[ Hullo, good City! Enjoy the soundtrack of several screaming citizens, whose pleasant stroll in Xanadu was just interrupted by the sight of an angel sitting on a bench, blood everywhere: from his face, to his hair, hands and the morsel with which he's teasing a stray cat. ]

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... you'll scare it.

[ The cat meows, apparently put out enough by the alarmed masses to forget its appetite; it sniffs the offered treat, then turns away from it completely. ]

...now, now, oh so rude. You won't have bread, you won't have blood, you won't have bone. Then, what is it your sort eats, hmmmmm?



[ ooc: aaaaand back in the City, with a lot of apologies for the delay, orz. Worry not, no NPCs were harmed in the making of this post, the blood came from a rat! Network / action / anything goes! ]

[ Though the lights that have been set up in the square for the dance are still casting the streets in festive, multi-colored swaths, it would appear the curse has ended-- at least is has for Yusuf. Gone is the baby-faced stubble he'd relived a certain amount of pride over, in addition to the casual finery he'd donned for the dance. He's back in the loose kurta he regularly dons, beard slightly fuller and less boyish for his age.

Sitting on the back of a car (Yusuf is not entirely sure who this vehicle belongs to, just that it was nearest and didn't sport an annoying spoiler on the trunk) is Ariadne, hair slightly mussed and hands on his shoulders.

What had seemed like such an urgency as two teenagers is... actually a very public display. They're not being indecent-- should anyone come looking for them, or simply be passing by (or... trying to get in their car...)-- but they are being pretty obvious. ]




[ ooc: backdated to a couple minutes after midnight (or whenever the high school curse ceased its effects) the night of the dance! ]

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Mmm. [A hum of laughter, it doesn't go much farther than that, the sound half-hearted and tired.] Everyone needs to make a living. Don't they.

[She sighs, quiet for a moment before she adds,]

I need someone to walk my dog.


[[ooc; Carla is actually hoping for someone to walk her dog on a regular basis. She just won't be back above ground to deal with hiring you for a few days.]]

[IMAGE / ACTION / PLASTERED ALL OVER]

[The image is posted on the Network without comment, but it may not be unfamiliar to some. For the past week or so, posters like the following have been popping up here and there; big stacks of flyers on the counters of obliging cafes and shops, and a positively enormous banner hung in the window of the Bilton & Scaggs bookstore.]

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I have heard only too many complaints from the supposed young people of this City during the past curse, so I must ask this. Do you not know the benefits of healthy physical activities?

I thought you fragile, but surely not this much. Fifteen laps around the school's training grounds were not torture, I assure you.

If you are fit for drinking, you are fit for running. Such is the way of the world.

[ooc; Those who were students of Westblahruhgh (I...forgot the spelling) High, Sif was your P.E. teacher, as well as Track Team coach and Wrestling Team coach, so. Anyone who wants to assume she RUINED THEIR LIVES, please do :D She probably did.]