[This video shows a pretty hilariously sullen looking Carla sitting on the floor, one broken leg and one sprained arm still in their white cement casts. The room around her is in absolute disarray, clothes strewn everywhere, drawers hanging open, and the mattress pushed off of its frame.]

He couldn't have hidden a single fucking box of chocolate chip cookies anywhere in this apartment, could he. That useless fuck.

[Oh okay then, Carla.]

Someone needs to come over here with no less than a two pound bag of M&Ms. The door's open, just watch out for the dog.


[[ooc; Yeah, no, really: Anyone.]]

[Accidental Video]
[From a nearby table, a lone figure passes by... his confident stride faltering for a moment, then coming to a complete dead halt. His hand reaches up to smooth back long glossy black hair and he seems visibly disturbed...

... but this is nothing new, seeing as how it's Karl on screen.

His brow furrows, mouth pressing into a tight line of displeasure and he quickly makes his way over to his network device.]


Who... is this a sort of punishment? .......... Can I ask what I did, or is this some sort of whim on your part? You know who I'm talking to, my Master... or is it you, My Prince, who's done this?



[ooc: Grab bag/'Body Swappers' curse between Solomon Goldsmith and his less pretty and very unstable brother, Karl Fei-Ong. As for Solomon's mind, he's still under a spell cast by Merlin which has caused amnesia and the misguided belief that he's one of Kira Lucifer's demons. Replies will be from worldofhisalone]

[The feed snaps on in a bathroom. White tiles. Steamed-up mirror. Solomon stands there, barefoot and in trousers. His shirt is unbuttoned, exposing the smooth cut of his chest. Belt-ends dangling, top button of fly undone. The light shows up how pale and fine he is. Bright as a sunflower with curly golden hair clustered around his face. Drops of water still rolling off his skin.]

[Solomon doesn't notice the device. Quietly, his hand traces the line of his jaw, his mouth. He smiles.] .

...Always so impossible to read.

Your eyes shine. But they give nothing away. Were you made like this? Or are you just hollow inside, like a cute dead doll?

[Glimpsing the device, he smirks.]

Enjoying the weekend yet, City~? I certainly am... 

[He's taking the curse eerily well. Against Solomon's sparkling appeal, Karl, with his black hair and hooded eyes, has always been the drab one. Gloomy. You have to look - keep looking - to catch his charms. So few bother to try. But now...]

[He sobers.]

A pity she isn't here...


[OOC: Hit with Bodyswappers, Karl has taken the very purrrty form of his Big Brother. Replies will come from unfavoritenomore.] 

So...it's another one of those days, huh? Staying inside, for the most part, but at least I'm not a girl this time!

[Filtered to Karl]
I told you to let me know what happened! Why didn't you get in touch with me?
[/end filter]

( And now watch Setsuna die )

[Mindy's holding a gift-wrapped box very carefully and eyeing it with intense dislike and trepidation, as if it were possibly a bomb or had something disgusting inside it. She looks from the box to the video feed to the box again, frowning hard. Her tone is one of severe displeasure and annoyance and try as she might, she's just too aggravated to keep the swears out. Sorry, Angela.]

Come get it. I don't want it. I don't want to know what it is. Stop doing this. I'm not helping you with jack fucking shit, you insufferable douche. You know who you are, bro. You have an hour.

[Cursed as balls, this one. And very pissed off.]

[ooc: cursed with Family Day. She's the younger, heroic sister of the villain nanomitesss and this is pretty much a daily thing for them! She's also going to hate everything tomorrow because then he will Know about Hit-Girl and she DNW!]

[An unfamiliar voice comes onto the network, but with a perhaps by this point familiar Swansea accent.]

You know, I didn't think I'd have an excuse to wear this jacket after I bought it. At least not without being thoroughly sloshed first.





Did anyone else wake up in a somewhat unfamiliar body this morning?








[ooc: That is right. Howl is now a hot chick. Hide yo wives, people.]

[The feed opens on a rather disgruntled-looking young lady, rather tall and a bit on the thin side, clutching closed the neck of what appears to be a men's dressing gown with one hand and holding onto her device with the other.]

Is this another example of the City's nonsense? Have other people found their wardrobes completely switched out with something wholly inappropriate?

[She stalks over to the closet and flings it open, turning the camera to face it. Indeed, the closet is filled with neatly tailored three-piece suits in various shades of black, grey, blue, and brown, sweater vests, button-down shirts, and a spinning tie rack, on which the ties are not only organized by color, but may actually be organized by pattern within each color.

Clara turns the camera back to herself, looking quite annoyed.]

Whoever found themselves in possession of my clothes, please contact me immediately. Thank you.

[ooc: Meet Clara! Responses will be coming from coordinated.]

I should know better than to try to schedule things on weekends-- any weekends, because even if I were able to keep track of these, there's usually something-- but it's nice to wake up and find, at least, that brunch is still on as planned.

I was just saying, the other week-- I can't remember who I was talking to-- how easy it is to fall out of touch and forget to just have normal days, when nothing's really normal here. Just see people, spend time with them, without the City's insanity getting in the way. Curses or not, I think that's my plan for the day.


[OPEN ACTION]

[The tricky thing about being cursed, of course, is that more often than not you have no idea anything's off; which is why, after brunch with his ersatz "father" and "step-mother," Neil is casual and comfortable, wandering around town with a somewhat stricken-looking Todd, trying to catch the other young man's hand in his own.]


( tl;dr details )

1. Post: Video:

Wormmon! Where are you? I've been here for several hours already and you have yet to show. You had better hurry and come to the coordinates I sent you. If my slaves find you first, I will be very displeased. More than I already am!

[That wasn't meant for the whole City, but while the Digimon Kaiser set the transmission up for Wormmon alone, the City thought the rest of you needed to know this.]

2. Action: Forest/Beach:

Even if he only has two dark towers, and only a small handful of mindless slaves yet, the Digimon Kaiser is still out using the dark rings to collect more. Feel free to try to stop him, or get caught. Feel free to have your character assumed as his slave already, or play out the process.

3. Action: Take Down:

It's Sunday afternoon, and the Digimon Kaiser stands yet defeated. None of you make any sense, Wormmon still hasn't shown, and the Digimon slaves...don't look normal to him. Doesn't matter, he stands defiant to the end, convinced this is his world. Do you really think you're going to win him over? He won't allow that! That's another reason he has minions!


[ooc: Details here if you would like more information.]

 [Video - Greetings City, if you were expecting a sour-looking black boy you'll have to wait. Instead there's a annoyed black girl just staring down her shirt before letting out a displeased sigh.]

And just when I was getting complacent about not being hit with this damn curse it comes back with a damn vengeance. Looks like I'll have to go to the store and quite possibly work out this growing annoyance somehow later.

[As Huey walks off screen, you can clearly hear him groaning in dismay over things just having to grow bigger.]

Uh.

[Jack both looks and sounds more unnerved than he has been on the network in a while.]

Is it, uh... Is it normal to, uh — to lose powers? Or, I mean...to gain them? [He's rubbing at his wrists as he speaks, and he stares down at them for a moment.] I just... A few minutes ago, I just— I could've sworn, I just turned into another person. I've seen some strange things, but that's... Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Ever.

And— [He starts and immediately stops himself from mentioning anything of his plasmids, or how they seem to have mysteriously disappeared right out of his genetic structure. He hasn't ever really spoken of them at length before, and he'd like to keep that up as long as he possibly can. He swallows before starting again.] And...that's not the only strange thing that's going on.

This is just a curse, right? [And here's hoping he can get a yes or no answer to that without too many inquiries as to just what he means by "strange".]

( cut for length )

(OOC: Sexswap. ... Backdated slightly to this morning. Raphael can best be found sulking in his room but will likely skulk around trying to buy clothes in the shops if you really want action there. Since he's only slightly short on clothes.)

[Here's Rita, in what should be an unusually cute and frilly outfit. But this weekend she's an idol, and being cute is part of her stage personality (or so she says), and so she doesn't seem strained or awkward at all when she winks at the camera and speaks in a peppy, cute tone-]

Hi, everyone! Today is my special promo show, so I hope you're all watching and listening. These songs are straight from my heart--to my biggest fans.

[She waves her finger a little for effect, not saying anything more. Really, there's only one "biggest fan" these are meant for. Shortly, she takes up a ready position in front of the camera, tapping her foot as the music starts, and then she starts singing. The "show" is a pair of songs.]

[ooc: Idol Rita for Genre Switch! This isn't coming up in her post, but she's also secretly a magical girl. Yes. Her "stage personality" is supposed to be cute, but deep down, she's still fully tsundere. (Also, I chose Cristina Vee for the songs since I originally mistook her for Michelle Ruff when I heard her voice.)]

[It's mid-morning and Gazelle is sitting down at the edge of the fountain with a two scoop strawberry & chocolate mint ice cream in her hand. As the feed focuses on her person from the head to waist, she continues eating her ice cream for a minute until she finally notices the blinking red light.]

[. . . Perfect!]

[To what may be to the momentary surprise of the viewers, she smiles with a gleam in her eye as she seems to be under the influence of a curse.]

[So dear audience, let's play a little game.]

Hey! Anybody wanna play "Truth or Dare"?

Acácio? És això um sonho? Ik ne me souviens pas esta ciudad, en io non ti vedo qui. Mesedez, não esconder, ik sou eu. Ik n'ai pas vu de edozein? Heç hi ha paret. Y een ozéanoa. Acácio, l'ozéanoa è così mooi, dove sei?

[Whatever the boy is speaking, it seems to be a garbled mash of other languages, the device has translated pieces of it where it can, but inevitably grows confused. Perhaps it will learn this new mix of tongues if he carrise on speaking it long enough. He's not going to though, he can hear the people around him speaking English, and with his private address concluded, he changes accordingly. He speaks it well, but bears a strong accent, Catalan maybe.]

I am looking for a man. He is shorter than I, [He makes an esitmate with his hand, somewhere just under his chin.] with dark hair and dark eyes, brown skin. He may be in pareu, or a cloak.

[Someone very different from Jast, who stands at 6'2 with pale, slightly sun-burnt skin and light gray eyes, wearing frayed jeans and rumpled white button-up, sleeves rolled around his elbows.]

He is skittish, please do not be rude to him if you find him. [He pauses for a moment before adding with a small frown,] ...Buy him, if he will come no other way. I will return your coin.

ACTION

[Jast will be in town, looking for Acácio, pauses at street corners to sign the same song over and over again. He puts down a hat at his feet like a beggar, and does collect a bit of coin here and there. Sometimes he pauses for a cigarette and to rub sunscreen down his nose and neck. He looks tired, too skinny and drawn too tight over his bones. His eyes dart like a birds, watching for something, always nervous.]

I don’t remember the curses on a weekend like this being so uniform. It’s a comfort, almost, knowing that so many others are afflicted with the same thing.

It’s also startling to wake up and find that, not only is your body not your own, but someone you know is living a radically different life than they were yesterday. Startling, not surprising. Living in the City makes surprises few and far between (and those few surprises are almost inevitably unpleasant)—or so I think.

If you’re unhappy about your situation this weekend, remember that it won’t last. Nothing, good or bad, ever does.


[Justin is—like much of the City, it seems—not the same gender as usual. Also like many others in the City, he has decided to distract himself by drinking. After stopping by the police station to grab some work to do, he heads to one of the smaller bars in town. It’s not quite a dive, but only just. On a normal day, he would hide in the corner. Cursed, however, he feels confident enough that no one will recognize him and instigate a conversation.

Should anyone meander into this bar, they may see a young, willowy woman sitting alone, staring morosely at a stack of papers and drinking almost absently.]


[ooc: Genderswap, 'cause all the cool kids are doing it. Feel free to either reply to the text or run into Justin at the bar or... really, whatever strikes your fancy. Replies wil be from ohcurses ]

DELACROIX to VOID: 09-06-???? re: Tch

[Like any sane person, Marie Delacroix has decided the only rational response to waking up with a dick is to go out and have a few drinks before returning to her apartment to potentially sleep the rest of this ridiculous experience off. She has settled herself in a dark, quiet bar and is already two drinks in and a few cigarettes down before she fiddles out her device,]

Zhis ees... Really quite unpleasant. I almost perferred zhe stuffed rabbit, and all in all zhis ees almost lazy on zhe part of zhe powers zhat be. Not enough chaos for zheir tastes, I would think. Though zhey did find time in zheir busy schedule to alternate to zhe beginning of zhe month. Per'aps zhey deemed zhis to be enough.

[Delacroix just sounds bitter about the whole thing, but before she can continue her complaining she has to look up and frown at someone.]

No, I will not buy you a drink. Va te faire enculer.

[End feed.]

It's strange how, after a few years, weekends like this start to feel almost routine. Which isn't to suggest, of course, that the curses themselves aren't still capable of being disturbing and dangerous - honestly, that makes the fact that the weekends themselves feel so routine all the more unsettling.

Of course, I seriously doubt anyone needs to be told to be careful, going about their business in spite of the curses. And I trust that any individual who decides to spend the day out and about, spending time with their friends, is being particularly alert for anyone who may be affected by some of the more dangerous curses.

[There's a slightly pointed pause. It's not that he's aiming that at anybody, of course.]

Anyway. Penny, it's entirely possible that, with all this, I might be working a bit late. Should I pick something up for dinner?


[ooc: Uhhhhhh so family curse time! Neil (had_not_lived) is his son annnd Penny (anunluckypenny) is his wife - buuuuut not Neil's mom. Yeah... what can I say, really? Even a curse can't magic away Wilson's divorce rate.]

[Video]

[Piglet smiles happily as his paws withdraw from his network device. It always made the little piglet happy when he learned a new and Very Important thing such as starting the box so he could talk to people.

Backing away so that he could see into the screen, he says Very Carefully and in a very serious manner so that everyone could know that it was something Important that he wished to say.]

H-hallo...? I'm wanting to ask my good friend Airy Add Knee a question...

[Here, his little paws draw up and he begins to fidget slightly.]

A v-very Important question...

H-has anyone seen her? She's Very big, and has dark hair, and is a girl, but is otherwise like a normal Christopher Robin.