Hail and well met, citizens of the City. I am Loki, son of Laufey and newly arrived. [A pause.] Or re-arrived as it were.

[His phone is floating under his power as Loki perches on a ledge, one leg folded under him, the other dangling. One arm is crossed over his chest, palm cradling his opposite elbow in the cup of his hand. A finger taps by the corner of his mouth] Odd, I think. How powerful these deities must be, how far their reach extends to surpress our memories of this place in our own worlds.

Or, perhaps it is some trigger spell that activates upon dismissal from this place and releases upon re-entry to The City.

Either way, I would seek to renew acquaintances if any yet remain in this place. [A somewhat sharp smile.] Even you, Karl. [Gods have long memories.]

[Ooc: I'm using some slightly older comic pics and Ed Westwick as a PB for this curse that will last both Saturday and Sunday. He will be in the full gold horns, green maile ensem. So enjoy.]

[Charlie's at the park again. This time, by the way she leans away from her device, she's turned it on for a reason. She looks...different. Something about her just seems off and it's possible her eyes are just slightly greener.]

Toph, if you're listening, I have a question for you. Are you missing something?

[And she steps back and away from the device. She's barefoot. Which is probably very odd. She turns, now standing so that the device is at her side. And it's not a casual stance, either. Anyone who has ever watched her and Toph at Bending practice would recognize it but it isn't typical for Charlie. It's more Tophs way of doing things. Charlie's arms bend, fingers outstretch and the ground about two feet in front of her moves slightly.

Charlie's hands lift as does the earth in front of her until it's floating in a ball about three feet in diameter. The ball hovers for a few seconds and Charlie's hands move it again. There's a crack and the sound of rocks falling and the ball splits into pieces before Charlie lets it all drop. And there's a faint motion of her pushing down and the ground is even again. She heads back to the camera and picks it up.]


That's all I can figure out how to do for now. It's pretty neat. I woke up feeling off this morning and just thought I was getting sick or something, just the weirdest feeling of being disconnected from something. It took Phantom running out the door on me and me chasing him outside barefoot to figure out what was going on.

[A shrug. She doesn't mind so much, actually, and then the device is turned off. She can be found in the park, practicing with her temporary ability.]

[Good morning, fair city. On this fine day the device has been given prime seating upon a nearby vanity table while the final dress-fitting of a long-planned wedding is underway. Carla seems a bit exasperated with the Vietnamese woman's chatter as she checks all the seams, doing last minute stitches and generally complaining that she only wishes she could be half so skinny. Carla is not a traditional bride, by far, and when she looks at the camera it's to wonder dryly,]

Do you think this skirt is large enough? Or should I add another several pounds worth of tulle underneath.

[The woman buttoning up her dress starts to answer and Carla turns to hold up her hand for silence.]

Don't answer that. [Her attention returns to the camera.] I assume Karl sent out invitations weeks ago. If he didn't, you're summarily invited. Bring gifts. That's the only reason anyone gets married anyway.

[Such a romantic at heart, this lady. Once she's been buttoned in, she steps back to get the full dress in shot. She gives it a critical eye, toying her hair up briefly before letting it fall back down around her shoulders.]

It'll do.

[If you're watching closely, you may catch only the barest hint of a smile.]



[[ooc; later will be a joint post by Karl for the wedding/party. You know you want to come o3o]]

[So sorry to all those who might have been trying to use their devices for the past several hours. No seriously, there's been an extremely long list of names many ending in -el, some in long forgotten languages (was it really necessary to wipe the cities completely out?) and more than a few that might be familiar to other residents of the City clogging up the devices for quite some time now. Oops?]


Odd, One did think the list was longer than that.



((ooc: for those actually interested, the list is alphabetical, includes Karl, Carla, Luke Valentine and yes if your character is really bored and reads down to the Rs there is a certain angel listed...anyone who might have come to Hatter's party and stayed for the end can feel free to find their names on the list as well.)) 

[This is Rex, looking a lot, umm.... healthier than usual. And dressed like a normal human being instead of Darth Vader. Really, the only way to tell that this is the ~mysterious~ Doctor (aside from the Network ID) is the fact that he's recording this from the same spartan apartment as his other posts are filmed from. He's holding up some blueprints of various weapons, armors, more nanomites... Not that it's easy to tell unless you're paying attention; he doesn't hold them up for very long.]

These schematics, they're... They're incredible! But they're not-- I didn't make them. [He furrows his brow.] The handwriting's the same, but some of these designs are decades off from even being possible. So I don't know if someone was in my apartment last night, or if it's a curse or... or I made some kind of trade with the deities and now my memory's swiss cheese.

[He flips through some of the blueprints and stops on one, holding it up. It's the one for lemonade-delivering nanomites, from last month's curse.] I can't even begin to make sense of this one. It's kind of deranged. But I was thinking, with the right adjustments, nanotech like this could be developed to remove certain elements from the body. Toxins and venoms, for example. [Well, it makes more sense than lemonade. He shrugs and sets the blueprints down.] Not that it's anything more than a pipe dream right now. I can't even begin to imagine how much R&D for something like this to cost.

[His mouth quirks into a smile and he jokingly adds:] But hey, if you've got the money, we should talk.

Anyway, I was thinking of exploring the City's nightlife tonight. Anyone have any recommendations?

[OOC: This is "The Years That Never Were" Rex! Unlike in canon, he didn't get blown up by the US army, so he made it out of his mission healthy and intact, and thus didn't work for Destro and become a supervillain. He's just a regular army scientist and still a little evil, but he's much better at hiding it, and he's a lot more sociable now. The downside is he's not as advanced a scientist, because he hasn't been exposed to awesome MARS tech.

He thinks he's been in the City like this the whole time. He'll be affected for both days.]

[There is a girl on the screen who has long red hair and a very familiar tattoo on her face... She really does not look happy at all.]

This shit is not funny. Turn me back right now. I don't wanna be a damn girl.

[Michael looks down at his new body and sort of stares a bit.]

RAPHAEL! HELP ME!

[Yeah. Totally stomping out of his room to go to him. That stupid doctor should be able to fix this, right?]

[The video turns on an Amu can be seen clinging to her pillow as she tries to is trying to put on a brave face, she's totally not scared at all what are you talking about]

I should probably stay here so they can find me easier. That's what you're supposed to do when you're lost, right?

[She just taps the device she found on herself, staring at it momentarily. She doesn't realize it's even on yet] Oh. I guess this is like a phone or something, huh? Maybe someone could tell me where I am?

[ooc; Age reversal! Since it's been a while since I hit her with this curse]

... s-sis?

[ but hope's brief! in its wake, there's a drawing breath— ]

SIIIIIIIIIIS...

[ the sound of bare footfalls hitting concrete. for quite a while, actually, before they slow again. then— ... is that a sniffle? ]

Din't lose it on purpose...

[ yeah, tears are definitely happening. ]

[ ooc: Because life is hard when you're tiny, on your own, and missing one (1) hat. :( ]

[Unbeknownst to Gabe, the network is treated to this lovely, somewhat recent, memory:]
( Cut for video )
[Halfway through the memory, Gabe found the memory and attempted to shut it off to no avail. Now that it's over he just pauses, trying to think of something clever to say.]


Well, that was awkward...

I just have one question for whoever's listening.

Wanna see how much I can increase your aerflow?

[ooc: Cursed to talk in pick-up lines. Terrible science-y or blastia ones, mostly...]

[ A long, static-y pause before Bucky's voice filters through, a little gruff, maybe a little angry, because hey, this place sucks. ]

So I checked. Amy an' her Doc've gone home. I don't know who all knew 'em, so I figured I'd just let everyone know.

[ First Ginny, now Amy. It's not the greatest of weeks. ] 'least she gets to do away with all the crazy here. Anyway, that's it.

[ And abruptly ending the feed. ]

What the hell?

[ Pepper's voice sounds frantic as it rushes past the device, which has been left on some surface or another. ]

Oh my god, oh my god, how did—? But my heart is fine, I swear it is. But then if I've got— then that means... oh god Tony.

[ The sound of drawers being slammed shut and closets being flung open stops suddenly with a 'clang'. ]

No way. No. Way. No way! Whenever he hinted, I always told him there was no way I'd let him put me in one of these things, but... well now that I look at it, it doesn't seem so bad. JARVIS?

Yes, Ms. Potts?

Is... is this one for me?

It seems to be built to your specifications. Would you like to put it on and test the fit?

I don't know that I... Is Tony okay, is his heart still working?

Mr. Stark's arc reactor is functioning normally. It would appear that the one in your chest has spontaneously appeared, independent of Mr. Stark's.

Good. That's good. In that case, I guess it wouldn't hurt to just try it on.

[ There is the sound of metallic shifting and a few scattered gasps and giggles from Pepper. The noise subsides, fading into two final 'cthunks' that sound like heavy boots stepping off of a platform. ]

Oh. [ Pepper's voice sounds mechanical and somewhat muffled. ] Oh I like this.

[ The recording ends with repulsor engines powering up, and what sounds like some substantial property damage. ]

 

[ooc: if you look up at the sky this weekend and you see a red metal suit shooting by, chances are for once that it's not Tony Stark. replies will be from redheadrescue]

[ This particular post starts off accidentally - camera capturing little else other than the night time sky of the City. There's a bit of ambient noise in the background, mostly snippets of other pieces of conversation. There's a sudden shift of view as someone picks up the device and the network gets an eyeful of a middle-aged woman, one split brow quirking upward at the blinking light of the ongoing video feed.

Eames is caught offguard, considering he had no plans to toy around on the network while he's like this. He's less interested in showing off and more concerned over keeping the appearance of being a woman and his own personal identity separated for reasons he, obviously, can't delineate in public either. To be honest, he's not sure that things with Fischer will particularly go the way he wants in the first place - considering curses like these are often short lived, and not even Eames can get everything he wants out of a boy in twenty four hours, assuming he only has as long as that. He's left banking on the idea that Fischer is out of his element enough that he can slip through the cracks of any walls put up to strangers in the first place.

But that's for later. He may be tracking Fischer, but he'll not be making any sort of move until he can find an in.

For now it's all about the City's devices and their penchant for being inconvenient. ]

Shame, it seems someone's left their device behind. If a friend of a friend is missing it, feel free to- call it or something, I suppose. You'll not mind that I'm borrowing it in the mean time, hm?

[ ooc: replies from leaven! ]

[Billy isn't allowed near caffeine usually, he's hyperactive enough without any extras. But somehow, he's got hold of well a lot. He'll swear before a jury that he was only drinking water and hot chocolate. However the evidence is currently going against him.

The video turns on to show Billy bouncing up and down on the bed while he talks. On some of the jumps he is striking air guitar poses. (Superheroes totally do this in their spare time, okay?)]

Hi, so does anyone else air guitar because we should have a giant air guitar party over the network.

I mean we could all play the same song and jam out because people should do it! I'd play the guitar but I can't actually play the guitar so this is the next best thing. And at least I can't hit any bum notes this way.

So has anyone got any moves to show off?

[ There is a loud crash, as two gods of Asgard slam into the fountain in the midst of a flare of brilliant blue light. As the light fades, they stand. One is Thor, a face that should be familiar to many of the people here.

The other is his prisoner, a pale man with dark hair and pale green eyes. His hands had been bound, and his face had been encased in what could only be described as a muzzle. He raises himself from the water. As he does so, both the shackles and muzzle splash into the fountain, and he finds himself free again.

Free, but certainly not where he had expected to be.

Disbelieving, he stands, and his eyes flash open. Irritated, he steps out of the fountain. He raises suspicious, accusing eyes to Thor. ]

This is not Asgard.

Nor is it Migard. What is the meaning of this? Where have you taken us, Odinson?

Well, brother, we have returned to - [ Thor pauses, as if remembering a fond memory. ] ... The City?

[ The look on his face indicates more than a if you run away, so help me Loki I'm calling in the Avengers again- or just tell everyone on him. Then a slow smile, because slowly but surely, the one thing he is slowly starting to remember is: ]

Sif is going to be delighted to see you again, Loki.

[ Loki stares around the area, already seeking a means of escape. Thor's words should have returned his attention to the present, but his eyes fall on the small devices at their feet. Loki lifts the nearest one, turns it over in his hand, and registers his own face upon the screen. It's broadcasting. ]

I had imagined our next meeting would be under different circumstances. It would appear that fate has had other ideas.

[ His lips curve into a knife-like smile. Odin's justice will simply have to wait. ]



[[ ooc: Loki is green and Thor is red.

Also, Setine's still on emergency hiatus as of this post, but because they're at the same canon point we wanted to bring these two in together. She asks that we just assume Thor is around again from now on! ]]