City, if I may have your attention, please.

[Chekov is seated at a table (the kitchen table in the house he shares with Howl, Sophie, Tessa, and Peter, to be precise) with a serious expression on his face. For the purpose of this post, he is articulating his words very carefully.]

I have noticed, in both this time and my own, that my homeland is not well understood or appreciated by those who are not familiar with the Russian Federation. I am proud of my country, as I think that some have noticed. Sometimes, when I am joking, I say things about Russia that are not entirely true. Today, I’m not joking. I am serious now when I say that there is no place in the known galaxy that is better than Russia.

( Non-IC cut for ridiculous length. )

[ooc: Oh dear, um... I'm sorry for this post. Chekov is cursed with Roots Day and, since every day is heritage day for him, he has been talking incessantly about Russia (not his family, mind--Mother Russia trumps them) this weekend. Sorry for any factual/grammatical/typographical errors and apologies also for slow replies on my part. My internet keeps disappearing. You are all best for putting up with this.]

[The video blinks on showing one baffled Charlie McGee in a room that clearly isn’t hers. Oh, dear.

Charlie was positive she’d gone to sleep in her own bed last night. One hundred percent sure. She remembered Phantom stretched out beside her and Petrichor trying hard to sleep on her back. She didn’t remember Merlin being there. She went to run fingers through her hair, blinking a bit at the extra weight and sighing as she saw the handcuff attaching her wrist to his.]

Oh, jesus.

[Now what? If he already knew she was there, which was sort of a pleasant idea to her, she’d just curl back up and try to sleep some more. But he didn’t know, as far as Charlie was aware. Tentatively, she reached over and shook his shoulder, keeping her voice low.]

Merlin? Merlin, I think you should wake up. There’s something you should see.

[On the plus side, at least Charlie was wearing actual clothes. Tank-top and sleeping pants. Otherwise this would have been way more awkward than it is already.]

[Had it been earlier in the day, Merlin would have been much less inclined to get woken up. But since it’s not, he only makes a bit of a protesting sound and raises a hand to rub his palm over his face, a moment before he registers whose voice he just heard.

It’s unexpected, but as he opens his eyes he figures it’s just Charlie coming over unusually early because she has something exciting to show. He really isn’t prepared for seeing her in his bed and so, he jumps back out of surprise and gapes, not realising that he really didn’t get far or that they’re stuck together.]

C-charlie?!

[Oh, City. She hates you all of a sudden. Advanced warning is too much to ask, isn’t it? Charlie holds up their handcuffed hands up, giving Merlin a very apologetic look.]

Look what the City did. I don’t own a pair of these. Also, there’s no way of getting them off. And they don’t burn.

[She has experience with this particular curse. And she honestly can’t say there’s anyone else she’d rather go through this curse with, odd as that sounds.]

...interesting way to start the day, though. Right?

[Please don’t be mad at her, Merlin. This was so not her idea.]

…

[Give him a moment.

Merlin would definitely not think it’s her idea, but it’s certainly... Well. Uh. The City’s idea of fun. Ha. Ha.]

Oh.

[He swallows, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he searches for proper words, and licks his lips.]

Uhm. Right. [A pause.] This might turn out to be a problem.

[Charlie nodded, eyeing the cuffs again with a faint snort.] Just a bit of one, yeah. I mean it’s easy to figure out how to do some things together.

[Again, she goes to rake fingers through her hair, briefly forgetting that Merlin was attached.]

We’ll figure out how to work with this. It’ll be fine.

[It doesn’t seem to be turning out all that well so far.]

Yeah. Could be worse.

[Could always be worse.]

Maybe we should go to your place so you can get-- [...oh.] Changed...

Oh, bugger.

[And mercifully, the device shuts off.]


[ooc: charlie and merlin have woken up handcuffed together. she's found herself at merlins when she's sure she went to bed at her place. oh, dear.]

[There's a definite female voice on the other end of the transmission and she sounds a little miffed.]

And here I was beginning to think I was immune. These curses only last a day, right? I'm not really a big fan of having my appearance altered by anyone other than me; especially when I can't fix it.

[Really, who tricks a trickster? Plus... her clothes don't fit her. :( ]

Sam. Dean. I really hope you've been hit by this one too, I'd love to see your faces.

[No, really, girl!Sam and Dean would improve his day some.]



[OOC: Gabe's been hit with a ganderbend curse. He now Looks like this and all replies will be made with hardlyangelic]

I found this really shiny pen when I woke up this morning. It's very amazing! When I draw something with it, it comes right off the page and is alive!

I have to be careful though. I started to draw something and then scribbled it out and it came alive scribbles and all, poor thing. It's curled up safe in my pocket now.

But I'm having fun drawing little creatures to play in the flowers in my greenhouse. Come up and I'll draw something for you!

Dear Network,

It seems everything I try to do or say today must be written (or spoken) as if I was writing a letter. Please do forgive me in advance if I sound like an idiot.

Sincerely,
Mercy

P.S. If anyone wants to come over for movies and popcorn tonight, I'll be around.

[ooc: Watch the clip until 5:02, and ignore the bit with The Brig. Sorry I couldn't edit it together, iMovie hates me currently :|. For those who don't chose to watch, the clip shows Turlough goading another student into stealing a car, crashing it, and making his deal with The Black Guardian to kill The Doctor in exchange for a ticket off Earth.

He has no idea it's up obviously. Open action in the Tardis for any of the Who Crew.]

[A charming smile with wide and innocuous green eyes, though the glitter in them is something less than harmless and innocent. When he speaks, his voice is light and engaging. Ignore the fact that he’s soaking wet.]

Hello out there!

[The volume is a bit loud and he winces before catching it and allowing his features to adjust back into that beguiling smile. He fixes the volume, teeth catching his lower lip in an expression that really is innocent. His charm does not fade as he speaks again]

Let's try this again? Ah. Better. Now. It seems there has been a terrible mistake, a grave error, I am entirely unsure of where I am, only that I woke up here- yes! woke up!- after being dumped in a fountain and er- found this Stark phone on my person. .

Obviously, whoever has done this has the wrong person entirely. I am no one at all of consequence, a Parisian orphan.

[He frowns and the expression is solemn, pious]

Now, if you please, could someone tell me how far back to Paris?

[OoC Note: Serrure speaks in the All Tongue (he understands every language, anyone he speaks to will understand him) but he thinks he's speaking in French and will assume everyone else is, too.]

[Somehow like magic the device has turned on and Michael can be seen sitting there on the couch staring at Kira and Ikki. Ikki who happens to be wearing a cute pink apron.]

But I’m hungry.

[The apron doesn’t stay on long, Ikki’s hands immediately flying up to the perfect little bow at the base of his neck to rip the damn thing off already.]

Hell no! Cook your own damn food. We didn’t raise some good-for-nothing son who can’t even cook dinner for his parents one frickin’ night of the week!!

[Mostly unimpressed, Kira watches them argue. Nothing is burning yet, so this is hardly worth getting excited over.]

Not his fault you didn’t teach him how to cook properly.

[Michael pouts.] And ya said I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen anymore after the last time.

. . . Oh yeah. I did say that. [He lifts a hand to his chin as he thinks about it, and all the fires that Mika’s presence in the kitchen alone seemed to cause. Shit just kept catching on fire if this kid looked at it long enough.]

Whatever! Whatever! Fine. I’ll make you some goddamn stir-fry or something. [Pulling off the tie at the waist of his apron, he tosses it over towards Kira’s face.] And you’re helping! Put that shit on.

[He catches the apron without thinking, then raises an eyebrow.] Kinky. [So not happening outside the bedroom. Apron gets left behind, but he does get up.] After you.

[UGH! HE HEARD THAT COMMENT!] Ewwwwwwww. Don’t do that shit with mom where I can hear it, dad!

God, I’m going to throw you both into the fucking sea. [Grumble, grumble!]

[ooc: Blue is Kira, Pink is Ikki, and Black is Michael!]