[ the feed clicks on to an extreme close-up of curtis’ face. say hello to his gorgeous brown eye! hear alisha laughing? curtis, of course, did not say something funny just then. ] Quit moving. I want proof of this. [ she lowers the camera to, oh, what is this? ladies and gentlemen, is curtis donovan smiling? ]

Piss off, Alisha. [ but curtis is kind of laughing, too, pushing the camera out of his face and, maybe, trying to snatch it from her hold.

because why should everyone be looking at him when she’s so dolled up? ]

Ain’t nothing to have proof of. Stop that.

[ she refuses to listen, sliding a little on the chair so she can get him in his full gear. he’s wearing a nice purple shirt and khaki pants. in his lap is a loaf of bread alisha dumped there; they’re at the park, feeding the ducks - which can be seen when alisha flickers the camera to the lake and sees said ducks. ] You’re smiling. Your face looks funny. [ cackle cackle. ]

No it don’t. [ but he’s still smiling. he even reaches to grab the red, lace-trim umbrella she bought for this occasion of feeding the ducks and loosely swings it, reaching a hand out to snatch it again, this time with higher hopes of succeeding. ]

Hey, watch where you’re swinging that! [ do you want to kill her or something? she reaches for it, and may have loosened her grip on the phone just a little for curtis to snatch it … have a nice shot of his purple coloured chest. boy looks fine.

and he grabs it and scoots away from her just to give everyone a full shot of her beautiful dress. now he’s really laughing. ]

This is what Alisha looks like when she decides it’s worth dressing up.

[ see alisha roll her eyes. ] I found something worth dressing up for. And it’s not you, prick. [ said affectionately, btw. and she’ll steer his hands to focus on the ducks. watch a piece of bread fly at them - alisha has poor aim - and the feed will abruptly click off to her laughter. ]

( ooc | alisha and curtis. expect both to tag you like morons. )

" Nothing just happens. Every event has a meaning, some sort of message, you just have to listen closely to hear it. "

 It's strange what you remember when you have the time, but it seemed appropriate.

Why were we brought here and who are the deities? How does this City exist and for what purpose?  I've been here for over two months, and I've yet to find any answers.   [ How is that any different than usual? ]  But recent events have made me realize that... nothing is just arbitrary. Between completely disparate circumstances we find hidden connections. You just have to listen closely to hear it.

We're not here out of happenstance.  We're here for a reason and we need to find out why.

[ Reasons, rather. Both personal and shared. ]

I'm looking for three things:

To anyone who remembers, I'd appreciate if you could tell me about any events that stood out to you. Similar to when the City turned to sand. Anything that seemed relatively abnormal, beyond the usual curses?

And to the people who've returned to your worlds and come back, I'd also like to speak to you.

Lastly, I'd like to speak with any scientists, particularly those familiar with physics and cosmology.

Thank you.

Lu, I'm expecting you to report in right now. It looks like our tasteless killer with a flare for Shakespeare has struck again and I would prefer to know that you're not Ophelia or the dear queen.

Better yet, anyone who has seen Lucy should tell me. I'll even be kind enough to leave out witty quips about your person in exchange for information.