( there is some quiet fumbling for a good couple moments before the video feed clicks on to reveal the bewildered face of Ticky Mikk who is currently using the screen of the communication device like a mirror. it's definitely one of the more shoddy mirrors he's ever possessed. )

. . .The City. Seriously? Is this some sort of joke? Who would call it such a thing? ( no, no, don't answer that. that was rhetorical. still, he takes a moment to glance around to check out his surroundings. nope, still in some freaky city and definitely where he was Supposed To Be. just like all the previous times. still here, still here. yeah, shit. )

Is this thing on? ( he taps the screen twice with his forefinger, hoping that the instructions he had been given were correct. no time like the present to test it out. it was certainly kind of that skittish gentleman to give him a couple of pointers. )

Oh man— ( he groans to himself. how did a thing like this happen, he wonders irritatedly. he was really quite in the middle of something. ) Shut up. I'm not laughing.

( there's a soft pause before he sighs, considering what to do in the meanwhile.

then he smiles dangerously. )

Yeah, looks like I've got no choice but to bite. It appears that I have suddenly have some free time.

So, tell me, where can a man get a decent pack of cigarettes?

(( ooc: sorry for the brief disappearance! ))

[It had been a while since she'd gone for a good run, one that wasn't intended solely to try and shake off the sadness and lose herself for awhile. But today seemed like a good day to go out and really enjoy the forest and maybe take herself for a little swim in the river. Just be free for a bit. Why not? She deserved a break after all the insane hours she'd put in everywhere trying to keep herself to busy to think, right?]

To whomever might be interested:

I'm taking the day off.

Merlin, if you can hold down the fort at the store, that would be great. Feel free to close it if you have to go.

Penny, maybe tomorrow I can show you some of that martial arts stuff. Come on, you know you want to.

Anyone else who needs anything, I'm around for maybe another hour and after that you can catch me tonight or tomorrow.


[ooc: Feel free to talk to her before she goes or *cough*ARTHUR*cough* find her in her coyote form somewhere. Keep in mind that if she has to shift back to deal with you, she'll be all nekkid-like.]

[The first part is not filtered. The last two are. Mindy sounds...flat today. Sort of emotionless and a bit anxious and there are sounds of things being picked up and dropped in a bag.]

Last weekend wasn't too bad. Better than the time I spent as a guy, even if that was for one day. And better than when I thought I had an older brother who was a complete dick.

It was still weird, suddenly being nineteen years old and thinking the City was fucking with me again. Which it was, it just wasn't kidnapping part two like I thought. Thanks, City. I appreciate the bullshit, as always.

Hey, Chase? Thanks for letting me stay here but I found somewhere else to stay. I'll visit often.

[She actually has found a place to stay and plans on forcing her presence on Abed. He got her an awesome backpack and he knows about Hit-Girl so. It's, in her mind, ideal.]

(Filtered to Abed. 75% Unhackable.)

Pack your shit. You're leaving the Welcome Center. I got a place.

(Filtered to Serrure. 75% Unhackable.)

Dude? You okay? [Yes, that is concern in her voice.]

Glad I was spared this weekend. Would've just made things more complicated.

Anyone got any ideas how the hell that works? Is it really just random, the people that end up cursed?

And...how much about the deities do you guys know? Violent tendencies?

[Filtered to Karl; Hackable to stalkers;]

The cupcakes were cool, but we need to have a talk. Meet me at Xanadu within the next hour.

[Filtered from Karl and Diva]

[Video opens with Serrure seated at a table, phone propped up to film, hands folded on the table top]

We interrupt your regularly scheduled network surfing for a Serrure Public Service Announcement. There is a wolf in wolf's clothing in our midsts, a vampire named Karl with an unquenchable thirst for human blood and a rather unsurprising lack of morals in sating his thirst.

I believe, based on my own experience with him, that he approaches potential victims through private messages- thus keeping others from intervening in his game. Then, lures them down to the Underground or some other place where potential witnesses and aide are lacking. And then, he mauls them like a rabid dog. I know this first hand.

Some might urge police intervention. I urge a mob. With pitchforks. And torches. As a proper mob should have.

[Private to Karl]

Ah... so, no hard feelings about threatening to rip your teeth out and make a necklace, yes? The point is, I could have and did not. Thus we ought to be even. Yes? Yes.