Anyone know what bug's loose in the City, 'cause one of 'em crawled up Jack Bloody Harkness' arse today. Three hours of sleep before he was getting me up and tossing me out with no explanation? Not acceptable.

... I need another cuppa.

[Anna is very much cursed today, though one might be hard-pressed to realize this, as when she turns the video on and sets it up to record, it is very clear that she is lying on a bed with an orange kitten.]

Biscuit, mon amour.

[She tickles the little thing's chin affectionately, lips puckering briefly to kiss its tiny pink nose when the cat lifts it curiously. She continues murmuring nonsense and baby talk to her furry companion in French, all of it soft and incredibly affectionate, stroking him lazily. Eventually, she directs his attention over to the camera and everyone on the network gets a closeup of adorable kitten face.]

I hope everyone is well today.

[Anna is doing spectacularly today, and she picks the kitten up to let him nestle onto her chest. Maybe they will take a nap together before it's time for Anna to head back to the hospital.]



[[ooc; Anna's goal for the month was to go visit Ariadne and Biscuit, and she accomplished it. Fuck yes she did.]]

I was trying to find my radio station because I found this little...machine, I guess (Tony, maybe you can explain what it is?) that's like a portable radio, but it runs on a battery and I can jog with it, but I don't really know how it works.

The only thing it'll play is a station with modern music and the lyrics are kind of...is it old-fashioned to prefer the Andrews Sisters and Glen Miller?

[ooc: Steve has an iPod he thinks is a radio, purchased used, so some songs remain on it. Someone help him out!]

Riff, I'm going out. I've an appointment to keep and something I must have from it. I've something to get and I will have it. You'd understand, Riff, but I don't think anyone else would.

Don't bother keeping the kettle hot and don't wait up for me.

A few calm days and it's a wonder how much one can manage to do.

~C.

[ooc: What what what? No, it's not what you think (maybe). He's actually buying and selling poisons--or trading, or making deals, or possibly going to start up with his opium sales again. Either way: his big goal right now? Add to the collection. Mmm obsession... Also!! No filters because he's feeling bold and going for broke.]

I've had an old friend on my mind, since the weekend. I've only had two teachers in my life, he was one of them. When I was sixteen, he taught me how to paint. The first man I ever respected, the first person I trusted implicitly. He might be the only.

[He isn't.]

He let me leave. I wish he hadn't and I haven't seen him in a decade. I don't think he'd recognize me now.

[It might be a familiar face to some, a stranger to others, but the fountain behind Angela is somebody everybody should know by now.]

That was cool. Giving me a little vacation before dragging me back here, after a few years of me wanting nothing but to go home. Thanks and no thanks. You could have at least told me that somebody else moved into my old apartment before I went peeking in there. I have seen parts of an old man nobody should ever see. And what's worse is that he repainted the walls plain white. Just awful.

[She grimaces and turns away from the device, looking like she has seen forever and it now cannot be unseen. It was that bad, guys.]

So anybody I still know here? Would be nice if you guys would give a holler and made me feel a little better about being stuck here again.

Busy day. Busy day! So much accomplished though. Can't complain about business when there are such obvious signs of accomplishments. I like the obvious. Easier to understand. Fewer unanswered questions. Not that the mysterious doesn't have it's appeal as well. All to say that I guess it really just depends on the flavor of the day.

Today feels like an obvious day... maybe with cherries... and chocolate.

But I digress.

Gwen! Come super secret knock on the door and see your surprise. Do we have a super secret knock? We should have one. They're probably good to have... in theory. Not to mention the fun.



ooc: voice post but action for Gwen!

[Thanks to this man's post, Raikov wants food. When doesn't he? But not just any food will suffice... Oh no, not at all.

The Russian leans towards the camera, narrowing his pretty teal-colored eyes]

I want chocolate cherry cake and I want it fresh. Someome bake it for me now.