( Private to Luke Valentine. )

I'm sorry for contacting you so late. ( Her tone is nothing but formal. ) Setsuna informed me at the beginning of the month that you might have work for me?

I'm interested.

( It isn't easy for an Angel who has finally returned to her body to stay still. She is rarely in the apartment she shares with Setsuna during the day and, at night, she is usually walking the streets, her eyes fixed on the sky.

For some reason, night time appeals to her.

Quite fitting for one of the Fallen. )

( / )

( Alexiel switches to video and reveals that she is wearing a sleeveless, low-cut shirt paired with a pair of tight shorts. To complete the look, she is also wearing a pair of knee-high boots.

Her hair is loose - except for a small portion which is gathered into a tail. )

Adjusting to city life is...challenging. ( She speaks lowly, following a sidewalk until she reaches a corner. ) I admit that slumbering inside of a human is different from encountering the intricacies of Earth in my body.

( Exhaling, she reaches up and tugs her generous hair into a full ponytail. )

The heat is impressive. Is it often this hot during the Summer? Or is this a strange coincidence?

Either way, I could see this being a problem for humans. ( She crosses a street, taking long strides. ) Thankfully, there is no shortage of water.

If there were, I might be tempted to help. ( Right before she reaches the next sidewalk, she spreads her wings and flaps them, creating a cool rush of air for herself and those nearby. )

Do not become dehydrated.

Alright so, kidnapped. Here in a place called The City. I got all of that and oddly I think it's all settling alright in my mind now.

What I want to know is what do we do here? I figure one would get a little stir crazy sitting around. Kinda wish there were others from back home here. Guess I'm just needing a distraction and not taking this as well as I thought. I don't know.

[ It's a few hours after dawn when a loud and resounding smack echoes across the air followed by the trickling thud of many things hitting the ground all at once. There's swearing and then a groan. ]

Owwwww... That hurt.

[ another moment of silence and then there's a knock.

silence

And then a click, a sound of a key turning in the lock followed by the creaky groan of a door that could use a bit of oil in its hinges. ]

Okay... It looks like they're gone. Good. [ there's a stretch and then a yawn. ] I can't believe I got caught in the bathroom all night. I do hope Merlin's managed to make some breakfast...

[ and the feed ends, although not for want of trying. It's sadly been left behind in the bathroom. ]

((ooc: This is post curse shenanigans that I couldn't resist. Obviously backdated to earlier in the morning!))

could someone please help me? i fear that this is was not at all covered by my governess. firstly, please pardon my terrible punctuation; these things are quite cumbersome to write with and i fear that it is quite hard to use this properly. i doubt if they had these sorts of things in london during the fair that they would catch on, would they?

confound it all, i seem to have digressed. you see, i am quite new to this city and i was writing if i could get some assistance? my name is marian (a pleasure to meet you, though a little early to say if i might add) and last i remember i was on a train from kent to see my aunt and uncle about entering society. in fact, there was to be a ball in london held in my honor. if someone could kindly please show me how to get home, i would be most in your debt.

sincerely yours,

miss c. marian
july 20th, 1893

(... heh, pretending like a 16 year old girl should get him some help.)

[The camera swings around wildly, not really being pointed at anything so much as held in someone's hand while he orients himself.

And apparently climbs out of the fountain.]

Oh you have got to be--

I was just--

This is--

Fine I didn't want to deal with the apocalypse anyway.

[The camera swings around to give a view of a pair of snakeskin shoes before it's turned to point at a completely dry man in dark sunglasses.]

Hello, City, it's Uncle Crowley. I'm back.

Mr. Phale? Are you there?

[Here is a face that hasn't graced the device on purpose in-- probably at least a few months. Raphael is, of all things, straightening out his closet while he talks; the ties are in a jumble on the bed while the shirts are mostly folded on top of the ironing board.]

I wouldn't call this the worst month I've had here, but it's probably the most embarrassing. At least that wasn't my favorite clothing store.

[He hangs up a shirt, frowns, and compares it with one of the ties. Apparently it's unsatisfying, though, so the tie's sent right back to the pile.]

I've wasted more time than this back at home, but all the same, old memories are frustrating to mull over and old hobbies get tiresome. I only started half of them out of boredom in the first place. The other half--

[A coat the looks suspiciously like zebra print is pulled out, earns a vague smile, and is hung right back up.]

--was probably, unfortunately, innate. I like to talk, and not always about my exploits. So I'm proposing a trade. Tell me a story and I'll return the favor. But only if I haven't heard it before. I'm sure that's fair enough.