[ video ]

Visitors' day already? Seems like the last one just happened.

[Ginny pauses, sitting back in her seat and flicking her vivid hair over her shoulders. There's a crease between her brows, but she's careful to keep it from her voice, all lighthearted air and slight smiles.]

Not true, of course, that was months ago. I hadn't had any hopes to get up then and I shouldn't now, but... [She tips her head, surveying the camera.] They do say Gryffindors never learn their lesson.

Don't disappoint me today, City. You've already done a splendid job of it these past two months.



[ooc; FOURTH WALL! HAVE AT HER. Just no doubles, no telling her she's from a book, and no future spoilers beyond the Final Battle (though if it happens, she'll conveniently forget once it's all over). Feel free to threadjack, too! HAVE FUN AND BACKDATE FOREVER! ♥ ]

I've heard there's a bunch of people I ought to know floating around out there this weekend. Shame none of you have run into me yet, though for the moment I'll chalk that up to my being busy being incredibly brilliant and not staying still and having a new daughter to teach the wonders of the world to and all sorts of other reasons. The point is... You know. Hello!

It's like being in Tokyo all over again - only with less medical masks and fewer stilettos stabbing my feet. And strange men against my ass on the subway.

[Tony is waiting in line at the donut place, checking his inbox and scrolling through the Network as he does.]

I hate lines. Lines are for peons- Pepper, Dawn. Get me VIP standing with this donut place, would you? Throw around words like investment and stocks. You're both good at that.

Also-- if you could set me up an appointment with our friendly neighborhood gods. I'd like to take them out on a lovely candlelit date. Preferably within the week, but whatever. I've got egg creams. No rush.



[ooc | COME AT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. Doubles, AUs, whatever! Also, Pepper and Dawn-muns! You don't actually have to set up that appointment haha.]

This is stupid.

[ cue a shot of elliot leaning back in a chair, a book propped open in his hands. ]

Everyone who suddenly showed up today should just go back home. That, or be quiet. There's no need for yelling all the time.

[ ...haha. ]


( ooc: fourth wall, bring me all your trolls people etc etc you know the drill. just...if your character is going to tell him he dies, please do give me a heads up. |Db )

[Derek is still in a bad place with Cam having left so suddenly. But he's ventured out because he knows who he's seen on days like this before. He isn't really expecting anything or anyone, but he goes out anyway.

He's walking through the square close to the fountain where most people seem to congregate, looking over faces, through the crowds, into the eyes of people happy to see people they know, and those here for the day who look as confused as he remembers feeling when he'd first arrived here.]



ooc: yay! 4th wall! No duplicates, but otherwise anything is a go! :)

[ video || open action ]

[ The feed turns on to flames in a patch of flowers, bright red in stark contrast to the healthy colour of the grass and roses about it, but they don't appear to be burning. Perhaps it's not a flame after all, but rather a particular head of hair - familiar to some, certainly - and then he begins to stir.

Up sits one Fred Weasley, bleary eyed and stretching with a yawn. He blinks a bit, taking in his surroundings curiously before noting the recording device and taking it with a vague sense of amusement. One more yawn and a lazy scratch of the back of his head, and then he speaks with a tired smile. ]

Not a bad place to kip, eh?

[ ooc; Fred returns to the City! He's just woken up in Xanadu, and he has no clue that he's been gone. This is completely open to 4th wall shenanigans of all sorts - only just don't tell him they're characters from a book, and anything from the age of the epilogue will be forgotten after the curse. I missed you all, and I love you. ;; ♥ ]

These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.


[ooc: do what you will!]

I remember this kind of thing happening.

Still have yet to have anyone bring a pizza as a universe-warming gift, though. Which is kind of a disappointment.

I'm just saying, it'd be polite.


][ooc; 1,000% backdating friendly forever. Tommy can generally handle most things so hit him with whatever you got 8) ][

[ Ariadne is sitting on the couch, an orange kitten curled up on her lap. Behind her is a man, who seems to be holding a cup of coffee and looking out the window. ]

Well. [ She pauses, rubbing the back of her neck. ] My father's here, but if anyone else would like to say hello or needs anything, I'm still available. He said he'll be going out for a walk in a little bit anyway.

[ As if on cue, the man pulls away from the window and heads for the kitchen. Ariadne watches him go, some of the tension gone when she looks back at the camera. ]

I'm Ariadne. Welcome to the City.

((ooc: Open for fourth walling! Please no telling her she's from a movie. Other than that, go wild~))

[ When the feed clicks on, there's only Ianto in the town center. He looks like he's just been running for his life - which technically, he had only moments ago. His face is bleeding and dingy as he searches his surroundings. While the scenery is currently different, and he's not being shot at, he's not taking a chance. Finally after a minute of fumbling, he speaks. The man's voice has a deep Welsh lit to it, and there is definitely a sense of confusion hidden somewhere in it.]

I - hello?

[ ... quietly, more of an observation to himself: ] This doesn't look like Cardiff anymore.

Right. I'm either very concussed - or this is the work of the Rift. I honestly think in this case I'd prefer the former. But with current luck standing the way it is...

[Sigh. He's still wary and alert, looking around for anything, but nothing is familiar here. No stinking pile of rubble where the Hub had been. Just an unfamiliar city.]

I'm gathering this is a phone of some sort, and someone is out there who can hear this - so I'd appreciate someone telling me where I am.

[ooc: so, Ianto is new and just arriving but hit him up with fourth wall stuff and confuse him even more if you want to. Duplicates. Face twins. Whatever. Just don't tell him he's fictional.]

[Rain's wandering around the City before heading to the Library to check on her plants in the greenhouse. All the people around make her rather more skittish than usual, but she's still got her eye out for anyone she might recognize.]

If there's anyone here who knows me, I'm near the fountain and then I'm going to the Library roof.



[ooc: Find her anywhere or talk to her on the network. Anything goes.]

[He looks a little shy.]

There are many new people out today. I am having a guest for a few days, but after that, if any of you are looking for a roommate I would be willing to share my space with you.

It does help the ticking.

[A fluffy orange and white colored cat presses its face next to Ken's and then inspects the device with a sniff. Ken looks uncertain at first, backs away a bit, but then reaches out to lightly pet his head. He's definitely nothing like Wormmon, who is sorely missed.]

And I adopted this guy while I was young. I'm no longer certain why. But he is to stay with me now, and he helps the ticking lessen, so I hope anyone needing a roommate likes animals and isn't allergic.

...I need a name for him, as well. Anyone have any suggestions?

There's a lot of people out today, aren't there? And I don't recognize most of them. Hello everybody, nice to meet you! If you want a tour or something while you're here, I'm happy to provide!

[Elmer will be wandering around town the rest of the day, having fun being part of the crowd. He'll also be stopping for groceries at some point, so feel free to bump into him there too.]

[Voice Post]

I, er...yes, hello again, everyone, it's so very nice to see you again! My, it's that time of the year again, isn't it? This must be our visit for the winter season, since the last one we had was, er, in the fall. It's, um, been quite some time since then, hasn't it?

...Yes, well, um. Yes. Er...

...Oh, honestly, this is ridiculous, I've never had such trouble with the visitors before--er, mostly, anyway, since there was that one time when--well, but that's beside the point. Um. It's just that there's someone here and I think he's been following me and I can't for the life of me puzzle out why, since every time I turn around he just up and disappears again! Honestly, I've never seen anything like it; normally the people who come to call are so eager to say hello. They don't usually sneak around in the shadows and turn up in nothing but glimpses wherever I go.

But, er, in any case, I am eager to say hello to people, and so please do stop by if you have a moment, since I'd like very much to visit with you if you have the time. And, er, I suppose if the person following me--or even if you aren't following me, but simply happening to turn up wherever I go on coincidence--can see this, too, then please do come out and say hello, yourself? I can't imagine why you wouldn't...

I'll be looking forward to it, very much so!


[OOC: As per usual, she's canonically from just after the end of Perils of Rosella, and with some very disjointed and vague knowledge of Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder. Not that that really means anything to anyone, but. If something comes up that I don't want her to know, I'll just have her forget it, so have a party--anything goes! HIT HER WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. Troll, threadjack, have a ball!

And of course, I am totally okay with backdating. ♥]

Hey. Guys. It's Charlie. [Boy, doesn't she sound stressed.] Would...this is awkward.

This weekend sucks. I had one guy know my name at work and I don't wear a nametag. Nor have I ever seen them in my life. And they were on fire just standing there like it was no big deal. Maybe it was a curse. I don't know. It just bothered me a lot. And then when I left work, someone tried to eat me. Some...asshole vampire that hopefully is just here for the weekend. Whatever. Point is...I don't feel like bringing any of this home and I was wondering if I could stay with anyone for the weekend? Just until this whole shitstorm blows over. Or at least just...have people to be around constantly.


[A sigh, a small, annoyed laugh and then;] haven't felt this unsafe in years.

[Feed clicks out for a moment and then there's another message for Toph.] I'm still coming in for work. Just...I might try to keep things in the back away from everyone neat and all? I'm a bit jumpy and don't want to ...do anything idiotic.

[Video Post]
[The image shakes itself free of all the scattered dust and fragmented digital thought to show a view of the inside of the Barn just outside the City. A little winter sunlight is falling through the windows and the door--a peaceful sort of place, as compared to the City itself today. Indeed, there seems to be a great deal of commotion somewhere...rather nearby. Not too nearby, but the sound of it is rising up and filtering in to this countryside image. That must be the City at large today.

It's not in the least bit an accidental video this time (fortunately, though he still needs to fix that catch). Although it isn't very focused or directed, all the same, since, from the device's familiar place hung from the horn of a saddle, it seems to show the Barn, the horses, and our Man here (no poncho, please nota bene, because he's wearing a longer, warmer, slightly weather-beaten duster for the weather--but the poncho is just packed up for warmer weather) adjusting the saddle and packing up and preparing from which the device hangs--lefthandedly. The horse shivers a little, adjust its footing: the image slides side to side and settles again. He gets happy with a particular buckle and then, taking his cigarillo out of his mouth, addresses the device.]

Seems like it's a little too crowded for me around here.

[There's a little bit of a wry smile in that. This isn't the first time he's done this, packing up and getting a move on in response to crowds. Not that surprising with him really, is it? Clearly he is, as the pointedly anachronistic saying goes, getting the hell out of Dodge--for the time being at least. As much as he can (he can't go far, not in these crowds). He tips his hat--well, pulls on the brim a little--to the device.]

So long.

[He pats the horse's neck with that same left hand and pulls himself up into the saddle and sets the horse to walking. Only then, with the darkness of the barn and the light outside it and all the sounds of City and farm passing around each other, does he reach down to collect the device and snap it shut, ending the feed and dropping it back into darkness and--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: Come. Get. Some. Bring on the cowboys, the references, the AUs, the facetwins, the doubles, the clones, the canonmates-I-will-never-have, aged up, aged down--bring it all. He's going to be wandering around some (with and on the horse) so if you want to see him in passing in life or on the Network, that is all fine. Action threads, Network threads, whatever--as you please!]

Oh, 's this again, is it?

Well, honest, I don't mind. Rory's back, and the Doctor's here - three of them, but also the one I know, finally, so. Yeah, no, I really, really don't mind.


[ ooc; She already knows there's a TV show about her, so... y'know, do your worst. ]

[Neil is sitting near the fountain, drumming his fingers against his knees and warily watching all the passers-by. He remembers the last two times this happened, and he's not sure how he feels about it anymore. If anyone gets close enough, they might here him muttering a mantra under his breath...]

Nobody's gonna try to eat me... Nobody's gonna try to eat me...


[ooc: Anything goes, come and get him! Duplicates, face twins, whatever -- do your worst~]

I must admit that the flow of visitors may be a little overwhelming, but— if there is someone from the Institute here, if only for a day or two, I should like to make my own presence known, rather than spend all day in the library.

I only ask that— [ she pauses, clearly hesitant, before her voice comes again, stronger now and quite firm ] that whoever should wish to talk to me will not be too forward.

[ it doesn't quite express what she wishes to say (please, take care not to offend my 18th century sensibilities) but it comes close enough while still remaining polite ]

[Wilson's going about his business as usual today, because honestly this sort of day just doesn't faze him anymore. Aspects of it can be irritating, disconcerting, or even dangerous, but not nearly any more so than most other curses. So he's stopped at an admittedly crowded cafe near the hospital after leaving, coffee and a sandwich before him while he looks over a patient file. After making a few notes, he puts the file down to make the following audio post to the network - ]

I learned, several of... these back [ - because the populace doesn't really have a concise term for them - ], that there isn't really much point in trying to avoid the masses. Besides, if you do that, you're likely to have missed out on an opportunity to speak to people you would have been happy to see - faces from home, those who have left the City, even those who only visit on these days but do so with enough regularity to have developed personal connections.

So, as a curse, this isn't inherently good or bad. It has the potential to be either - or both, but it's the people who come, the interactions we have, that make it what it is. In a way, that makes it not entirely unlike any other day - there are just a lot more faces than usual.

[And out. He's going to finish his sandwich now, thanks.]



[ooc: COME AND GET HIM. Open to either Network or Action; hit him up at the cafe or after he leaves. I only ask for no doubles of House cast without permission annnnd that is all. He's from late season 3 but can forget whatever he needs to and has already been spoiled on his own future a bit XD]

The more the merrier, isn't that what they say? Although I've no intention on begging for company — it feels akin to placing a small postcard in my doorway announcing that I provide French lessons, or that I have a large chest for sale. [ a beat. ] If I wished to be discreet about it, of course.

( ooc: anywhere, anything. i am not even remotely fussed. )

[It's dark out, but in a pool of light beneath a lamp-post, Haji has found a sturdy box to sit on as he plays. In between songs he stops, looking around as though he expects company and then goes back to playing.

Is he waiting for someone? Or is he hoping someone comes after him instead of someone else?]





[ooc: Open for anything, action or over the network, just don't tell him that he's a fictional character.]

I think I've been here for half a dozen of these, now... and only one or two worth my while. Hn. I've been here far too long.

As always I'd appreciate it if you could point me on my way back home.



( OOC DEETS )

[FAIL FILTER TO ESTELLE --> PUBLIC]

Hey, Estelle...You wouldn't happen to have any books on...massages or anything, would you? I mean, I'm just interested in something to do until this is over.

[/END FAIL FILTER]

[ooc: 4th wall is go! Feel free to action at Rita's house or in the City. (And this might be placeholder-y, just as a heads-up!)]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!!

( the feed starts off with only the sound of ikki's voice echoing through the device and there'a couple strange noises, mostly static, before the video aspect of it finally clicks on.

it captures the sight of him in a ridiculous get-up [minus the fancy magic arm] and for once, he's standing up rather wheeling around in his super beat-up wheelchair.

he points his sword towards the device and the audience, a wild grin across his face. )

Yoo, you guys better listen up! Ears open! Eyes forward!

The great leader of Kogarasumaru has gotten a couple level-ups! Wait. No. That's not right. All of the level-ups!

( he swings the sword in a solid sweep. )

So ya better think twice before you think about challenging us!

[ ooc: fourth wall event post! anyone may tag in, and threadjacking may occur. also feel free to just to outright mock him, okay.

. . . . and as for context, ikki has made a contract with kyuubey, so he's temporary a magical boy. ]