[Derek's been out for his morning jog. It's something he does every morning unless circumstances don't allow it. This is the first time in awhile that circumstances have allowed it and it feels good to be back at it. He's briefly stopped at Cafe Juliet for a few minutes to cool down after his run and grab some coffee. Anyone is free to run into him there.

But while waiting, he turns the video on and offers the network a small grin.] So I'm not gonna ask for a roll call or anything. Youth Center's back to normal. Kids are okay. Teenagers are okay. I'm alright. Hope everyone else is the same.

[His name is called and he's briefly distracted as he picks up his coffee and moves to sit at a table outside on the patio of the cafe. Once he's settled, he speaks up again.] Combat training classes will start up again tomorrow night. For anyone who has questions about that, I'm stamping a file here that you can download.

Otherwise, hope the day started out as good for you as it did for me. [End video feed.]

Attachment: [ FILE DOWNLOAD ]

Everyone done with this sand shite?

Any word on what the fuck exactly that crap was?

Fuuuuuck. How about next time we just all sit in the Glass City and get drunk, yeah?

Is anyone a doctor!? [Not only is her voice extremely worried here, but it is also very rushed.]

Kaito... Kaito can't see, and he needs help!


(ooc: For those who don't know, Kaito made a deal with a deity so his eyesight won't be coming back for a month now-- though don't let that stop any of your characters from trying to help!)

Dark Lady, give me strength. You are all such whiny children.

'Oh no, sand!' 'Oh no, the sand is gone!'

I've heard less whining from Undercity dungeon prisoners, and those sorry idiots are used as spare parts. I'm dead and you still manage annoy me.

Shake the sand out of your junk and get something done, instead. You're messing up my work.

[Fuck sand. Fuck the sun. Fuck the heat. Fuck the biting cold that came at night. Fuck eating Charlie-fried critters that people can’t identify. Fuck Eames. Fuck Eames smelly armpits. Fuck being tied to robots by Eames. Fuck Eames and his knowledge of knots. And fuck Eames’ snoring.
This was a combination of thoughts had by Ariadne and Charlie and both girls had decided, sometime around 7 PM, that they needed to get out of their respective residences and into a bar somewhere. As per their usual ‘oh-god-that-curse-was-shit’ routine.
They had a specific bar in mind. One with a Karaoke night and their favorite singer whose name they didn’t actually know. They dubbed him Karaoke Adam ages ago, the name stuck and Charlie and Ariadne were his biggest fans.
Considering they hadn’t seen him since before the desert bullshit, they were concerned and felt it necessary to make sure Adam survived.
The video feed kicks on at about midnight, unbeknownst to the two now-inebriated girls, and overheard is Charlie whispering loudly--]

--pretty sure those aren’t the lyrics.
[There’s no visual on the girls yet. Just a row of drinks in various colors and in varying degrees of consumed. And the girls are sorting them by color. In the background, someone singing ‘Hey, Jude.’ Horribly.
Ariadne speaks.]
I’m telling you, Charlie. That’s puce. I’m an architect. I know these things.

Okay, okay.
[The puce drink gets picked up, it’s gone for a moment and then it’s set back down. Half gone. And now Charlie speaks.]
Oh. Shit. I messed it up. We…we need another puce one. And an orange. [A pause.] That’s the weirdest shade of orange I’ve ever seen. You should…you should make it your life goal to get another puce. And an orange one that’s actually orange otherwise this rainbow is just going to look all wrong.

This is a good goal. I’ll go do that. [Ariadne stands, the video shuffling and it’s now pointed at both girls who look about how they did during that one curse on the 3rd. Hey, when that’s all you have left in clothes and you haven’t been shopping yet, it’s okay to wear corset tops and matching pants and heels again. And okay to do your hair. Because they need this. Charlie spots something on the stage and flails, grabbing at Ariadne’s arm excitedly and missing a few times.]
Sit. Sit, Ariadne! Sit!

What? I thought I had to get---
[Charlie points at the stage, still grinning, and Ariadne looks. Both girls faces light up and they say simultaneously;] It’s Adam!

[And both girls rest their elbows on the table, their chin in their hands and sit with the biggest smiles on their faces, eyes only just a bit unfocused as someone sings on stage.]

[ooc: so...both girls are hammered as hell. and will threadjack the hell out of each other. fair warning. and feel free to threadjack them in return! charlie is red. aria is orange.]

( the device whips through the air, video feed snapping on abruptly as it collides with a nearby wall. the video is clear, capturing a clear shot of the sharp winds and cracks of lightning in the distance, but the audio comes in fuzzy, filled with static from the velocity of the winds.

a roar of thunder briefly cuts out the audio as the winds clear enough to capture the midst of the chaos.

thor stands at the center, frightening hammer in hand, already spinning it as if it was acting as a vacuuming mechanism for something—his presence is all too overwhelming. )

You fight with no honor. Simply return to me what is mine and let us be done with something that should have happened in the first place.

( the only answer he receives at first is a loud laugh, echoing in this odd atmosphere. the device can’t see him at first, it takes a moment before it captures a clear shot of ikki, an equally menacing presence in this hellish storm. his A-T come alive, lighting up with electric blues as it spins. they whur furiously as the winds kick up.

thor was right about that, this shouldn’t have happened, but where the hell was the fun in that? he had been itching for a fight since the slug infestation and this guy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. )

Talks of honour mean nothing from a would-be kidnapper! I’m not going return shit to you!

He’s my animal that responds to his name when I call it. This is almost absurd.

What kind of jerk just calls him his “animal” like he’s property?

I do not wish to harm you, but you must stop. You will hurt more people if you continue!

( the repetitive motion of the hammer drowns out whatever else he was trying to say, lightning coming off of the famed weapon of the god of thunder. )

You’re the only person I see here—!

( the air crackles, breaking the audio feed once more, and then ikki is out of sight, leaving only a flash of bright blue light in his wake. he propels himself forward once more to face thor head on, to smash his fist into his face again.

thor is much larger than him, fist raising to punch ikki square in the mouth just before the feed cuts out, the device getting swept up by the wind once more and shattering against the wall. )


(( ooc: thor is dark blue and ikki is light blue! ))