[Here, City, have a look at a kid who looks an awful lot like a younger, less style-conscious Raymond...or Fischer, or an appropriately-aged Pig for that matter. Either way, he looks pissed.]

I don't know what this place is, and I sure as hell don't remember how I got here from Dayton in one piece, but I do know one thing: whenever I find out whoever took my time capsule, you might as well knock your teeth out now to save me the trouble when I find you. And believe me, I will find you.

[Threat issued, he leans back a bit, relaxes his shoulders, and lets out a sigh.]

Anyone know where I can pick up some smokes?

( OOC: Raymond's been aged down to his more raucous youth for the weekend, so all responses will be from daytoday! He will also be roaming the streets in search of trouble to get into, so feel free to have your character run into him via action thread. )

—hey, Akito, you mind holding onto him for a sec?

[ on flicks the video feed, framing one (1) seventeen-year-old police officer and one (1) sharkling:

]

All right—hey, City. If you had to rank the guy on the left on a scale from one to ten, what'd it be?

[ ooc; Akira, Akito and Kazu will all be responding, feel free to threadjack at will! video responses are assumed. all drop-ins can expect hot-or-not rankings ... and voice responses may be rated based on their sounds.

eta - annnnd Kazu's down, I'll repick in the afternoon! ]

Apparently one of my greatest hits has leaked to the public. Good, I wanted it on TV anyways.

I miss my family a lot sometimes.

[ooc; he is cursed with Memory Theater so your character might happen upon (warning: the following video has some disturbing content so if you don't want to see violence, don't watch) this unpleasant event. If you want to know what happens without watching, he walks on a schoolbus full of kids and torches it with a flamethrower while his brother carries boom boxes playing "Disco Inferno".]

[Video]
[Piglet seems a bit more agitated than normal, if such a thing is possible. He's fidgeting with the front of his jumper and muttering to himself as he paces the floor.]

M-m-myyyy house. It was mine, not Owl's. Oh, w-why did I say it was his?

[He jumps slightly as he sees the light of his network device recording his moment.]

B-because it wasn't, no not at all! Owl just n-needs to find Another home which isn't mine.

.... I-I wanted to Keep it.


[ooc: Piglet's cursed with 'My Dirty Little Secret'.]

...I'd be more than happy if those two and their friend never get the chance to come here.

[0:00-1:08 and 2:18-2:49 is the full scope of the memory for Huey.]

[ text | filtered away from Fred & George Weasley ]

Oi! Those of you who are friends of my twin brothers, listen here. I've got some news.

Fred and George Weasley have a birthday coming up. The first of April. Yes, this Sunday. As their most favourite sister, I feel it's my duty to have something halfway decent if not bloody spectacular planned for them on the big day.

So come along to the beach around sunset on the day and we'll do a dinner (anyone feel like contributing some food?) and set off some fireworks and have a grand time of it. I thought about gathering at The Blue Light, but honestly, I didn't want to have to be responsible for any property damage. And when it comes to the twins, the likelihood of that happening is... appallingly high.

Of course, I can't always be prepared for curses, so if something happens, we'll just move the festivities to Monday. But let's carry on with the celebrations as best we can, and if you're getting them anything, remember—nothing is too much or too big or too loud. Or too strange or disgusting, come to that.

And for Merlin's sake, keep it secret. It takes a lot to surprise these two.



[ooc; BACKDATED TO FRIDAY AFTERNOON.

fred and george's birthdaaaay! i'm not planning on doing a log or anything for it, but if people are interested, i will happily slap something together and toss it onto tampered later in the weekend! this is a chill and relaxed sort of thing. 8) ]

Ah. I remember this.

[Karl is seated on the floor of his cell. Book in his lap, idly stirring through it with a fingertip. His face is replete with a Good-Times satisfaction.]

What a splendid evening that was. Full of blood and flame. Diva and I laughed ourselves sick over it afterward.

[A chilling laugh.]

You know, she told me a little secret. She said, for a boy who didn't want it, he was dreadfully eager for it...

[And, smile fixed, he returns to his book. Sick bastard.]


[OOC: Karl's cursed with Memory Theater. He's recalling he and his Queen, Diva, massacred everyone aboard a ship. After which Diva proceeded to rape and kill Saya's adoptive brother. Who, FYI, was 12 years old. Suffice it to say, it was quite the Moral Event Horizon :\]

I've never had this much fun before. Is everyone enjoying themselves? The Network's lively today.

[Yuri and Judith have been bodyswapped, and for the sake of fun, neither have come out and said it just yet. So while Yuri's not making an overt attempt at impersonating Judith, they're similar enough that he doesn't have to really try anyway.

Still, he's doing his best to be 'weird' as Krityans tend to be.]

You wouldn't think that a week ago... things happened.

[ooc | All comments will come from nageeg!]

[A morally reversed Setsuna has a major announcement to make.]

Sorry I left without waking you, Kira, but I had things to do. I can't just keep lounging around with you. I don't think much is getting accomplished this way.

In fact, this whole fighting God thing is kinda stupid, don't you guys think? He's our creator and deserves a little more respect than that. I've been going about this the wrong way from the beginning. So, Rosiel, if you'll have me at your side, I'm willing to help you now. I want to. I want nothing more than to stand at your side!

[So, yeah, all of his stubborn determination? Now belongs to the other side. Setsuna wants to fight for the God that would abandon them. He thinks God is right - if your creations mess up, kill them all and start over. Rosiel is the most sympathetic creature in all of creation, and he will defend him and protect him until the end. Ready?]

Of course, we have the City deities keeping us from the real war, but that doesn't mean we can't make them see reason. [Wicked grin. Also, no desire to hold back for fear of messing something up or causing trouble he can't fix. That's just not very important right now.]

I think I could have done without that last part.

[ooc: Amanda is cursed with Memory Theater. She's mainly recalling...11:28-14:10]

[It's the ocean! The waves are tumbling and pretty decent today, and the device is on the sand, recording a slight figure in a blue and black neoprene wetsuit catching a wave and riding it, getting in the pipe, and then barreling out the other end.

In another minute she's coming out of the water, laughing - yes, laughing - and shaking her head to get the excess water off. She moves so her device, sets her surfboard upright in the sand and unzips her wetsuit down just a bit to get more sun.

When she speaks, her accent is a touch more Australian than it ever was, with the Namibian still in the background.]

There's a fierce curl out there today; Scholar would love this, I know I'm taking as much as I can out of it. Why isn't anyone else out here?

[She flops back, then remembers why she's out here. She grabs her device.]

I woke up and the hostel I'm staying at [she doesn't remember getting there or where she is but she's sure she's at a hostel] had this huge collection of shoes, so I put them out. I figure the owners will turn up and get them, because they're not mine. If they were mine I would have given them to a charity shop, they look pretty expensive.

[She flops back again]

Come on, someone come out here! The water's grand!

[ooc: replies from torqued!]

[ simon looks seriously freaked out; he's all wide, wide eyes, sitting too still, almost unnaturally so. it takes him a minute to speak, opening his mouth and then closing it again, as if thinking carefully about what he wants to say. ]

Do the curses here...do they steal powers?

ooc | simon has been affected with the average joe day curse, and his invisibility powers aren't working!

Whatever 'tis curse be 'tis the hour, I be not extra amused. I be not even sure what sort 'o humans even shout like 'tis 'n why be I suddenly forced to do th' same.

If 'tis be one 'o them curses when anythin' can happen that lasts th' shore leave, fer th' first the hour I really woe somethin' else happens to be to'morrow. Anythin' would be better than havin' to listen to myself shout like 'tis fer another full day.

[Mithos is not amused by the talk like a pirate curse that has afflicted him this weekend.]

[ when the video clicks on, it shows a particularly relaxed will; he's leant aainst a tree in xanadu, a apple in one hand. for those particularly familiar with him, the relaxation and general air of contentment is somewhat more natural than usual — innocent, even. when he speaks, the welsh accent is somewhat more pronounced, the london overtones muted or otherwise non-existent. ]

I've thought, on occasion, that my sisters would be fond of the City. The curses are inconvenient, but it would be difficult to describe any of it as boring; Cecily has a tendency to go out of her way to cause trouble. [ a flicker of a smile. ] So I dare say she'd be right at home here. [ a pause, and his glances up at the sky for a moment. ] For all the variety of people that the deities bring to the City, it's remarkable how often it is that one ends up wanting for a touch of familiarity, even if it's otherwise cruel to wish for the uprooting and general disruption of lives.

—Although outside of curses, the way that the City is designed feels almost too perfect; it's hardly any wonder that the deities turn to curses to make it more interesting for themselves.

[ ooc: the years that never were: blah blah ~spoilery stuff~ didn't happen, so will is actually capable of being genuinely pleasant. ]

 [ When the feed clicks on.. Curtis is soaked.  He looks pretty pissed about it, too, as his eyes focus to the dark cloud above him. Rain continues to fall down on him as his glare hardens. Some people were going to find this so funny; he probably should have chosen audio. ]

I don't know what the fuck it is, but if anyone can tell me how to make it stop I'd appreciate it.  [ And he continues to stare up, almost hopefully, before shaking his head and running his hand down his face.

His wet hand. Down his wet face.

It isn't as productive as he'd hoped it would be. ]

I wanted to ask about jobs in this place.  Is there a bar or... anything.. that's hiring?

[ It's  d i s t r a c t i n g. ]

[[ ooc; find a rainbow event! ]]

[ You know the drill by now. An innocent afternoon spent cleaning the apartment is interrupted by a strange and vague memory from some one's past leaving the owner of said memory entirely unaware that it had ever even been revealed to the entire city. Why single out this particular memory? The city must be trolling. ]( Video Inside )

[OOC: If you want you can say you ran into Eagle in the city some where or head to his apartment for a visit since he was cleaning it today. Just let me know where if you do this. ^,^]

So, say you're going to a barbecue. What kind of food do you assume's going to be there?


[ They probably should have made a list.

...

And actually that audio is still on; Arthur's distracted, busy in fact as the device picks up the roll of four tiny wheels and general chatter of what must be a shop. Then a pause of the wheels... ]

...are you too old for holding hands?

[ He's just paranoid maybe. It's a busy store.

Anyway he gets his answer just a second later, a young girl's voice: ]

I do not think so.

[ Some more grocery background noise as the cart starts rolling again before the girl speaks again ]

Dad, your device is on. [ pause and this time she's obviously speaking into it on purpose, rather than muffled like before ] Poppa, did you want us to bring you anything?

[ Then the device is turned off properly. ]




[ooc: family cursed? family cursed.]

[video]

Let's get one thing clear. Mae Crawford is mine.


This device - [the screen shakes as he picks it up to emphasize his point] is mine.

[He sets the device down and holds up a pink bunny loofah.]

This loofah is mine.


[The menace in his voice is uncalled for.] Don't touch my stuff.

I'm not a poet
I'm not interested
In being one, no

Especially
Not on the day of my birth
So thanks for nothing

I suppose it could
Be worse; this isn't so bad
It's annoying though

[ The feed cuts on as Howard stretches out on the floor where he's sprawling on an oil-stained sheet that's seen better days, socked foot with a toe poking out knocking the sensitive buttons as he nudges it back against the television cabinet where it stands up and catches view of a good portion of the apartment. It's spacious, the main rooms open-plan, with several doors leading off to bedrooms and a bathroom. ]

Y'really want me to leave this thing in pieces? 'Cause we all know how that ends. [ Oh, and the television itself is lying on its front above the sheet, the back off and wires sticking out, pieces laid out on the fabric, and that's as well as several other projects littering the place half-finished. ] It ain't gonna take long, can't this wait?

No. [ Bucky’s voice sounds like it’s coming from near him. ] Look, dude, I don’t know what your basis for marriage is, but people freaking talk. [ Apparently none of this bothers either of them, Bucky sprawled back on the couch watching Howard pick apart the tv. ] You didn’t tell me I’d be battling every bit of technology when we got hitched. It’s kind of an unfair deal, buddy.

[ Slinging an arm over his face. ] I want a divorce.

[ Howard heaves an over-dramatic sigh, as if carefully putting the circuit board back into place pains him, and he shuffles around where he sits on the floor, the feed shaking for a few seconds as he accidentally nudges it further so that both of them are in shot. ]

It weren't a secret, sweetheart. [ He holds his hands up in surrender, fighting the urge to turn back to the open television and discovering more about how it ticks. ] Okay, fine, y'got my full attention. No more talk'a divorces, huh? It's not like I don't love you.

[ From beneath his arm, Bucky sounds like he’s smiling. ] Oh, now you’re scared, huh? I’m gonna take you for everything, see if I don’t. [ A pause. ] Fine, play with your stuff, see if I care.

Hey, c'mon, don't be that way. [ He rolls over, crawls the distance over to the couch, and clambers up like a clumsy puppy, dropping himself into the gap between Bucky's side and the back of the thing. ] If I promise not to touch anything electrical for the rest'a the day, you gonna forgive me, huh? [ He drapes a leg over him, nudges him with his nose. ] Want me to remind you why we got hitched in the first place?

You know, since coming to the City I've heard all manner of fascinating terminology, but there's one I don't quite understand.

Why do women refer to a certain time of the month as their 'rag?'






[ooc; stupid question day!!!!!!!]

[Have a frustrated-looking Sam. All the more strange since it looks like someone's combed and slicked his hair. His mouth twitches when his irritation gets the better of him.]

You know how sometimes in this city, people wake up and start acting strangely, or think they're someone else entirely? [He sighs.] What do you do when they think you're someone else? Because Dean and Donna can play house all they want when I don't have to watch, but now they've decided I'm their six-year-old son and I can't leave without a chaperone. I've kind of outgrown spaghetti-O's and cartoons, too.

If they tell me to clean my room, seriously. I'm not answerable for my actions.

Nick Ryves: 9.5 (y/n)
Alan Ryves: 8.5 (y/n)
Pyro: 8.5 (y/n)
Kazu: 7 (y/n)
Eames: 7.8 (y/n)
Arthur: 8.8 (y/n)
Mae Crawford: 10 ( y/

I can't - how do I delete this?!

[ooc; Cursed with Hot or Not?]

[Wilson sounds a little preoccupied - slightly weary, too; certainly, you could describe his general tone as a bit down.]

And here I was almost thinking we'd managed to escape March without one of these weekends. Not that I'm surprised, of course.

I suppose it's too much to hope for this one to count for April, too.


[ooc: He's cursed with Ghost World and seeing Amber, his dead girlfriend from his future, lingering around the periphery of his vision. Luckily for him, Fourth Walls have given him the chance to get to know her. :D]

God, it's been ages since I had a proper shag - I can't believe how utterly pathetic I can be sometimes. It's enough to drive a girl mad sometimes, especially when you just can't find any replacement batteries. Still, there's enough clubs in the City, I ought to be able to do something about it, yeah? Unless any of you lot would like to volunteer to lend me a hand...or, well, rather more than a hand, to be quite honest. Hands for starters, maybe, and we can move on from there.

[ooc: sexuality reversal day! Tosh is going to be mortified later.]

[VIDEO]

These weekends, always a fucking mess. Guess I'm just glad we have heavy curtains.

[Same old frown, but he's looking paler than usual. More observant viewers might notice the strangeness of his eyes-- pale yellow, slightly reflective when he moves.]

Last time was worse, I guess. Still.

Waste of a weekend.



[ooc; physically age-reversed into undeadness. may use good_at_this for comments but probably won't bother ;3]

[So, here is Nathan, looking a little older, a little wiser... No? Okay. About the only difference is a hair cut and some rather unimpressive face fuzz. Clearly all his facial hair genes dedicated themselves to his eyebrows.

Besides that, though, he seems remarkably unchanged. He's even back in a florescent orange jumpsuit, this one is even short sleeved. He seems relieved by his surroundings, although he is missing one of his shoes.]

Nice timing you've got there, deities. I thought I was going to be anally violated for sure. Like my ass wasn't killing me already.

Hey, City. You want to see what I can do?

[He doesn't wait for a response before starting what looks like a rather violent combination of dry heaving and choking. Whatever it is he's doing, it looks extremely painful. At least if the way he's clutching his stomach is anything to go by.] Okay. Shit. Not a bird... not a bird. [He looks like he's concentrating intensely for a moment before starting up retching again, looking as if he can't so much as breathe for a minute or two before reaching frantically inside his mouth to yank out a corn snake that seems to have been the source of his discomfort. It's another minute or two before he's capable of talking again.]

Okay, so animals out of orifices? Turns out that's always a bad idea.

[ooc: Nathan is affected with Age Reversal this weekend and so will be aged up to after the events of Vegas Baby! All replies will be coming from realitywarping.]

[The video shakily opens to a view of a patterned sheet, stretched out between two chairs. The video fumbles, moving to show a stack of pillows and a wool blanket thrown over the side of a bed before it swings a final time on an extreme close-up of a very young and very freckly face, grinning wildly.]

Oi, Fred! I think I figured out what this does!

[The child waves (George, for anyone who can't put two and two together).]

I think it's like one of those felly-telly-visson Muggles things Dad told us about. But little!

A felly-telly-what, now?

[ And here comes the other one, crawling over in the small space to shove his face right up next to George's, eyes gleaming with something wicked. ]

Nice one, Georgie. I just got that lot set up over here, too. Bring your felly-telly-thingawhater.

Righto!

[The view becomes shaking again as George follows his brother through a sheet-covered tunnel into a brand new section of the blanket fort.]

Blimey! This is brilliant, Fred! Do you think we can connect it into the hallway?

Hmm, not sure that we've enough blankets left.

[ Watch the child masterminds at work as they appraise their work and break into a devious grin. ]

Ready for a bit of reconn - reconn - [ He purses his lips for a moment. Learning new words is hard, shush. ] - reconnaissance, that's the ticket. I reckon Perce's got a few we can nick.

Yeah, brilliant! I distract him and you nick?

[As he speaks, George digs into a nearby box with the familiar WWW logo on it and pulls out a smallish firework.]

You know the drill, same as always.

[ Matching grins and eyes bright, they clap their hands together in their own special brand of secret handshake before clambering off to wreak havoc upon the house, all for the sake of extending their blanket fort.

Just another day in the life of the Weasleys. ]

[ooc: The entire crop of Weasleys have been hit with Age Reversal. You thought they were terrors now. Replies coming from asplodes and kabooms. Blue is Fred, regular is George.]

[The video opens simply enough to Mara flipping through a fashion magazine. Every so often, she frowns and looks over at an empty chair. The looks start to come more often and will less amusement until she finally closes the magazine and speaks.]

For Hades' sake, will you shut the hell UP! This is my home and my life now, you have no right to criticize.

[She picks up the magazine again and throws it down a moment later.]

That's enough, I won't take this anymore. Get out of my house! Now!

[She has no idea she's glaring at an empty chair as she points towards the hallway.]

Okay. I think he's asleep...

[Penny's speaking in a whisper, network device held close. She looks unusually high-strung and--is she wearing a purple pajama top? At this time of day? Yes, she is.]

I need someone who can pick locks.

[She turns the camera. There's a silver cuff around her wrist... attached to a silver chain...attached to another silver cuff that happens to be on the wrist of Peter Vincent. Peter appears to be in a drunken stupor. Penny directs the device back towards her face.]

Okay. This is the first time he's been quiet since I woke up--next to him in his bed! Not that--I mean, of course I wasn't there on purpose, so this has to be a curse, but he keeps saying all of these things and I can't change my clothes because I know he'll look! I'm all for giving people second and third and fourth chances, but this is crazy and I need someone to save me before he wakes up and I... I don't even know. I don't think anyone can hold me responsible for anything I might do.

[Penny glances back over at Peter to make sure he's still out. Her whisper might have risen slightly above a whisper there.]

If you reply to this, please reply quietly, okay? And not with text. My typing's awful with one hand.

[VIDEO]

[Is this an accident? Who knows. There's not much to see, just Brian sitting on a bench, watching water fall over the lip of the fountain.

After a moment, it might be come apparent that some of that water is flowing the wrong way.]

Hmn.

( ooc notes )

[Someone has woken up in a greenhouse on top of the Library work - a someone quite a bit smaller than usual and more than a little confused.]

Uh oh... I don't think I'm s'posed to be up here on a roof.

I'm too little to be all on my own!



[Age reversal curse for Rain - or Isabel, as she was then.]

...Great, it's one of these weekends again.

I know, I was saying I missed home but the City really knows how to rub it in.

[She just lets out a sigh] I guess it's not as bad as it could be though.

[ooc; Pretend this was earlier today! Affected by Ghost World so she's seeing of her friends she misses ;; ]

[The video turns on for a moment, Sasuke is taking a break from his training for a few moments when he notices blood, a little bit at first. Normally it isn't something he would really be concerned over but when he sees that it just continues to spread, dripping from his hands...that's what stops him.

He just stares for a moment...he vaguely remembers this one though it was quite a while ago it affected him] A curse?

Tch. I'm guessing this doesn't wash away either?

[ooc; Assume this was earlier this morning!]

There is something to be said for the sight of a half naked woman wearing a pair of fine gloves to put a man in the mood. You really don't see that too much here in the City.

[ His voice is nostalgic, almost yearning. It's been several months after all, since he's been laid, and while he may have seen several half naked women around the city according to his standards, not very many of them like to wear fine gloves. Liam's been cursed with the "We did that" curse for the weekend. ]

Hey, anyone can see Sora today? There am got hit with some curse that turned him to little...again.

Has been babysitting, but there am kind of ran away. I didn't realize small legs could move under fast. Announce to me if you locate him? Thanks.

...why am I talking humorous?

[ooc: Lost in Translation for Grab Bag Weekend]

[Haji has no idea the above has posted. He thinks he's just sending a message over the network.]

Be wary this weekend, Saya.

[ A child's sigh and then the fwump of said child sitting in Utter Rejection. ]

's good food. Wonder why he won't eat it. [ Dramatic shift in tone as he comes to the unhappy conclusion: ] Maybe he's sick...! Should tell somebody!

[ Fumbling to his feet, Sora's in a hurry, enough that he drops the device - sorry network, that's a long shrill eeeeeeeeeeee of feedback from said device. It scrapes along the ground as he scoops it up and turns it off. ]

My room is off-limits as of today. I can't have any of you making a mess of my things, or worse, stealing them.

I hope I've made myself clear. I won't repeat myself anymore or make exceptions for anyone at all.