[Well, there's Sophie, looking every bit annoyed and a little angry, too.] That's it, I think we've reached the limit. And yes, that means a public announcement will be made, because maybe everyone agreeing could make him see the light with this.

[She lifts a large jar, and sets it down on the table with a loud thunk. On it, there's a tag that reads Peter.]

This is for you, Mister Vincent. I'd call it a Swearing Jar, because that's what it is, but you'd probably swear at me for its existence anyway. So I will call it a Donation Jar instead. Everytime rudeness comes out of your mouth, I expect you to put a coin in it.

And I also expect everyone to help, if that's what it takes. Because it's a real problem when you drive children out of the house because you can't keep your complaints to yourself, and I'm absolutely tired of being called rude names.

You owe three coins so far.

[ooc; What, you thought she woundn't do it? Next up, soap in his mouth.]

[Nat's hair may have seemed a little longer in the video and a little curlier than usual. She had alot of time on her hands, okay?]

I need more legitimate work around here. Anyone have any ideas?

[It's on purpose again. Charlie's at the stables, sitting on a bale of hay. Her horse is standing behind her, eating and watching the other horses as they go by but pretty much staying near Charlie. Before she can speak, he walks over to nudge her shoulder with his nose. Charlie reaches up to pet him, grinning at the horse.]

You just don't like it when I'm not talking to yo u, do you?

[She gets another nudge for her trouble before Necromancer heads off a bit to continue eating.]

Anyway, did anyone actually get into the convention yesterday or was that just more of the City's doing? Because I kept hearing people talking about kitchen gadgets and if I missed it, I'm going to be pissed.

[But, she's smirking. So clearly she won't be.] On a more serious note, I hope no one got sunburned or anything like I did. Thanks, Rapunzel, for helping me with that.

[And Necromancer is back, still nudging her shoulder and even tugging on her shirt a bit, much to Charlie's amusement.] Alright, alright. God. So impatient.

[This is said quite fondly and Charlie stands, turning the feed off.]

Well yesterday was just fascinating. It looked like those pathetic excuses for conventions that the idiots of the world attend in order to grasp the illusion of being popular.

[He sighs and shakes his head.]

How anyone can tolerate such a thing is beyond me. All I've ever seen of it is a bunch of smelly teenagers dressed in colorful costumes typically made from whatever they have on their floors.

It's pathetic. Really it is.

Sure as hell seems like yesterday's made people a little crazy around the eyes.[ Bucky sounds amused though, having just got off his shift. He's maybe staying at the bar for a while, the bar is where the beer's at, and Bucky does like beer. But he looks more relaxed than he has been doing, so. ]

Everyone should'a known it was a sting from the get-go, but that don't mean people've got to keep bein' strange about it. [ He has broken up so many fights today, god.

And speaking of -. ] Hey, you. [ The camera dips because clearly he's motioning something to some rowdy guy across the room. ] I told y'already buddy, one more loud word out'a you and I'm throwing you and your punk cronies out, got it?

[ Then back to the camera. ] See. Lining up ain't natural for the soul.

(( (Private to Karl/Unhackable) )

I went to a fan convention once. Yesterday smelled just about as bad, except at fan conventions the smell is like a fucking ripe cheese. It matures to the point where shit, that crap smells nasty. Not a woman to be found in the entire fucking place. It was like no man's land of body odor and skin disorders. You would think that these guys would realize that the pimples didn't help shit any.

Did anyone actually get in yesterday?