[The video turns on for a moment, showing Sephiroth covered in blood. Even his hair is dark with it. It's hardly possible to tell that its true color is silver. One thing that is quite evident is the look of annoyance on his (blood-splattered) face.

So many people have had to die... In war, and in peacetime, if peace was what it could be called, as it seemed there was unrest always. He didn't need this reminder. He was no murderer, no butcher. He fought with honor. Casualties were always better avoided.

The device is a bit tricky to worry when one's hands are sticky with blood, but Sephiroth realizes the error in turning on the video function almost at once and turns it off, switching to the audio function.]]

These curses seem like little more than cruel jokes at times.

[After a pause, he asks:]

I wonder if someone would be willing to assist me with my chocobo.


[[OOC: backdated to the 1st; Sephiroth is cursed with "Out, Damned Spot"; sorry, I have been out of town.]]

[Setsuna has been too busy feeling like "the world's biggest jerk" to pay attention to his surroundings, granted, he's oblivious often enough anyway. So, he has no clue he's been stalked for the past day or so while he mopes. He plans to go back to the apartment he shares with Kira at some point, but first...he's going to make a bigger fool out of himself.]

I hope no one outside of it got involved in that fight.

Look, Raphael, Kira-senpai, I'm really sorry about the other day. I didn't actually want to do any of that. And Katan, sorry as well. It probably weirded you out. And Rosiel...fuck. [He runs a hand through his hair.] You're probably really confused now, but that was all just the curse talking. I'm not trying to switch sides or anything like that.

[Dammit! He actually feels really sorry for Rosiel. First you're on his side, then you're not! So which is it, Setsuna? Don't mind the shadow creeping up on you, by the way.]

I'm really sor-

[A hand can be seen just on the edge of the screen. For a moment, before it connects with the back of Setsuna's head.] Stop being an idiot and let me look at your hand. [Displeased Kira-senpai is annoyed, as can be seen by the scowl on his face now that it's actually seen on the screen.] It was a virus. Don't be pathetic.

[Setsuna puts a hand to rub the offended area, and looks back up at Kira with a look of pain, first, then shock, then slight irritation.] What the hell is with sneaking up behind me like that? [Then he gets a good look at Kira's face. Kira looks pretty ticked off. And it's probably time for a conversation that is none of the City's business. With that, he shuts the feed off before things go any further.]

[ooc: back dated to yesterday morning please. Body switch with captainfuckingmagic]



[The person standing in the video is most definitely not Lucy. In fact, it's Harry. He grins, bites his bottom lip and rests his chin in one hand. He has already been caught up on the whole body switch thing]

So.

Morning wood, not just a myth made up by guys who want to have morning sex. Or maybe it's a whole chicken and egg thing. In which case, I can assure everyone that the egg came first. The chicken is the sex in this scenario.

Harry, I was going to shave your face but your face is not like my legs so in interest of not cutting it to ribbons, you are stubbley today.

[Hello, City. Have you missed this little fireball? Well good because he's back and looking down at his device from high up, wings flared out behind him.

Today he's filtered this from his brother and the Fairy Queen because one is someone he doesn't want to talk to and the other is stupid. You decide which is which.

For now he is just going to shout at the top of his lungs.]

OI CITY!

[There. You awake now.]

Ya all have been without me around to watch your sorry asses! Well guess what? The most wonderful Michael-sama is back!

AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT EITHER!

[ City, you might want to look away if you're prone to motion sickness, because the video turns on just as one Dr. Leonard McCoy is falling into the fountain. Instead of going straight down into the water, however, there's a loud THUNK and a loud, obviously pained swear word as the video tilts to the side, catching a droplet of red falling down into the fountain.

There's more movement before one hand finally grabs the device and turns it. Hello, City. Anyone remember him? He didn't have a large gash from slamming his head on the fountain last time (one hand is covering it, but it's pretty obvious), but his scowl, at least, should be familiar. ]

I hate that thing.

[ Then there's a pause and a slight frown. ]

I've been here before. Why do I feel like there should be Christmas music?

((ooc: Bones is back! His memory of his previous time in the City is a bit fuzzy at the moment, not at all helped by the fact that he has slammed his head on the fountain and is now bleeding into it. Whoops.))

You know considering yesterday was April Fool's Day, I'm kind of surprised I didn't wake up with green hair or a badly forged breakup note or I don't know-

Looking like my twin (is that redundant?) or something.

Meanwhile, Thor, uh, buddy, do you usually hibernate like that?

Also, uh, so, Todd, Neil, you guys still need a director?

[ The device has fallen out of someone's pocket--most likely Ray or Pig's--and is broadcasting a rather gruesome scene: among the shouts and the cries of all three involved and the chaos that ensues, it's fairly obvious.

Stephen Stills is on the pavement of an alley way, curled up and bleeding, and a teenage Raymond Leon is currently using all of his strength to keep Pig from landing another kick to the older man's ribs. It's not exactly a pretty sight--especially since Pig manages to get free and land the heel of his boot directly onto Stephen's elbow, smashing him as hard as he could and spitting. ]

You realize Pig, Pig be King o' this fucking place and you be get what you want, eh? Less you want more, foxy?!

[ The question doesn't have to be answered--Pig's going in for Stephen once more, laughter spilling from his lips. He's enjoying this. ]

So... I was cursed into being a kid again this weekend, and I did a lot of pretty bad things. A lot.

To anyone I tried to harass, or fight, or steal from, or anything else: I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. That's not who I am, I swear.

[And now for a few personal messages:]

( filtered to Ariadne )
I'm sorry for trying to mug you. And...everything else that happened. Sorry.

( filtered to Stephen )
I've been trying to track down Pig ever since I came back to my senses. You have my deepest apologies for what happened. If there's anything I can do... Really, just name it.

( filtered to Mr. Orange )
You got a few minutes to talk?

[Charlie's in Xanadu again. And looking amused which is unusual for her after a curse weekend. She has a journal, clearly new if it still has the wrap on it, and a pen she's picking the wrapper off of a bit at a time. And she's well aware the device is on.]

Well, my weekend was interesting. I was a wolf one day and then married the next. And I had an older brother. Not too shabby, really. How was everyone else's weekend?