[ The camera turns on at an odd angle, held haphazardly over Ariadne's back -- which is completely bare. Luckily (unluckily?), there's an orange tabby cat curled up on her backside, shielding it from view with his conveniently placed nap. There's some shaking as she tries to move the angle up, and-- there we go. On her back, near one shoulder (her hair swept to the other side), is a tattoo; healed by now, black ink, a circular maze with the Eiffel Tower in the center.

From out of the shot comes Ariadne's voice. ]

I just realized that I never really showed this off after it was done. Eames designed it for me for my birthday back in April.

[ Does she need to be naked to do this? No. But hey, curses will be curses. ]

((ooc: also open to action at the house! Sorry boys.))

Anyone feel like going for a run?

( ooc: yes, Raymond will be jogging naked today. encounter at your own risk. )

[Yes, this is a video feed. Yes, a full video feed of Angela stretched out on a lawn chair placed on her fire escape as she suns herself on a rare day off. Enjoy seeing parts of Angela that some of you have never seen or may have wished to or may have wished not to ever see in your life.

Somebody has absolutely no shame. None at all.]

Today reminds me of that time I lived in the nudist colony way back in my twenties. Tons of fun and a lot of sunburns. Use your sunblock today. Don't bother with a hat. It'll just look stupid.

[Rose is sitting in her room in the TARDIS, feet crossed on the bed. She's got a contemplative sort of look on her face. It's not a sad look, just a thoughtful one.]

Been here a year and a few days. Didn't realise it at first 'til I was puttin' new pictures in my book. So much has happened in a year, s'almost like travelin' with the Doctor. You lose track of time, y'know and when you start tryin' to track it again you don't think it's possible that you managed to squeeze so much into what you've got.

's good thing. Brilliant thing. Guess my year hasn't been that different anybody else's here. Lost people, got people and kept some. I miss everyone I lost, but I love everyone I've kept so much. I've gotten to do things 'm not sure I would've gotten to do at home, even travelin' with the Doctor. I've had bad things happen too. [She's quiet a moment at this before she rebounds.] S'been worth it though, all the good. All in all it's been a fantastic year.

[And there's her trademark, bright smile]

And as someone once told me, I bet I'm gonna have a really good year.

[Enjoy the sight of 98lbs of manliness. Rex is naked, except for his ventilator, his body mostly covered in scar tissue. Lucky you, you only see him from the waist up as he lounges decadently on his couch. And now he pulls off the ventilator, revealing his totally handsome face for the first time. Although his breathing is rough and his voice raspy and strained, he seems totally chill.]

Ah, that's better...

I don't think I'll be coming in to work today. Nudity and... [Wheeze, gasp] heavy machinery make poor bedfellows.

[And on goes the ventilator again, because breathing trumps his desire to be totally naked.]



[ooc: at work, so tags on this post and his last will commence in the evening!]

[When the feed comes on Diva is laughing mightily, however is very much wearing clothing. And for those who last saw her, she's likely even more pregnant than she did before. ]

I can see why some of you would want to keep your clothes on. [And she's just going to laugh some more.]

It seems some of you should never take them off ever.

[She laughs so hard that the feed disconnects.]

 So. Today's one of those days where the deities have their fun with us, huh? A little embarrassment for breakfast, with some awkward looks and quick switch overs to audio-mode before noon -- I get it, I get it. I've fallen into a world where Deadpool and Arcade run things; no sweat.  

[ A beat. He sounds calm, but slightly embarassed at the same time. ]

Just...Let me finish making a PG13 filter for this thing.

[ And then, off-handedly: ]

Then again, I do some of my best work in the buff.

[...]

Anyone know if there's some kind of equivalent exchange going on with these curses? Maybe one day they're just silly, then the next they're terrible -- that kind of thing?

[Jace grins at the camera and it's very obvious that he's completely shirtless. Of course, he's completely naked too but he's sparing people that.

For now.]

You know, City. If you wanted to see me naked, you really only had to ask. I would have gladly revealed this perfection to you.

The blood of angels does make for stunning people, after all.

You know, I don't know why I never tried this before.

[From the looks of his bare chest, clearly visible as he holds the camera away from himself, Jack's taken the full brunt of today's curse. By his surroundings, though, it also looks like he's outside.]

In the City, I mean. You'd have to be crazy to try walking around like this back where I came from. But here... [He gives a satisfied sigh.] I don't think I've ever felt so...liberated, I guess.

( ooc: open to action, feel free to run into him while he's out and about! )

[The view  on screen is rather slight, but it's obvious enough that the only thing currently being worn is a rather pretty hat. Nudity is one thing  but being completely naked is another.]

One has certainly enjoyed the freedom others appear to be partaking of today. This should be a more common occurrence.





((ooc: nope, ne's not cursed at all this is perfectly normal. Also internet is working currently, but replies may be slow if it dies again.))

[Accidental Audio | Open Action]

--o, you can't come in here looking like--well, I should think it'd be rather quite apparent why not, my goodness! I certainly won't have--

[A pause, filled with some muffled background chatter.]

No, I'm really very sorry, but I don't care if it's a curse, that doesn't mean I'm about to--

[More muffled chatter.]

--I will not turn around, and I'll not come out from behind the door, either! Oh, drat it all, where's that sign--

[And to the sound of another burst of chatter, the audio ends.

People passing by the Blue Light today, however, may notice a freshly-made sign prominently displayed in the window: NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE.]


[OOC: FAIRY-TALE SENSIBILITIES. Rosella (who is not cursed today, thankfully) will just be over here at the Blue Light being scandalized by your flagrant displays of nudity, thank you. Please feel free to save/bother her as you will. :D]

If I made plans with anyone we will have to reschedule for another time. Staying inside today.

This is...well, different from changing in a locker room.

...Really.

[ Karl is seated by an intricate gazebo in the Phantomhive garden. Sipping - tea. What? Blood isn't the only thing he drinks. He's also (mercifully) fully-clothed. ]

This isn't as scandalous or as liberating as it's being made out to be.

[ Eyeroll. ]

Still. Some of us are much better off with our clothes on. This curse will hardly contest that.

[ Himself included. Hard to be imposing in the buff. Especially for the eternally pale and bony. ]

Glad I escaped notice for this one. I don't ...tan very well.

[ Or at all. ]

( Private to Merlin )

( Private to Self/Semi-Difficult to Hack )

[voice]

I don't know why everyone thinks being naked is such a big deal.

Just shut your eyes.

[Lucy has laid a blanket out on the grass in the park. She's got a cooler with some snacks and drinks as well as a bag with magazines in it. She's wearing a pair of over sized shades and absolutely nothing else. She clicks on the video and gives a little wave. She's sort of rolled onto one side.]

I've got water, beer and a thermos of mojitos if anyone wants to join me. It's a gorgeous day for sunbathing.

[She directs the camera to her bare shoulder] And look ma! No tan lines.

I was thinking of calling out for pizza, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. Answering the door might prove troublesome. Someone mind picking up one for me and dropping it by? I promise to tip.

[ HELLO, are you interested in seeing little boys naked? no? too bad, you're seeing one anyway!


he's in the water, so it's not as if you can see anything below his chest anyway. His skin is the same tan throughout his torso save for a long spot of pale. ]

Hey! Since everyone's naked anyway, why not come take a swim? It's a hot day, right? So it's perfect!

And, I bet I could beat all of you in a swimming race! [ kicking his legs to splash ] C'mon, I'll even bet on it!

[Ironically, for those who know her well enough, Gazelle is still very much dressed today despite how little she would actually care about being covered or not.]

[While she's looking directly at her device to speak, her expression is one between a look of a deer in the headlights (confusion) and a curiousness. The look pretty much says that she's seen some of the au natural walking casually around today. Nonetheless her body language isn't that of an uncomfortable person, even if there's a faint rose color on her cheeks.]

Ah, if this is a curse than why is there a fuss about it all over? I don't think it's really a big deal if you don't wear clothes sometimes...

Besides it's been hot enough lately with clothes on.

[And that City was your honest service announcement of the day. Gazelle just really just had to say it.]

So, does anybody have a spoon I can borrow? I need to gauge my eyes out. Seriously, this is waaaay more naked booty than I ever wanted to see.

[Voice/Action]

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

[Curt is just running through the streets naked. Because why stop at being naked when you can also streak. It's not like he's never done this before or isn't perfectly confident in his physical attributes. This takes place before he goes to get Stephen.]

[Lots and lots of giggles.]

I think I'd better stay home today. I think that would make people happier.

I'm going to open the front of my house and lie in the sun and just, oh not worry about anything!

Oh, Jack~

[Raikov's lounging on his couch - naked. His skin is smooth, pale, and hairless. Absolutely flawless. Thankfully he has his leg propped up so nothing can be really seen, aside from a very nice looking, nom-able leg]

Let's see just how much we're alike.

[ —the video turns on. Tessa's curled in a chair, book in her lap and the angle of it, the way her knees are drawn to her chest, protects most of her modesty. She's still, unmistakably, naked.

Gaze flickering to the device for just a moment and then again, longer, when she notices it's on. A second later, there's a hand filling the screen and the video shuts off. The voice function continues a moment longer: ]

I think that I will be staying inside today.

[Charlie sounds amused and a bit horrified but mostly just so amused right now.]

Went to drop off rent after I got home from errands and I learned that my landlady, a lovely elderly woman about 87 years old, has a tattoo of a red rose on the back of her left hip.

This is almost like that curse where people were dressed ridiculously and going on about how sexy they were, only significantly more awkward. I have no problem with the human form, don't get me wrong. I'd just rather not go through the day worrying about what physical attributes I'm going to discover on the guy that I buy pet toys from.

And him? Apparently he has a third nipple and has had his appendix removed. He's telling everyone he comes in contact with.

[There's the sound of a door opening, Phantom letting out happy yips and Charlie talking to the animal, something about 'very interesting and stressful day' before the feed shuts off.]

[An irritated hiss as she grumbles to herself. Water can be heard like she's on the fountain.]

Tch. What place is this to drag me away? Strange scents...This is not home. I do not know of this place at all. Home is where...

[She cries out sharply in agony.]

Master...Master! My sisters! Gone and stolen away. [Some sobbing follows before she screams.] Crawling with humans. [Her disgust over the fact is clear in the way she spits out the word.] All here but no family. [A long pause before she suddenly starts giggling and the device is discovered by her. And she starts to speak sweetly to it.]

Oh~? What is this thing~? Not what I might recognize. [Another giggle.] So silly and pathetic a thing with its little light. [Giggling some more.] But no matter with the little box.

[Her voice seems to coo at those around her as she calls out to them instead. The box is useless to her so there is no need to address if further.] Come play with me~ Show me where you have taken Master and I will make it fun~ For all of us~ [She giggles again as the recording stops.]

DELACROIX to CSEmployees: 11-07-???? re: Mental Health Day

I will not be in tomorrow.
Delacroix



DELACROIX to VOID: 12-07-???? re: Anniversaries

[When the video begins to record, she can be seen inside of her very small apartment, seated next to a coffee table that is strewn with nuts and bolts, pieces and fabric. In her hands, she has a mostly finished product, an odd little inch worm that she makes a few more adjustments to before placing it on the floor, a light flashing as it begins to move across the hardwood.]

Zhere is never enough to do, and zhere is always more still left undone.

[It's box wine and cigarette time now, folks. She's sitting back against a settee, looking pensive, if not morose. The whirring of her latest construction fills the silence as smoke drifts from her mouth.]

Some failures are defining, yes?

[The video starts with a shot of a car that, to those who know (or knew) Dean Winchester, will look very familiar. It's impeccably polished, gleaming even in the waning daylight.]

I now have a car.

[He sits down in front of the bumper (a move indicated by some very careless camera work) before rearranging the camera so that it points towards him. Chekov is, mercifully, wearing clothes. Fairly nondescript clothes, but clothes nonetheless.]

I cleaned her very well today, although she may get dusty when I drive her back home... after midnight, I think. [Because there's nothing more awkward than spending the day with your 19th century girlfriend when she's naked.]

Before you ask, yes, I am old enough to drive and yes, I can operate a vehicle like this. I have a license to pilot anything as large as a military shuttlecraft, and that is not so maneuverable. The Impala is the first ground vehicle I have piloted outside of a simulator and, although I know very little about vehicles as old as she is, I think that she handles well. Maybe she would be better off with Sulu--he has many hobbies, and twentieth century cars must be one of them--but I will be careful with her.

I am trying to decide which is better: driving or riding a horse. Driving is simpler, but when I knew how to ride a horse, that was more exciting. Horses are easier to find, also. I have been visiting the barn where they live to talk to them--the horses. The brown one stabled there is a good listener.

[His somewhat pensive and subdued mood (not a normal mood for Chekov) becomes very serious as he jumps to a new topic.]

What I also mean to say today is that no one else that I know is allowed to leave the City without telling me, not even if you leave a car for me.

[He knows just as well as anyone else that no one can control when and how they leave, but it's a nice, empty threat to end the video on.]

[Oh, Andy, you poor baby. This is not your day.

Andy limps down the street of the square, wheeling a rather beaten up and broken bicycle with him (he doesn't look much better, bike helmet hanging on only by the chinstrap).

All he had wanted to do was stop a bank heist, but instead, he had peddled head first into a wall and ended up... wherever here is.

With a sigh of defeat, he plops himself down onto a curb, bike falling next to him. Maybe he's hallucinating from the concussion. Maybe he's in a coma and this is all a dream.

Yeah. This is totally a dream.

He mutters to himself:] Aha, yeah, brain. This is a good one. I can wake up now, okay?