[ The screen snaps on to show a man on a white Arabian, and judging from the clean press of his clothes, whoever this man is has got some clams. Or dollars, as you might call 'em.

He pulls a cigarillo from his pocket and lets it perch between his lips as he talks. ]

I'm gonna make this quick.

Us Felixses— we've been raisin' prize-winning horses for generations. If you got a damn good horse, high chance it's one of ours. But let me tell you something, we don't take well to thieves. Family stories say that my granddaddy tarred, skinned and quartered the last sonvabitches who thought they could make off with our goods. I'm aimin' to make him proud.

In other words, I'm looking for someone to kill a man.

And if you're reading this right now, thief, I assure you that you'll be lucky if end up as gallows-fruit.

[For once in a long while, Angela looks visibly nervous, fidgeting in front of the camera as she sets up the device. She has no idea what she's about to say, how to say it, anything like it. It's going to be completely off the cuff and let's all hope she doesn't say anything too family unfriendly. She is still hungover from one too many saloon visits yesterday, after all.]

Hello. For those who I haven't been acquainted with yet, I'm Angela Montenegro, one-half of the current ownership of Passionné that once belonged to Cinna. As you all are aware, the shop has been closed for this month since his leaving, but since it's been transferred to Ginny Weasley andme, we want to try running the shop in Cinna's vision and spirit. However, we will need the aid of Cinna's original investors to get this going, if any of you are still in the City.

I'll be honest with you. I don't know the first thing about running a shop of this magnitude, but selling it is out of the question, so bear with Ginny and me. We'll make mistakes, but we're both adults. We'll own up to them and hopefully, no one loses an eye or their patience.

Also, if anybody is in need of employment or was an employee, please come to me. Passionné is a full service salon, boutique, and cafe. If you have skills in any of these areas (and even if you don't, we will have training available), feel free to respond.

Thank you.


[Private to Tony]

Hello, Tony. Your name is on this list. I didn't forget about Bot either, but let's talk business first.

Now, do I have my people talk to your people? Because I have no people. It's just me.

Jack Harkness has left the City.

...Ridiculous curse.

But given the Deities' idea of fun, I'm not surprised.

[/FILTERED FROM RIDO KURAN ]

It's rare enough that someone important graces this dull place. As such, I ought to be grateful.

[ From the pitch alone, Karl sounds like he's smiling. Actually smiling - in a calm delighted way. Not bitter or sneering. Not goading fun at anyone's expense. ]

A very special member of my family is here, City. I trust expect everyone will treat her well.

Or else.

( (Private to Diva) )
( (Private to Aion) )
( (Private to Solomon) )

[OOC: Karl's pregnant Queen, Diva is here. Happy Chevalier is happy. And finally shouldering some responsibility, the brat. No more footloose fancyfree tiemz for YOU xDb ]