[Rain's holding the device to show everyone the rainbow of colors around her head like a halo.]

Isn't this pretty!

It's such a wonderful day and everything is bright and shiny and nice and the flowers are starting to bloom and the birds are singing and now this!

I'm like a rainbow flower!


[Rain's cursed with Find a Rainbow Day.]

Auuuuugh—!

( that's the first word that the device manages to record as it clicks to life from a very clumsy swipe of ikki's hand. it's obviously resting on the counter, camera pointed directly onto ikki. . . and what he was doing.

actually. what the fuck was he doing? because it really looks like ikki is in an apron, and a pastel pink one at that, with his hair tied back with a dark skull-print bandanna. one might think why he even bothered, his hair was still a mess and it did nothing to help revive his manliness from that horrible pink cloth nightmare he's got on over his clothes. he's about wrist deep in dishes until— )

Wha-What the fuck. Is that— ( he sighs, very hard and very forced. )

How do I keep finding these things? What does she even do with them. . .?

( there's a moment's pause before ikki fishes out a very lovely pair of lacy underwear from the sink. he spends a moment staring at them, before stepping away and towards the device to place it into one of the little piles he had started on the kitchen counter.

then he notices. the device is on. )

Whoa—!! Holy shit, when did this damn thing turn on?!

( the last thing the feed catches is a good shot of ikki's hand before turning it off. )

((ooc: ikki traded away his memories for the time being! ))

[The feed snaps on to a shot of Karl. He looks perfectly neat and well-dressed. Sane, even. But his left eyebrow keeps twitching. Pursing his lips, he tosses his hair back from his eyes, and opens his mouth. Anyone who knows Karl expects him to break into a spiteful rant about 'Puny Humans' or 'The Worthless City'. Perhaps a charming comment about blood, entrails, dead babies, and the joys therein.]

[Instead, what emerges is:]

AY, YO - WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WIT' CHOO, CITY? Don' be tryin' no bubble-poppin'; you bitches gon' be balled up! Ya gots 'til midnight to set me straight, and I'ma low it.  Else I'ma put that smack-a-lackin' on ya. We straight thug nasty. We ain't taking shit from nobody, ya' mean?
...

[Pause. Blink. Scowl. His left eyebrow twitches worse.]

Bravo, City. 

How am I supposed to conduct any business, if even I don't understand what I'm saying? Unless there are translators who understand this gibberish. 

[Reaching to shut off the device.]

If there are any, I demand your services for today. Until then - peace out, yo. Keep it trill.

[And he nearly brings up two fingers to make deuces, before catching himself with a smothered growl. Wow. Look at his eyebrow twitch. Muttering between gritted teeth, Karl snaps the device shut. Translators, feel free to get in touch!]


[OOC; Hit with Lost in Translation, Karl is cursed to spit disses like a Gangsta. (Or maybe a Wanksta?) He has no clue what half the words spilling out of his mouth mean. And it's weirding the eff out of him. Help a vampire out, City! :|b]

[Video:]

[The video feed turns on to reveal one annoyed sinner as he is tapping his index finger onto the kitchen counter. Oh, he's going to be addressing one person and one person only at first and you know who you are son.]

Have you even properly eaten today? You're becoming paler by the day. Quit fooling around on the net and come have your meal.

And that goes for you as well, citizens. Go out and do something like wreak havoc rather than staying indoors all day, playing with your device.

[ooc; Aion is horribly cursed with Parents day today~! XDD Come bug him if you'd like to be treated as his kid :l b]

[ The feed opens on plush bedding, the low angle obscuring the people in the bed-- the device seems to be propped up on a nightstand. The sheets rustle as someone stretches and yawns before sitting up, clutching the blanket to his chest. ...Wait, his?

The man has strawberry blond hair and long limbs with long fingers, evident as he rubs a hand over his face. It's at this point that he realizes something is wrong. ]

What the... [ Apparently surprised at the sound of his voice, he claps a hand over his mouth and tentatively places the other at his throat, finding an Adam's apple. His eyes go wide. Trying not to disturb the other (still sleeping) occupant of the bed, he leans into a position where he can see himself in the mirror. The face reflected back at him is even more shocked than before as his fingers poke and pinch his skin. A half-curious, half-scared look unfolds, and he carefully lifts up the sheet to peer underneath. Terrified by what he's seen, he curls up into a ball and pulls the covers over his head, shaking.

At no point does he realize he's been broadcasting. ]



[ ooc: Pepper's a man today! Replies will be coming from gingerpotts ]

[There's a much smaller blond than the one usually seen from this apartment background, wandering around with a pout.]

Sara? Where'd you go, Sara?! [His expression turns into a more determined, angry look rather fast. And he's not looking for his parents.... Yeah. That's not going to change anytime soon. He opens a closet.]

Are you playing hide 'n' seek? [Slams the door shut in annoyance.] It's not funny if you are! I wanted to go to the park with you, today! Sara?!

SARA!!

[And then he looks around, troubled.] This isn't home.... Where am I?

Midgard is so boring. Mortals are so boring. I want to go back to Asgard now but Heimdall is not heeding my calls.

Until he does, entertain me. (B|) Or I hope you captors are prepared to feel the wrath of Odin himself when he realizes that I'm gone, you know. I've just been acting alright with all of this to spare you, you know.

[Rose is sitting on a blanket on a patch of grass with a basket of chips and a bottle of fizzy drink next to her. She's got a pair of wayfarer sunglasses on, a pair of shorts and a Beatles tee shirt on. Her face is tilted up to the sun a bit, a big smile on her face.]

I miss seein' different planets and different people. I miss that moment before you open the TARDIS doors when you don't know what's on the other side. Everything inside you is bubbly and giddy. I miss stepping out into a brand new place. There's nothin' I don't miss 'bout travelin' in the TARDIS...but here's got it's own sorta bubbly and giddy. With the curses, you never know what you're goin' to wake up to so there's a moment, lying in bed with your eyes closed that's a bit like that moment before you open the TARDIS doors. It's brilliant, this City. Good chips too. Not quite as good as the ones in London, but close.

[ooc: Rose is cursed with can not tell a lie. Talk to her on the network or feel free to wander by and cop a squat with her.]

[Well, waking up feeling unnaturally cold today was the first sign that something wasn't right and that she was likely cursed. Though it took her quite a while simply to wake up, it took even longer to realize she wasn't in her own body. Seeing the brown hair fall in front of her, it didn't even faze her. She had brown hair once, and well, she thought it was rather fun. It wasn't even until she miraculously made it to a bathroom and saw herself in front of a mirror that she realized what had happened]

Carla?

[No... this was her... she had swapped bodies with her, hadn't she? After a moment, she realized she had been here before. She helped Carla to her house when she was sick. Going to get her device, she grabs it, but is unable to even keep a grip on it as it falls back on the nightstand, turning on. She tries to grab it once more, but once again, it falls out of her hands. But she gives up at this point because...]

Oh, I'm so hungry...

((ooc: Estelle and Carla have body swapped! Video is good, action for Mr. Blonde, also action for anyone else as she will be likely wandering the City, more than likely at a random restaurant to quell this unnatural hunger, if you'd like to run into her! All tags will come from unhealed))

[Neil can be seen sitting at a table, writing something on a pad of paper, a glass of water mostly empty beside him. He's in the kitchen of his apartment and dirty dishes can be seen stacked on the counter behind him. He's writing quickly and murmuring quietly to himself as he does so. Once a page has been filled, he tears it off and keeps going. What the heck is he doing? Some of his murmuring can be heard.]

Okay, that's done... I think... Okay one more... Shit, I forgot about this one...

[And so it continues. Yes, Neil has the Listmania Curse and he can't seem to stop...]

—Ah, I got one!!

[ He leaves off the for once, but the way he says that makes it obvious it should be there.

The camera angle is skewed from him just knocking the device out of the way as he grabbed the rod to start reeling in his fish.

Which must be a pretty big one from the way he's wrestling with his rod with both hands, like he's trying to just hold onto it as he reels it in. The rod itself is surprisingly unbent given the amount of effort Tyr is putting in. ]

Klarth, give me a hand!


[ ooc: Lowest Common Denominator this grab bag. Tyr is as strong as a butterfly. :|b Feel free to run into him at the beach! ]

Who here is good with bandages? [Don't mind Charlie or the very good view of the scar on the back of her left arm. Which is bleeding in spots. Nothing bad. Just enough to annoy Charlie which at the moment isn't that difficult, all things considered.] I usually am decent at it, but I just cannot get one on the right spot. This is the most awkward...[She's trying to bend her shoulder enough to see the re-opened scar but can't quite manage it and reaching to put the bandage on is also proving difficult.] This is bullshit.

[And she reaches to shut the device off.]

[A certain pink-haired princess is looking rather mussed and irritable as she glowers at the camera. Fascinatingly enough, she seems to be tied to a chair, the device on a side table, and when she speaks it's apparent that something is not quite right here,]

Your friends have the most interesting [Sneered sharply.] sense of hospitality, Bunny.


[[ooc; Here's some info. This is a catch-all post for *all* Estelle!Carla needs. Forward date or backdate your threads as you'd like. I am studying for finals this weekend, so I may be a bit slow, but I am backtagging machine so, don't despair?! Replies will come from another_castle. Action for the Vesperia (& Co) folks. Do as you will, really.]]

I keep wondering if there's a reason these crazy everything-curses happen kinda regularly and...the other ones don't. I mean, I guess it's not exactly that, since it's a bunch of curses just all at once. But isn't it the only kind of thing that keeps happening in, you know, a way we can expect?

Sometimes I wonder if there's not just Deities but a machine attached to the clock or the carousel or something, something they use. Like...like an oven. You make a cake, but deities make curses uhhhh okay maybe that doesn't work but you know what I mean, right? So for one curse you put one thing in and for another you put something else, but for a ton of curses you just throw everything into the oven.

I mean...after all this time I still don't get it - the curses, I'd say some of them are fun even if other ones are pretty awful. Someone told me they thought it was maybe that the City kinda runs on upsetting people. [ ,_, pause ] But that doesn't explain the nice things - like the cake falling out of the sky day, or being turned into a little kid. I always have fun on those days. [ ...perhaps not so much for his poor bro/keeper.... ] And there was a school one - a few times - and I don't even usually like school but it was kinda fun anyway...

Just thinking, I guess. Who made this place? There's gotta be some kind of reason for it, right?

[ Pause... ]

Riku get out of that shoe...

[ CLICK! ]

[Have a good look at a mostly naked Demon Lord of Hell in his human body. Kira's sitting on the bed, has a towel around his waist and nothing else. Nice view, all in all, if not for the fact that he's also bleeding. There's a blood mark on his torso and it's not looking pretty right now, fresh red liquid dripping from it down his body, to be caught by the towel.

It doesn't seem to bother him too much, he just leans back against the wall and takes a drag from his cigarette, then blows the smoke out slowly. It's then that he noticed the device being on and he quickly picks it up. The feed ends, but is resumed a few seconds later, only Kira's face visible now.]

These devices do like to get switched on randomly, huh? Show's over.

I do have a couple of questions, though. One, are there any theories about why some are more often affected by curses than others?

And two, any decent babysitters out there?


[Private to Raphael.]

It's appreciated.


[Private to Rosiel and Katan.]

What we discussed still holds true?


[Private to Luke.]

Setsuna told me. Thanks, I'm back to being around.

Anything else you need?




[ooc: Also real life apologies for my lack of reaction to posts and my general slowness, my body's currently at war with me, but I think I'm winning.]

[--aaaan we zoom in to the perfect breakfast picture: a toaster, ruined beyond repair (someone has been punching it, but most importantly, it shortcircuited), and a metal knife, burnt beside it. The black ash on the counter? Sif's breakfast.

The scowl on her face? It isn't there. She's grinning. So widely.] I just love the fact that I cannot seem to grasp the most trivial instruction when it comes to this machine. Don't dig the bread out with a metal knife, yes, how logical! [:) :) :)

Grinning is starting to hurt.] Pepper, I will replace this one as soon as I can. [Her eye twitches a little, but nope, the grin is forever there.] Provided I don't throw it out the window first!

[ooc; Anti-Angst Day; even though so far it's just frustration that she's feeling. Lots and lots of it.]

[The video opens up with a shot of Alisha’s tits from above, if anyone’s familiar enough with her anatomy to recognise them. She is dressed, but being Alisha her top still gives a generous view. “Alisha” puts the device down on the table. She appears to be eating breakfast with Nathan.

“Nathan” looks like the sexy bastard he is. He’s wearing the tightest little shorts (which is probably very Nathan of him) and no shirt at all. He’s standing over by the sink, moving his arm up and down to see the non-existent muscles at work there.

“Alisha” takes a big mouthful of cereal before speaking, milk dribbling down her chin.]

You know, they don’t look so good from up here. I’m starting to see why girls never feel good about themselves.

[ “Nathan” turns around and glares. Look at that skinny chest and one pack! He’s so skin and bones, no wonder no one wants to shag him. ] Could you be anymore fucking disgusting? Stop looking at my tits and stop eating like you’re the retard that you are!

Pervert.

[ “Alisha” pulls a face, letting a wad of half-chewed cereal fall out of her-- or, okay-- his mouth. It’s probably fairly obvious there’s a curse at work here, and Nathan and Alisha are not in their rightful bodies. “Nathan” looks disgusted, which, with his face, looks sort of like surprise or constipation. Alisha isn’t quite sure yet. ]

I’m not the one walking around next to naked. Did you come over like that, or did you just strip off in the hallway?

[ Classic Alisha eyeroll in the form of Nathan’s sexy green eyes. ] How is me coming in with only my undies any different from what you do? [ Consider the (furralicious) eyebrow cocked. ] Still has the same scarring effect.

[Nathan-in-Alisha shrugs, giving his real body an appreciative look,] Ordinarily I’d make some sort of comment about your boyfriend here, but after what I saw this morning I’ve got to admit he’s not too bad. If I wasn’t a lesbian I probably would’ve gone for it.

[ “Nathan’s” lip curls in what can only be absolute disgust. ] You’re disgusting. You’re not coming into my flat anymore, either. My arse is so itchy. [ This could be a lie, you never know. But being in Nathan’s body has caused some allergic reaction for Alisha. It’s probably because he’s such a wanker. ]

[Which just provokes raised eyebrows from the real Nathan.] Would you like me to come over there and scratch it for you?

I want you nowhere near me. [ Which is hilarious, since he’s in her. “Nathan” will scratch his bum, possibly pulling at the tiny shorts he is wearing. ] Dick. [ … ] What the fuck do you wash these with? I need to change. This underwear is giving me a fucking rash.

I don’t know, do I? Washing powder. [There’s pause in which “Alisha” shrugs, and another mouthful of cereal is taken,] Whatever, man. Your knickers are really comfortable. We should switch more often.

( ooc | body swap! nathan will be replying as awkwards and alisha will be designedtoparty. backdated to first thing saturday morning. )