I am going to assume that we are all finished with the tabloid trash that was going around yesterday. A relief since I'm sure plenty of it was false.

Filtered to Ken, Buffy, and Eagle

Be careful out there right now. There's a killer out there who seems to have a fondness for Shakespeare plays. I don't want you getting caught up in this.

Hey.

I'm bored.

One of my gang get your asses over here and we can go hunt monsters or something. Yer all cool enough for that and ya know who ya are.

[He shrugs a bit and looks over at the entrance to the Underground. He can easily go alone but...but...he wants a friend to go with him, okay? So clearly that means that Raphael, Charlie, or Ken need to come.

Yep. Perfect logic.]

So hurry up.

**http://i.imgur.com/l7rLF.png

Because (surprisingly) he had a following, thought you lot would like to know.


( (Millennium filter/Aion) )


**pic from http://forourqueen.dreamwidth.org/profile

You assholes gossip like bitches in heat.

And seriously did we have to actually see some of the shit that came up? People get on my fucking case for my language and not for the fucking guy on guy pornography?

Yadda yadda curse yadda yadda. Fuck this shit, man. I have a couch to detoxify.

Neil's gone home.

He wasn't here when I came home from the hospital, but I thought maybe-


I checked the hall.

[There's somewhat of a long pause, before the feed suddenly cuts off.]

Thank you all for making the Spring Festival go over so well whether you worked on it or just attended. I think we should do it again next year. [She hopes she's here next year. And the year after that and the year after that...]

I also had a question for everyone. What are you most grateful for? It's a big question. I know. And there are so many things if you really think about it, but what means the most to you or would be the hardest to lose? [She's been thinking about this a lot ever since the curse that brought people back to life. Especially once she decided what she was going to do.]

[Private to Yuri]
I'm making a trade. I'm not sure what they'll want. I have some ideas. I just wanted you to know what happened if anything is strange.

[Deity Filter]
Excuse me. I was wondering if I could make a trade.

[video]

[ Although the video seems focused and intentional, it seems, somewhat oddly, focused on a fish tank (and among the aquarium decorations, there's a little blue box). There's a little splashing sound and then you can see the Doctor, his face distorted through the water, because he's on the opposite side of the glass from the device. ]

That gold one [ he points ] seems the most jumpy. Think I'm going to call it Jenny.

[ Coming around to the other side so he isn't so distorted, the Doctor picks up the device and puts it almost right up along the glass, like some kind of really weird nature documentary. He speaks off-screen, the camera following the fish as they go about their dull days. ]

Feeling a bit like a fish in a bowl myself. [ The camera pulls back enough so you can see him put a finger on the glass. The fish don't notice. ] Not that they notice. Or care. That's the beauty of being a fish: living in the moment. It's always the same moment to them. Never gets dull that way. They wouldn't even try to eat me. [ He might sound the smallest bit disappointed. ]

[ The video flicks off abruptly and voice remains for just a second. ] Going out, I think. Don't wait up, Rose. Get some sleep.

[ ooc: Open for action around the City if you'd like. ]

[The video shows a brightly-light room, currently occupied only by Chekov (alert and chipper in spite of the late hour) and a machine on the coffee table that looks like someone's attempt to meld a computer and a microwave. The mangled electronic(s?) is clearly not the topic of this network broadcast.]

I have been thinking about the City--why it is here, who controls it truly, what powers are capable of plucking us from our own dimensions and placing us here without a detectible temporal ripple. After a month, all I can conclude is that it would be foolish to conclude much of anything other than the following: the City is strange and illogical. The stars do not move in an ascertainable pattern, I can see nothing that dictates when a curse will or will not strike an individual, the gods are crazy...

[He sighs in his usual overdone fashion--a good indicator that he's not all that frustrated--and then smiles.]

But the company is good. When I read on the network, that is what I see the most. The curses are bad, the City is terrible, we are all trapped... but the company is good.

Oh--speaking of good company, if you have not met Doctor McCoy, I think that you should. He is from my world and not only is he one of the best doctors in Starfleet, but he is also exceedingly personable and eager to meet new people.

[Anyone who is at all versed in the art of reading Chekov's facial expressions will know that this is Not True and he doesn't mean it in the least. He then hops back to something resembling seriousness.]

But I was worried, when I came here, that I would not function well in the City. It is difficult to imagine living for months or years in a place--learning all that there is to learn, meeting people and building a new life among them--with the knowledge that it will disappear. I cannot imagine living possibly years of my life only to forget them. I think, though, that no one forgets when they leave, not wholly. That is not how the brain works. We must retain something of the City even after we return home...

[This seems to be wandering into more serious territory than Chekov cares to explore. He pulls a face and moves to cut the video feed.]

But I should not talk out loud after thinking too much. These are, I am sure, all thoughts that have been on the network before. I have to share them, sometimes, because there is only room for so many thoughts in my head at once.

[The feed ends abruptly.]