[The device turns on as a young man walks toward it. He's wearing some sort of jacket and vest and... jeans. His hair is slicked back, he's wearing shades, and a cigarette sits between his lips. The sun is setting and it makes him seen even more striking. He looks confident, maybe even a little cocky, and when he speaks, his voice is low and vaguely reminiscent of an old Hollywood movie...]






This place is strange, wild, old. People wander the streets and go about their business, trying to create lives for themselves, make friends, establish some sense of normalcy in a City that holds you captive. A City that appears to send you away on whim. A City that calls some back with no consideration for their sanity, messing with their existence, trampling them like old papers in the gutter. It's my job to try and make things right.

[Yes, he's cursed, and by the Genre Curse. Meet Hard-Boiled Neil McCormick.]

WOAH. What. What is this. [A woman walked into the bathroom where the device is on. Mirror, mirror, where's the mirro--] WHAT. Wh-- No that's Lucy. [Glance down.] This is Lucy.

...

I'm Lucy? I don't feel like Lucy. I feel like Harry. With... curves. [He's moving his hands around trying to work out all the differences but he's staying away from most areas.] This is weird. Hey, like... LUCY. Are you listening to this. Please tell me you have... you are me and we can just like, run at each other really fast and switch back. Or something.

[ooc: bodyswap curse with mightbeconcussed. He just woke up in the middle of the night, new body! same account, using her icons when I remember to.]

[Since some Aesir prince was 'sleeping' during her offer to go hunting, Sif has clearly went on her own. There's a pile of dead beasts found in the forest, some wild animals and some...unidentifiable, at best. And then there's Sif, who is standing before them, her posture straight and her chin held up proudly.]

My hunting skills could keep us fed for a lifetime.

[ooc; Hit with Did you fall out of Heaven?, if you believe it. This is her way of courting: proving she's a good bread winner. Or something. Prepare for the worst. Also, just a fair warning - might disappear to bed soon, I forgot to post this earlier.]

[The device snaps on to show a young woman. Elegant, with a pale oval face framed by long black hair. Carefully, she draws the strands into a sleek updo, mouth half-open, tongue curled up a little. Seeing the blinking device, she scowls.]

Tch.

[Securing her hair in place, she snatches up the device.]

A splendid joke, City. What's next? Am I to turn into a frog or a spider? Perhaps a bat?

[Her bangs tumble across one eye. She swipes them away irritably.]

And while we're on the subject, I may as well ask - Where does one purchase ao dai out here?

...

[A sly smile.]

For men. I'm quite sick of dressing like a vagabond. 


[OOC: Karl's been genderswapped, City. Not that he's dreadfully shocked. His species are shape-shifters. Still: doesn't he make a lovely girl? xD Responses will come from prettycrazy. Also: Karl's avi is Princess Azula from Avatar xD Why? Because they're both psycho and have near-identical hairstyles. Any Avatar characters in the City are free to freak out ]

[Hello City, there is an eight year old princess appearing on your feed right now in the City square in front of the fountain, complete in a battle dress and a sword and shield perfect for her size in her hands.]

This... isn't the castle courtyard...

[She looks afraid, as she glaces around at her surroundings.]

I-I need to get back to the castle. I don't want to think what lectures the Council will give me if they found out I left.

[ooc: All replies will come from innocents]

[The video opens to what some may recognise as the ridiculous mess of Howl and Chekov's apartment. Stacks of paper litter every surface, and half-disassembled electronics have been left out unfinished. Howl is standing over a crude workbench, absolutely covered in various jars of strange coloured powders, roots, and what appears to be a jar of jellied eyes. Howl is combining ingredients in a fast and slapdash manner, pouring them into a large mortar and pestle and and speaking strange, barely-audible words over them. The ingredients glow, changing colour and consistency before Howl pours them all into various small vials and boxes. He labels them all with torn piece of masking tape, scrawling on them in spiky, barely-legible handwriting. They're all labeled such things as 'eyes', 'skin', and 'hair'. He makes notes on a nearby piece of paper as he goes, sticking the pen behind his ear when he's not using it. After his third potion, Howl glances to the camera, grinning. Yeah, he knew it was on.]

Good morning, City. I do love getting things done early while I'm feeling fresh, don't you? These-

[he holds up a small vial marked 'hair'.]

Will be on sale for a limited time. Normally I don't like selling them, but I need the cash for the more unusual spell ingredients. Consider it a one-time offer.

And while you're here -



Truth or Dare?


[ooc: yep, Howl sure is having his first curse. Do your worst, City. :-D Also, Howl's magical cosmetics will be on sale. Ever want hairdye that dyes your roots magically as it grows out? You just found your dream man. You're welcome.]

Hello? [A young girl with pink hair looks curiously at the screen.] Cornelia? Lelouch? Can you hear me? This communicator looks different. I wasn't sure how to call. I'm not in the right rooms, and the clothes here are pretty, but they're too big.


(OOC: Age reversed! Replies from prettysmall unless I'm being lazy.)

[The light is almost too bright to make anything out on the video, brilliant even, like the morning sun coming up over the horizon. But looking closely enough, the outlined features of a girl can be just barely made out. For those who know Dawn's voice though, her yammering is easily recognizable even if she can't really be seen through the bright light right now.]

Okay, so I know I have this whole fairy or angel thing going on right now. But I really don't wanna be a brilliant ball of light, okay? I mean, when Dulcie was here I was always feeling the wing envy. Wings. Not glowing. I can't even look at myself in the mirror to put make-up on without going blind. So maybe next time we could give me sexy feathery wings, okay City? I could totally rock the wing look. This one is just kind of... isolating and can we say been there done that got the t-shirt even without being all glow-y. I don't need any help in the being ignored and / or left behind and forgotten area. And definitely no help needed in being a big ball of light area, okay? Thanks.



ooc: What's in a name curse for Dawn! She'll be blinding people who are in the near vicinity of her all day.

[Video - The feed cuts on to show Huey with Femur perched on his shoulder inside a coffee shop before spinning around slowly before stopping on a rather attractive brunette and her equally cute afro-puff sporting co-worker. The camera lingers on them for a few seconds before being spun around right back to teen and hyperactive pet and then back to the women working behind the counter.]

Is there anything else? [The barista leans against the counter and gives a flirty smile.]

Yeah. I figure I might as well let you know that you're not getting a large tip, but I did somewhat enjoy you two flaunting your sexuality in the name of service.

[Silence reigns as the device tumbles from Huey's hand and clatters on the floor, focusing on his and the other patrons' feet. Amused chuckling and indignant shouts are all that's heard before the teen lets out a frustrated groan as he realizes why he said what he did.]

...damn it all to Hell...

[ooc: Huey is hit with I Cannot Tell a Lie. Abuse to your hearts content if you're feeling particularly trollish. Also backdated to earlier in the morning, ya.]

How do dames wear these things? [ The video on the post focuses on the hem of someone's mini-skirt for a moment before it jerks upwards. The bar is crowded today, and the view spans across it. The face on the other side isn't someone recognizable, New York accent coming thick and amused. ] Not that m'complainin' or anything, s'kinda fun being a lady. I'm jus' worried there's a fabric shortage I should warn people to stock up for. Make it a proper effort.

[ The sound of a bottle being placed down filters through, Bucky smiles and the feed ends. ]

[ ooc: Bucky is a lady for the day! All replies will come from damelike. ]

[ The same bar as in Bucky's video, but this time the feed shows the wood of the bar, some coasters placed on it, and Amy Pond.

A guy comes in, tall and broad-shouldered and quite handsome, and Amy gives him a long and obvious once-over. ] A 7.5 on a scale of one to Rory.


[ ooc; cursed with Hot or Not, oh yes. Replies may be a little slow since I'm pretending trying to study. Have at her. ]

[ The first thing that flashed across the video feed? A tiny, pink paw, which pressed against the screen for half a second, followed by tiny little claws, scratching over it. ]

Aah, careful, don't break that. [Akira's sitting cross-legged behind the kitten and reaches over to give his tail a light tug.]

[ That tail fluffs up automatically, a hiss coming from the kitten’s mouth before he’s turning his attention back to Akira, and-- swatting at his face. The swatting earns a laugh, but he pretty much allows it. It was much too cute. After a moment, however, Akira reaches past the kitten to pull the device a bit closer. ]

I think there are kidnappers on the loose. They take people in their sleep and leave a kitten in their place. [Don’t mind him, little kitten-- just going to try and scratch behind his ears.]

[ Hiss, hissss-- though the scratching is distracting, so soon-- Agito just starts purring. ]

... it's pretty crafty, distracting me from the fact that Agito is missing.

[Video]
[The video feed pops in as Solomon withdraws his hand from his device. Cradled in his other arm is a something unseen bundled in a soft blanket. He hums softly for a moment, a soft lullabye, and behind him, you can see not one, but two makeshift cradles.

Getting up, he speaks in soft tones as he goes to retrieve another bundle before returning to his seat.]

Shh, shhh... no crying now~. Just for a few minutes so papa can make some arrangements.

[Looking back up from the two tiny faces peering up at him, he addresses the network.]

If anyone has experience with housekeeping as well as the care of children, I'd be interested in talking with you about possible employment. Part time only. Just enough to assist with errands, cleaning, meal preparation, and caring for the twins when needed.


[Private to Saya Otonashi]
Saya... I know that things have been strained between us lately, but please think of the children. We can make this work out, I know we can.


[Private to Aion]
Please contact me when you're able to... I have a request that I'm hoping you can help me with.


[ooc: Cursed with 'It's a Boat, it's a Bug, it's Ours'.]

[TEXT MESSAGES - POSTED ACCIDENTALLY]

(06:30) Cameron: changed my mind. come over here and we'll get that drink
(06:58) Cameron: hello?
(07:02) Cameron: i'm not waiting forever



( ooc notes; )

[Video Post]

[Demyx's face appears way too close to the camera screen, and as he steps back, his face is contorted into the biggest pout he's had in a while, especially considering that he's playing little short phrases on his sitar.]

I lost my powers again! I'm playing my sitar, and nothing. I don't know if the curse just made me lose them, or if I got switched again. Uh. If there's anyone out there that can do stuff with water, tell me! And I'll show you how to control it. And, I have a craving for ice, I think?

Oh man, I can't even portal! I hate this curse. [Large pout, and he turns the video feed off.]

[/Video Post]

[OoC: Power-swapped with Brian Moser! AKA, Demyx gets no powers today.]

[Action Post]

[If you happen to be strolling through Xanadu, you will notice certain sounds of nature. Wind ruffling through the branches, small animals chittering and chirping, a small stream babbling by.

And, somewhere off in the distance, what sounds like a deep, male voice shouting. Not on top of his lungs, just calling out to seemingly whoever will listen.]

Help, help! Oh, goodness me. I'm oh-so trapped up here in this tower! Won't somebody rescue me from the evil, evil doctor scientist villain? [As you get closer to the voice, you can see that it's coming from up a tree. A tree that is very much not a tower. And the man- you assume- that's making all the commotion is beefy, and wearing a very froofy pink dress with this shoved onto his head. He seems very distressed.]

[/Action Post]

[OoC: Genre swap. He's a princess, waiting for his rescuer, Amu. Who wants to be his captor(s)? ANSWER: EVERYBODY.]

[Delacroix really does not look amused in the slightest as the video turns on. She appears to be in a dressing room, a large mirror at her back where a gender-swapped Karl Fei-Ong is holding up the device.]

Would you put zhat down, Karl? Zhe entire City does not need to be a party to zhis.

No complaining, Mademoiselle. Next outfit.

[Marie offers him her a sneering look, turning on heel and sulking her way back into one of the closed off rooms. She returns in a few minutes, still looking irritated,]

Well?



[[ooc; I am so gay for fashion models. If you happen to be into it too, here's some more sets of outfits: one, two, three, four.]]

[ Arthur smiles lovingly at a black lamppost. ] I would give you a solid 8 out of 10. Your light is a shining example of bravery in the thick of danger and more then one fair maiden has likely taken shelter in the circle of your warmth. [ he pats the sleek, black post with a hearty slap ] Keep it up. With luck and a lot of perseverance, we might make a good knight out of you yet!

[ It only takes another moment before Arthur is walking down the street, admiring a stop sign. Seems like the "Hot or Not" curse has gone just a touch awry. Never fear! He's got more then enough compliments left for the fair folk of the City. He's just trying really hard to give that whole technology thing a try today. ]

( the device tumbles out of ikki’s pocket and onto the ground, clattering against the ground as it quietly whirs to life. when the feed starts, it’s all static and fuzz, the audio drowned by the intense volume of ikki’s voice as he yells in fury, but the video clearly captures him standing in the middle of kazu’s bedroom. there’s something in his hands, and it looks something like roller-skates, but not quite. the audio corrects itself just as he shoves them towards kazu, face alight with fury. )

I can’t fucking believe you! Do I really have to give you same fucking talk I gave Akito?!

No trades! We don’t make trades unless there are no other options!

NO! TRADES!

Where did you—damn it, listen for a second! I didn't trade for anything!

( no, there is no listening happening here. he just tucks the skates underneath his arm and gives kazu a hard push. )

No, you listen! You can’t fucking pull shit like this!

( he stumbles away—half a step, before a hand snaps out to knot in ikki's shirt. and shake him, maybe, until his hearing comes back. )

Why would I trade for them? They're supposed to be back home anyway!

Because you’ve seen the state of my current trecks! Why the hell wouldn’t you?! Only you or Akito would be dumb enough to make some stupid trade for them!

( ikki doesn’t take to that lightly, his own hand grabbing onto kazu’s shoulder as he starts shoving him back towards the wall. he’s trying to corner him, to shove him into a place where he can’t get out. )

So, what, you jumped to me? ( startled, he gives ground, but his grip doesn't yield. ) I wouldn't, all right? I haven't made any more deals after the first one!

You’re too likely of a suspect! ( he huffs, and lets go because, ugh, it has to be akito. he’s been mia lately and kazu is too transparent. it probably wasn’t him, plus nothing seemed to be missing from him. he’s got kazu against the wall already, so his eyes immediately flicker towards the window as a means of escape and finding akito to beat the shit out of him. it takes him two seconds to walk over there, jerk it open and throw himself out the window, all furious thoughts and recklessness.

it’s just too bad he hasn’t put on his trecks yet because there’s nothing to keep him from falling. he lets out a loud yelp and then he’s gone and out of sight. )

( on recording goes a noise like an incredibly tragic cross between a choke and a sneeze because what the fuck, ikki. as Kazu sort of. scrambles to the sill. )

Kaaazzzzuuuuu.

( comes the pathetic whine from the wall ledge, one of ikki’s hands holding onto it desperately to keep himself from falling and splattering against the pavement like some sort of suicide jumper. he’s got his trecks cradled protectively between his arm and body, refusing to risk damaging them in even the slightest manner. )

Fuck. Help me up!

( the longest of all silences. kazu reaches out, all the same. )

... this better not be a jinx on the rest of the month.

(( ooc: ikki is royal blue & kazu is firebrick red. also, backdated to the 1st. replies either from kazu, ikki, or a combo of both. ))

These weekends are always so peculiar. Although, really, more fun than most of the things that tend to happen around here.

[ooc: yay, I Cannot Tell A Lie, but he doesn't know yet. Please pretend this was earlier. one day back-timing won't happen. maybe.]