[ The device kicks on to show nothing but concrete, a still, close-up shot of what's likely one of the City's streets for a long moment before it's actually given attention -- Cobb's body can then be seen in flashes of fabric while he fiddles with it, something that's pretty ... annoying to watch, to be frank. So, enjoy that.

His breathing is picked up by the microphone on the thing upon being brought a tad closer to his face, and while it's not ragged, exactly, it's shallow; clearly that of someone who's under a fair bit of stress. It's safe to say that he's Not. Happy. about the current circumstances, and this is also proved further when it occurs to Dom that the device is recording and a glimpse of his face can be caught as he turns it over in his hand, attempting to find an off-switch of sorts.

On instead comes the audio - even though his charges were supposed to have been dropped, it's probably not the best of ideas for wanted fugitives to make video recordings. ]

I seem to have lost my bearings. [ ... or, quite possibly, his mind. ] Information of any kind would be much appreciated.

Next time I run into someone acting like a weirdo on a curse day, you're getting knocked out. No questions asked.

[ooc; link may be nsfw! This post is backdated to approx. 1 am.]

 video;

Back to normal. The relative kind.

[Having no pockets to speak of, he sort of just holds a bundle of clothes down low. Oh and man's the network device one handed. His cane is sort of missing in action.]

I have to say that many of you are more devious than I previously suspected.

[Limping walk continues. This isn't a walk of shame though some would say that it is quite shameful...or shameless. Consider the source.]

[There is a huff; Steve has just finished his run. He going to sit as he fumbles with his Network device]

Does anyone feel cold?

[There's a pause and a whine - that's the dog nudging Steve's leg]

Hey, are you cold?

[She just whines again.]

Does anyone know if there's a curse today?

[And then there's silence, and a bark, and then another one, and Crepe is barking like crazy.]


[ooc: Cap went home for a canon update - he'll be back next week! No replies directly to this from him but feel free to talk amongst yourselves here]

Seems like I owe a fair amount of tea and dinner dates and no boyfriend around to feel jealous about them.

[But there is a rather overprotective brother, but that's not the point.]

So let's get my schedule in order, shall we? I've put off some of these long enough, I reckon!

 [A list is posted! Oops, that was supposed to be an unset text.]

milk
Captain Crunch
lighter fluid
Marlboros
Chesterfields
eggs
canned chili
canned spaghetti
canned chowder
bacon
bread
vienna sausages
fruit--?

[Voice:]

Another rather crazy weekend over and the start of a brand new month. [He gives a soft sigh.] I'm dreading it already despite being spared from this last one.

Ah, speaking of which, I've meant to ask the citizens. Are there any records or research perhaps you've performed on the carousel or the clock tower in the past? If you have, I would like a little of your time if I may.

Also, if anyone is in need of a room, I have several available for those interested. Feel free to contact me here. Thank you.

Hey, Tyr! Pork, chicken, or red bean buns? Which one do you want? I'll buy you two...

[ ooc; In which Riou is out in the market, buying buns for Tyr. Now, feel free to ask why Tyr can't buy his own buns and he'll tell you guys honestly that Tyr was stuffed under the bed over the weekend and is now sick. :D ]

Wait, how is it Monday?!

Creepy time warp? Or did I forget something?


...And how messed up is it that creepy time warp is the answer that worries me less?


[ooc; backdated to earlier today! 'Fatigue Day' all weekend 8)]

Well, it is with no small degree of pleasure that I am able to inform all interested parties that, despite any number of setbacks the City has provided - the most recent of which being tribbles with a considerable appetite for circuitboards - my vehicle is now prepared for initial testing.

Since a number of individuals had previously expressed interest in witnessing the tests firsthand, I thought it best to issue this update. I would be delighted to allow any of the friends that I have made in my months here to witness the experiment, if they are so inclined.

You don't have to be here long to know a lot of weird things happen. Weird things, bad things, really bad things. Things that couldn't happen at home, mine and most of yours. What gets to me is this; how do I know I'm not dreaming? How do I know I'm not someone else's dream? Maybe the beer's always fresh and cold because I want it to be.

I know I probably don't post to the network like I should--keep up with things, tell everyone what's going on in my life, things like that--but the City's just so weird that I can't ever think of anything to say if I'm not replying to someone else. 

What do you post after a ship sinks and people who're really important to you kind-of-die?  "Hey, sorry you guys froze to death and drowned.  That totally sucked.  It's cool that you're alive, though!"  Or when there's a crazy Shakespeare serial killer running around?  "So I heard that a couple more people were murdered in really awful ways.  I even knew one of them.  Bummer, right?"  What about when you spend the weekend being a completely disgusting... rotting... thing?  "Sorry for not coming out of my room.  My body decided to go all zombie today and I thought it'd be better to stay in.  I would've posted, but a couple of my fingers fell off.  It's okay, though, because everything went back to normal at midnight on Sunday."

I mean, what do you even say?

Also, that zombie-rotting thing was completely true.  I don't know if that curse is supposed to make us dead people think about how we're not really alive or if it's just meant to gross us out.  The grossing out was a complete success... not so much the first one.  I don't know about anyone else who's dead, but I'm pretty okay with it.  It happens to everyone, right?  I'm pretty lucky, I think--I get to hang out here instead of going wherever it is people go when they die. 

Oh!  Totally unrelated, but what do you guys think about cards for City-related occasions?  I know I've talked to a couple people about this, but what do the rest of you think?  Do we need sorry-about-what-I-did-during-that-curse, thanks-for-taking-care-of-my-body-when-we-body-swapped, congratulations-on-living-here-for-so-many-years-without-going-crazy, or I-heard-you-died-and-that's-horrible-but-I'm-glad-you're-better cards?  I don't want to make the stuff that happens here any less important, but there're just some occasions that call for cards.  Tacky?  Inspired idea?

Seriously.  I think this could be a thing.


[ooc: I'm being a jerk.  Posting and running.  I'll play catch-up with all of the things tomorrow, and my apologies to anyone waiting on me!]

Does anyone know how to get crayon off a wall?

...and markers.

And maybe highlighter ink.

Man, what did I do?

[Yeah, someone got de-aged for grab bag weekend and had a little too much fun as a toddler. And someone's mun was moving and missed it.]

Guess we're lucky permanent marker isn't really permanent.

But ...IIIIII'm not so sure about the paint that got on the cats...

They don't seem uncomfortable.

It just looks weird...

Kinda splotchy....



[ DEFINITELY STILL GETTING to tags sob on other post ;-; sorry guys the month crept and crept and then SNAP...upon me...so thank you for patience always and just yes ;; <333 /slowly! ]