[When someone opens this feed, they might think this was an accidental recording, but oh no, it's very intentional. Sitting at the table, Estelle has a can of cat food open and scoops out a bit with a fork and, yes... she eats it. Chewing on it, she ponders the taste and swallows. No gagging, no disgusted look. And no, she is not cursed.]

Cat food has a very unique texture and flavor, much like dog food, however, I find that it's softer and reminds me more of chicken or seafood, as opposed to beef or ham.

[She takes another bite.]

It's actually quite an addicting flavor!

[At least she knows she can turn to this when their house it out of food. Maybe they really should go out and do some real grocery shopping...]

So it's been about a month since we were trapped in a sand pit or a glass house. And everyone is just as well adjusted as ever. It's like it never happened, right? May as well be a bad movie and a solid tan. Mine's sticking through, thanks for asking.

Now. This could be good news...for people who can't take other kinds of news. I find it more mind numbing and disturbing. We could all be very well cursed with complacency that keeps turbo charged, Energizer style. That would take out the element of our fleeting power of choice. Again.

In other news... in a world without a federal government, no one has to file taxes.

Dirk? Dirk. It's Richard. Will you please pick up your phone so you can tell me, first where I am, and second what you've done to me.

[Richard sighs, exasperated. Unsurprisingly he's also angry at being dumped in a strange new city.]

For God's sake, Dirk. I'm your partner. You can't just slip me something every time you think it will help solve a case. Is there even a case this time? Or were you just bored and wanted to see how long it would take me to get back?

Well, I'm not going along with it. I'm not paying God knows how much for a taxi to get me out of the mess you dropped me in. I don't care how "busy" you are, or how many goes it takes to get your bloody car started. You get over here right now and take me home.

And bring shoes. And socks. My feet are wet.

[There's another sigh, and when he speaks again he sounds resigned and more than a touch despairing.]

Look, I know you're listening, so there's no point leaving me here and pretending you're not. Janice... please... please make sure he doesn't ignore this. I'll talk to him about paying your wages. Again.

Well, I'm sure by this point everyone who's not involved is tired of hearing about it-- but, I wanted to make sure everyone knows we'll be starting rehearsals properly next week. If possible-- that is, if the people who live there don't mind-- I'd like to hold them in the Opera House, but if that doesn't work... Well, we'll figure something out. It's always tricky to get everyone together at once, especially the first couple of times.

Right now I'd like to aim to have the show in May, but I think it'd be best to see how well we work together, and whether there's anything we haven't counted on.

Maybe next month, when we're a little more used to it, I'll have time to talk about anything else.


( supertl;dr about the play for participants and interested parties! )

[There is a little boy sitting at the fountain looking so confused. His big violet eyes are looking around but he just...can't figure out where he is.]

Hello?

Um...where are my mother and father?

[Whoever he's talking to doesn't seem to hear him and he looks a little taken a back.]

But...I have to get back to Aya...



[ooc: Forwarded to half an hour from now. Mainly because I don't have any patience.]

[ooc: slightly forward dated to just after midnight. Souvenirs you never lose curse.]

[Buffy's device is on the coffee table. It flickers on to reveal her curled up on the couch. The room is lit only by the Kung Fu movie playing on the TV. She's got a blanket draped over her legs and a bag of microwave popcorn on her lap.]

Oh yeah. Like the bad guys ever attack one at a time.

[She pops a handful of popcorn in her mouth and her brow furrows. Her hand goes to her neck and when she pulls it away, it's covered in blood. Her eyes go wide as she presses that same hand to her torso. The blanket sticks, wet with blood. She starts to stand up, pulling the blanket away from the wound and tossing it over the device by accident more than anything. Everything goes black.]

[Hello, Poly. There is a furious silver haired woman to be found on this end.]

STORM KING!

HOW DARE YOU HANG UP ON ME! I WILL ARREST YOUR DAMNED RETARDED ASS!

[That's right. This is Kaito. And he's a woman.]



[ooc: Replies will be made by boobsforjustice.]

[Lucy is hanging out at the bar of the Blue Light. She's got a drink in front of her and she's fiddling with the little umbrella that came with it. The bartender stops in front of her, smiling and asks if he can get her anything else.]

A 7 but when you've got a drink in hand and a smile, at least an 8.

[Her nose wrinkles as she reviews her words.]

I mean, no. I'm fine but thank you.

[ooc: Forward dated a bit to midnight. Hot or not curse.]

Well.

[She always looks a bit too young in her time-frozen body, but today it's become more pronounced, a softness around her features where she hasn't quite grown into her high cheekbones and strong nose. There's still no mistaking her though, even if there's something different about Carla's smile today. A more pronounced smugness, a sharpness in her eyes that suggests something cold at the center. She's twirling a sucker in her fingers deftly as she addresses the device,]

It's been a long time since I've really enjoyed myself. Don't be disappointing now. Come out with me.

I promise I won't bite you, if you don't want me to. [The candy goes into her mouth, caught between her canine and lower set, although she doesn't bite through it.] A little fun never killed anyone.




[[ooc; Forward dated to tomorrow because I am impaaatieeent. All responses from anuglybloom. Age 16. If you thought Carla was a bitch before.... uh, you didn't know her when she was younger. Cruel and lacivious, let me know if you emphatically do not want her being dirty at you.]]

[Hello, city. There's a rather upset Link Name on the network (at least, that's what it looks like.) and he seems to have turned on the device. Lucky him.

He also happens to be on a roof since that's where his counterpart was at the time kids and their crazy life choices.]

What the hell's going on here? Where am I?

[Less angry, more confused.] This isn't London...


[OOC: Forward-dated because I've got horrendous patience. Cass has been hit with the "Years that never were" curse. In which there is no Cassandra because no one liked him anyway.

Also, all tags will be replied to by the other!cass journal, nineofwands]

So, uh... is there like some kind of thing that'll help you find your friends with this devices...?

I was chasing some badger who stole my bandanna and then got lost in the forest and then came back here... but that means I don't know where Tyr and Toph are! We were out together too... they probably ate all the food by now...

I helped catch those rabbits....