[Filtered from Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]
At last. I thought they might never call my number. I might have been left in this desert forever. I'm nearly to the gate now. I can see the contraption even now. I'm sure I'll get through today--perhaps even in a few moments.

Riff, I've still not heard from you since the start of this whole ordeal. Where are you? Why haven't you found me yet? There's any number of people looking for you, but you've vanished.

I can't keep waiting for you. Not now, not since I've been called to go through. I'd wait for you, but I don't know that I'd ever get out. Riff, you must get out. Everyone will get out. They told me that any number of times and I did doubt it, more than once, but they do seem quite set on getting everyone out. For all I know, you're already through and the trouble is with the Network or your device. If that's so, then you must find me. I'll go back to the opera house--I don't care if it's glass or sand or copper or stone or anything else. You must find me, Riff.

Please, Riff--send me word, wherever you are. I'll wait for you on the other side. I always said I would.

And you said you'd always follow me. You must follow me now. Or you must find me.

They're calling my number now.

~C.
[//end filter]

[ooc: What it looks like. A last-minute, dashed-off message as Cain is being hustled along down to the gates and into the glass City. All of his replies will come from the glass City.]

video;

I don't know who has not jumped ship to the Glass City. If you haven't I happen to be in the possession of a sizable amount of meat and a means of preparing it.

[See? He'll show you. For those in the Glass City this may end up to be just video with audio popping in and out. The camera goes back to his face ]

Now the price for partaking from this is alcohol and giving something to good old Jimmy Wilson. He doesn't know it yet but he's going to be making this barbecue taste more amazing.

[Figuring that there may not be a good connection he takes a page from Cameron's book and puts up a cardboard sign. WILSON'S BDAY.]

The clinic is still open. From the looks of it most of the necessary cases have crossed over.

[ooc; Last harrah for the Sand City! House's bbq is near the makeshift hospital. Open log, bring booze. When they get zapped to the Glass City, the party will continue because...Wilson deserves a bigger party. Moar booze.]

[ This is a happy burp! Then a pause. ] Was kind of too bad to have to say goodbye to Jiminy Jr but it sure is nice to eat real food again. My mouth'd started tasting like sand. Eugh.

I'm glad nothing happened to the cats while we were gone. Guess they were used to feeding themselves before we came along anyway.

[ Pauuuuse. ]

Um...but hey, how many people're still stuck? This place seems back to normal...ish...mostly.





[ooc: and back later - some cramming before moar class weep ;;.....]

[Lucy is sitting on the floor in her closet surrounded by high heels and shoe boxes. She looks practically blissful. She's wearing a silk robe and has her hair pulled up. She's actually feeling better than she has in weeks.]

Thank Bear Bryant that my shoes are back. They're all back, they're shiny, they're pretty and they're awesome sauce. You know, I used to have a thing for Cinderella. I bet I had six pairs of clear plastic heels but real glass slippers, not all they're cracked up to be.

Literally. With the cracking. I lost a pair of Loubs that way.

[Cue dramatic sigh.] May they rest in peace.

Hey, uh-- well, I don't think I got your name. But we talked about getting you a staff before the water world thing happened, and I guess the ones I found got spared, so.

Yeah, if anyone knows a guy looking for a staff, send him to see Faith at the Youth Center, I guess.

[ Awkward pause. Yep. ]

And uh, anyone know about why-- if someone died, I mean. Aren't you supposed to technically stay dead here?


[ ooc: i meant to get this up earlier today, but technical difficulties made it impossible, uhhh i'll hopefully hit replies later tonight/tmrw in the am ]

[It's Charlie. She sounds excited. Ridiculously so.]

The Jasmine Dragon is back. Sand free. And my apartment is back. I need to buy new clothes since most of what I have is leftover from that one curse at the beginning of the month but whatever.

[There's a faint mew, a thump, some snuffling sounds and Charlie laughs.] Also, Petrichor says hi. I found him in the kitchen cabinet under the sink. Still haven't found Hypnos. I'm sure she's around here somewhere.


[end feed.]

[In light of all of Karl's recent activity, Saya has bounded off into hiding for a bit with Haji. The serperation between glass and sand has likewise made this division possible. And because of this, she's had plenty of time to think.

And think.
And think some more.

She's finally come to a decision that she believes is all her own. On come the video, there is Saya's quite serious expression and here is her decision:]

No one else is allowed in my bedroom from this moment on, at least for the foreseeable future.



[OOC: Red light, Green Light curse in effect.]

[ simon is holding iggy ii, and sitting on the floor of his flat. the device is balanced on his knee, shaking just slightly as simon shifts position. ]

Has everyone made it back by now?

Now that the City is returned to normal, who do I talk to about getting a job as a musician at the Lux?

Or anywhere else for that matter?

I am an accomplished cellist.

[ Ah, the pathetic inspiring view of a fully grown (?) man as he tries (and fails) to take a proper look at the glass city 'immigration' officers' books -

And ends up escorted away. Forcibly. Ouch. ]

Take your hands off - to the Abyss with it all, I'm only looking for a name, one! You have them all there, don't you? It's a new city, isn't it? If - if someone new's wandered in, or stumbled back, or... you'd have a writing of -

[ The guards happily ignore his fumbling, dragging awaaaaaay - ]

I don't suppose either of you could have seen a young master, pale... hair...?

[ -- and dropping him off at a safe distance from the checking point. It takes him a few minutes, but he finally spots the camera. ]

They never... say these things, do they?

[Audio from the first 1 minute and 20 seconds of this is playing in the background. Somewhere in the middle he laughs.]

Feels just like home.

Fuck glass houses. We should all throw some stones.

Finally. That couldn't have been over soon enough-- a month of all that? I'm glad it wasn't something permanent, at least.

Well it's nice to finally be on this side of the City and see that things are returning to normal now though and not turning into everything into sand or whatever else anymore.

Hopefully everyone made it back, okay?

Lord Cain,

It seems I have finally been able to escape the desert. My Network Device has been in a simply dreadful state, refusing to function at all while in the city of sand. I trust that you are well? I am returning to the Opera House at once.


( Private filter: Alexis Hargreaves )


( Private filter: Rosiel )

[ slugs, slugs and more slugs! alisha makes a really disgusted noise as she flicks one off her arm. ]

Er - What the fuck is up with all these slugs? Anyone got some repellent or whatever?

[ hear a disgusted squeal. ]

Fuck!

[ but she doesn't really know there's one sliding in her hair, making it's way to her ear … ]

If I ever see a giant sandworm again, it'll be too soon.


[ filtered to Tony ]

How're you holding up, man? Please tell me you don't need me to work tomorrow, I just wanna shower and then sleep for 24 hours.

The City's back to normal again- and Tyr's back too! I was worried for a while he wouldn't be able to get back...

But I guess everything's fine now...........

I've been doing a lot of thinking...I haven't been able to do a lot else when I'm afraid my axe is gonna shatter if try to play. To be honest, I think something's been missing with me. Like part of my drive has been gone. And I don't want to say that because I've been trying to stay kind of healthy and stable that makes me worse as artist or something because I sure as hell hope that's not true, but I feel like I need to take drastic measures. Something to break me out of my rut. As much as my current relationship is great and all sometimes you have to make sacrifices.

For a while. Maybe not for that long.

[ooc: Curse affected, very much so. Also, I have this take home midterm thing, so depending how that goes might have to leave most of my tagging until Friday.]

The house is in good condition, the same as we'd left it. Some items are missing, however. Has anyone experienced the loss of items?

[ He'd been gearing for a little beat-the-truth-out-of-Yuri session, but en route to their place behind the beach house, he spotted the kitchen and the distinct lack of food.... like, the cupboards, the fridge... all empty. ]

I suppose it could all be the product of the transition, but... it seems too specific.

So... we're back. Um, Neil, and Justin, and me, that is-- and we're all okay. And it looks like everything is back the way it was, before all of this...

[He sounds a little uncertain, though. Cautious, and tired, certainly.]

We didn't go through immigration, though, we-- well, we just showed up here. Back. Does that mean... is it just over? Did everyone come back?

[It's not unlike the City, but he's still dubious.]

[Yuri walks in just as Flynn finishes up his post, setting his own device on the table. He pointedly ignores Flynn, moving past the other and heading toward the fridge, not knowing of its emptiness.]

It's empty, Yuri.

Thanks.

[Yuri, though confused, largely ignores Flynn yet again as he passes by to make a grab for his device.]

That doesn't mean you're free, Yuri. A promise was a promise- I said I'd beat the truth out of you and I intend to do just that.

Uh huh.

[Yuri sits at the table, and the device now shows his disinterested face as he scrolls through the Network.]

Yuri. [ Flynn slams his fist on the table. ] I'm serious.

[Yuri doesn't even look up.]

You know, some people might start to get the wrong idea the way you keep threatening to hit me.

Let them. I'll be happy to explain the matter to them later. [ His eyes dart to the gloved right hand. ] I need to know, Yuri. If you would just tell me... it's not that hard. It shouldn't be.

[This time, Yuri does look up at Flynn, gaze hardened.]

If I had a red for every time I've answered no - I'd have enough money to feed the entire Lower Quarter. So just to spice it up-- get lost, Flynn.

Yuri... [ But Flynn is stubborn too. ] Step outside. We'll deal with this there.

[And with that ominous message, the feed cuts off.]

[Raymond looks as though he's only recently settled in again, not having had the chance to shower or sleep properly just yet. Clearly whatever he has to say must be of the utmost importance.]

Haven't been back in the City for an hour and already all I can think about is all the action that didn't happen this month — and of course I have to tell the whole network all about it.

Of course.

[He sighs. Dramatically.] That desert was hell, but at least there weren't any curses like this.

[Voice Post]

Hey, uh, is there some other holiday tradition in February for leap years or something? Because- I mean, well, from what I've heard people asking me today, it's kind of reminding me of that curse. With, you know. The mistletoe. Except, uh. Not with kissing. With sex.

Not that people're having sex all over the City like with the kissing, but. People have been talking to me about it a lot? It's really weird, but if this is normal, then I guess I just haven't heard of it before.

[/Voice Post]

[OoC: People have been propositioning him on the streets out of curse-based desperation. Feel free to have been one of those people, or ask him now!]