is glass but the bristles are...not. He's noticed lately things are sort of returning in pieces, some more literally than others, to normal. Normalish. To say nothing of the glass of the shower door which won't be hard to replace though it strikes Arthur that all preexisting glass became abruptly more fragile specimens when the whole City took it on.

Inconvenient.

Among other things.

Shaking the shards caught onto his fingers into the wastebin, he shakes his own head in similar manner that Yusuf had, several more pieces of glass freeing themselves for the trouble, dropping with individual pings to the ceramic flooring. ] Try again when there's less breakables. [ Frowning at the mess then at the gash on his arm, the pricks of red from the nearest portion of the shatter, he rolls his eyes. Annoying, particularly with glass band aids. ]

hurray for awful quality video 8D

[boutant]

[ OH HELLO LOOK WHO IT IS. The feed is grainy, the audio quality terrible, but the person on the other end is definitely Ariadne. She also definitely has throwing knives strapped around her thigh and her clothes are looking worn, but other than that, she looks just fine. ]

What are you doing?

SNOW STATIC INTERFERENCE GO ALSO 1/3

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Ari--

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[ THAT ANNOYING NOT-FEEDBACK BUT DISTORTION OF SIGNAL SOUND X( and the screen on Arthur's side just goes blue while on Ariadne's side it's probably snow again, static hopping all over. ]

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[ - cuts back in and it's dull reception on his side but same on hers too likely, as if everything is on the dimmest setting and occasionally the camera seems to decide to just turn off, though the audio carries through. ]

We were trying - well, I was trying to give Rhada a bath.

Better luck next time, I guess.

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[ Ariadne slaps her network device as soon as the static cuts through, frowning down at it. It's the first thing Arthur will get to see when it turns back on, too, bad quality at all -- Ariadne looking extremely unimpressed.

It continues, though her frown softens into a smile. It's good to see him. Texting is one thing, but actually being able to see and hear him and Yusuf is another thing entirely. ]

Maybe when the bathroom is a little less breakable. [ There's a pause, accompanied by more static until it fades and Ariadne asks ] Whose bathroom is that?

[archivy]

Are you all right? [ There's some static in the video, but very little.

A pause, then: ] Your cat is very pretty.

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[ The static coming through from Arthur is more audio static this time, so it cuts off the beginning of what he says as he peers into the eye of the device. ] 're fine. Thanks, uh...

...oh she's not mine. Sure she heard you though.

[ A pause, he squints - taking in both that she's a child and the distortion. Hm. ]

You in the desert...alone?

[ Granted she seems okay but still... ]

[archivy]

My bodyguard is with me.



[ooc; on a completely unrelated note, Ivy is close enough to omniscient and got permission from Ariadne-mun to know about dreamsharing and their involvement, would you mind that? she wouldn't bring it up publicly, but she may or may not, if the opportunity arises, try to talk to one of them about it.. ]

[signatures]

whatr u 2 fools doing

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Cooking dinner. Obviously.

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i hear fat cat is a delicacy in some regions

[shall_yield_us]

The none, my pianist shouldn't exert himself by carrying things.

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did u propose to him too ?

[shall_yield_us]

Oh... oh, no. I only made to poison his drink. Shall I... remedy that?

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She's not that fat.

[ snort ]

But I guess she agrees.

[ operation bathe Rhada: not cleared, start over? ...not this time. ]

[shall_yield_us]

And I agree and now you agree and the world would agree: you ought to play me something. A short tune. Merry. A tarantella? I might well cry, but make it merry.

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[brobeforehos]

Was won--ing --ere --re at.

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[ JUST THE FACE OF Ariadne's cat, Biscuit, who's really in transition between kittendom and catdom. For a second though, then Arthur tugs Biscuit back and peers into the device's camera. He can see her pretty well but the audio does cut in and out. He turns the device wondering if it'll make a difference. ]

Still here. Cats and all.

...you doing okay?

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[brobeforehos]

[Face frozen like this.]