[ there's a rather bashful six year old boy staring at the camera, biting his lip nervously, as if he's about to recite a poem. ]

Mi... mister Ho - Holmes. Says t'sa...ummmm. To... say.

[ He takes a slip of paper from his pocket, unfolds it slowly, then tries to read out the words - ]

Good... af... after.... noon.

[ - then he smiles brightly. ]

Good afternoon. From Mr. Hol... Holmes.



[ ooc: ...worry not, the NPC was not kept up past his curfew! And in case I forget to mark it: Mycroft will be replying to everything in TEXT. He will also be keeping a list of individuals who reply, unless you have something against it ;; ]

[Charlie has a broom in her hand and she is sweeping the floor of her apartment building, frowning. The device is at an odd angle on the kitchen counter, probably haphazardly put there and she's unaware it's recording.] Jesus, it's everywhere.

[Whatever she's just swept up is swept into a dustpan, Charlie crouching and disappearing from view to do so. When she's up again, she notices the device recording and she shows the dustpan full of sand.] Really? It was in my bed this morning. And my shoes.

[A sigh, a small shake of her head and she looks at the floor again. Something makes her smile and she picks the device up, pointing it at her cats. They're playing with the sand, batting it around and rolling in it, as little as there is.] At least someone in this apartment is having fun with it.

[Feed ends.]

[voice]

[ At first, there are just little domestic sounds -- someone wandering around the kitchen, open the fridge, shut the fridge. And then the Doctor begins to speak to himself. ]

So they've all gone home, our visitors, and left us here behind. Back to their worlds, back to their adventures, and we're left cooling our heels in this forgotten corner of the universe. Playing domestic for a bunch of bored madmen. Great. Always how I imagined life. Usually I'm liberating places like that.

[ A pause. ] And the milk's gone off. Tastes like sand. Oi, hold on, is my device recor--

[ Yes, Doctor, it was. ]

[ He's holding up a sugar dispenser, that's all the video feed consists of, Bucky's hand as he turns it around, watching the yellow grains turn over and over. ] Sand. [ Captain obvious, but he seems to figure there's something off about it. ] That's the third thing today that's had sand in it an' it's early hours yet.

[ And it is, he's in the diner pretty early, probably pleased that he doesn't take anything in his coffee. Hopefully it didn't have sand in it, but it looks so far, so good. Bucky needs that.

Because this is at least distracting, so what the hell. ] Anyone got any ideas?

--like this?

[ Hello, City. Instead of more people discovering sand in things, this accidental broadcast seems to be showing two familiar ladies doing... something outside. Natasha is pressed up against Ariadne's back, one hand on the shorter woman's hip as she slides her back slightly, adjusting the way she's standing. ]

This gives us a better angle.

[ Natasha's other hand is on Ariadne's arm, and now she's shifting that, too. ]

Eyes forward.

[ There's a quiet noise of assent from Ariadne, and then Natasha shifts, tucking some hair behind Ariadne's ear. Lips close in, moving as the redhead says something. It's probably a wonderful sight for some of the City's residents...

...and then something shiny and sharp flies out of Ariadne's hand, embedding itself in one of the targets and making some sand trickle off the top upon impact. ]

I did it!

[ And that, City, is how to use throwing knives. ]

((ooc: regular black is Ariadne, bold is Natasha, and we make no apologies.))

Hogun, Volstagg, Fandral - we appear to have been separated on the journey here. Though it has been millenia since I have last been on Midgard, I have to confess that this landscape does not look at all like I expected it would be. The locals seem...willing to help, at the very least, but deluded into thinking that this small box I am now operating will help my message get to you.

Still, it does not hurt to try.

We should regroup as soon as possible. I will wait two hours, but no more. If you are not here by then, I will go find him on my own. Remember we are on a mission here. No gallivanting around.

[ooc; \o\ \o/ /o/ ]

[ The video feed clicks on, showing a room, a little dusty and not too large, rows of shelves filled with hats of all sorts along all walls. There's a desk in the middle, and it has Amy Pond pacing diagonally through it. ] Okay, yeah, but we gotta. Promote it somehow, right? Can't have a detective agency without clients, right?

Posters! [ There's a crash from somewhere off screen, before something is flung across the room. ] That's how they did it in the old days, massive posters. With slogans. We need a slogan, something cool.

[ The video doesn't pick up on Amy rolling her eyes, but it's obvious in her tone anyways. ] Posters, Doctor? Really? That's so— no. no. This is the 21st century, yeah? Or like it, at least. We should make a post on the network. [ Pausing just a moment. ] But we need a slogan, yeah. And a name.

What's wrong with posters? [ He sounds wounded, wandering into view, with his fingers curled around his braces, straightening himself up. ] I've always loved a good poster. Of -- what do people have posters of, anyways?

Posters are for teenage girls with crushes on movie stars or little girls who like ponies. Or boys who like cars or naked girls, I s'ppose. We're not gonna do a poster. [ All the frowning ]

[ Abandoning that in favour of tripping forward, crossing his arms over his chest and looking unimpressed. ] But I really wanted a poster. [ A sigh. ] Let's get on with this then.

Yeah, all right. [ Grinning now ] So. Hey City. You've heard, yeah? Detective agency, we need cases. We're— Pond and Smith? Smith and Pond? Detectives, anyhow.

And we are going to solve all your mysteries, big or small, weird and wonderful, strange and spooky. Just leave it to us, honestly, it's what we do.

[ — and the feed clicks off ]



[ Red is the eleventh Doctor, green is Amy and Pond and Smith is now open for business. Give them cases! Lost a fez? Searching for your pet pig? Want to know what your neighbour's cat gets up to at night? Or why there's a crack in your wall? Call them! ]

There was sand spilling onto the living room carpet this morning-- I thought, at first, that the bottle of sand on my bookcase must have broken but it wasn't. I guess, since other people are having the same problem it must be a curse. I'm glad-- not that people have sand everywhere, I mean, just that it isn't anything but a curse.

So, as I mentioned over the weekend-- though, unfortunately, I think most of the volunteers we had then haven't stayed-- we're finally ready to begin casting for the next play! It's called Like Clockwork-- Though I am supposed to tell you that's a working title, it might change if we can think of something better.

If you're interested in being involved-- as cast or backstage crew-- please let me know! We'll hold the first set of auditions this week, and once all the roles are filled, we'll start scheduling rehearsals. It doesn't matter if you've had experience before, or if this will be your first play-- everyone's welcome to join us!

Just let me know! And if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them.

[ooc; as always I want to get as many people as possible involved, so please feel free to throw everyone at this! Like Clockwork is a play written by our very own Todd-mun, which means the cast size is very flexible~ we do have at least three female characters and two male characters in need of casting, buuuut should be able to accommodate any number of people beyond that! ^_^

Will eventually make OOC posts for organization! a-also please pretend this was earlier scream]

[There’s no visual, but as you open this feed the first thing that can be heard is a low moan of a woman, obviously sounding relaxed, but also very pleasured.]

…Please, do that again.

So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?

Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…

All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]

[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!

[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?

Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]

Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.

Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]

I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.

[...and then audio shuts off]

[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]