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I want my boots back! I don't understand. These barely even fit right. [He lifts his coat up enough to show these boots one his feet. Needless to say, this is not what he usually wears.]

No, really, how am I supposed to walk in these? Is this one of those curses where someone has my boots? Because I'm totally willing to give these back to whoever owns them! Ugh, they're so tight.

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[OoC: For clarification, he's got the shoes on the left on.]

[ Pepper is smiling at the camera, poised and perfect in her favorite pair of Louboutins which she'd left behind when she came back to the City (barefoot). Today's curse is right up her alley, and she figures it's only fair she does her part to help the less fashionable fortunate. ]

I've noticed that a lot of people seem to be struggling with their footwear today. So, I'll be holding some lessons in the lobby of City Solutions for whoever's interested. We'll start with the basics: posture, walking heel-toe, standing and crouching; then move on to more difficult things like running and stairs. Drop in whenever you can, no charge!

Any ladies out there-- or gentlemen, I wouldn't want to judge-- who want to lend their expertise are more than welcome to come help out.

So that's it! Heels 101 at City Solutions. Today only, though anyone who wants help walking in heels in general can certainly ask me on any other day.

[ Howard appears on the screen the same as he always does, a charming smile, smugness around the edges, and far too full of confidence. But as he sets down the device and takes a few steps away, checking that he's within view and at the best angle, he's standing there sporting a pair of high heel shoes, lifting the legs of his trousers up to better show them off. ]

Not bad, huh? Can't seem to part with 'em, which ain't the worst thing to ever happen 'round here, and I always thought I'd make for a great dame.

[ He wanders around, partly on camera and partly not so much, but it's obvious that he can walk around in them far better than he ought to be able to. ]

Think we get to keep 'em once this thing's over with?

[A view of the good doctor and a small team in surgery. Chase is wrist deep under yellow, iodine-swiped skin.]

And that's what it really means to have your stomach tied up in knots. Well that looks much prettier than it did before - the rest seems clear. Book scans and barium for five days to check things are moving through clearly and the other adhesions shouldn't be problematic...

[He lifts both hands free, gloves bloodied to the wrist, and backs up.]

If you can close up here... Have me paged when she's through recovery so I can explain the switch to open. I'm going to-

[Wipe out.

Whatever Chase was going to do, it's interrupted by him suddenly crashing out of view behind the table. Surgical tools and kidney bowls of unidentified matter shower to the ground. There's a groan and, just at the edge of shot, a foot clad in a bright red stiletto being tentatively stretched out to one side of the table.]

I'm going to go and strap my ankle.



[ooc: still unwell so still backdating, sorry sorry <3]

[For anyone that's been looking for or trying to get in contact with Charlie today, she's being a brat and making it difficult. This kid sure knows how to avoid being found when she doesn't want to be.

It's some time late afternoon and the audio kicks on. It's quiet. There's a faint sniffling sound and this continues for a bit before Charlie finally speaks. Her voice is steady, sort of flat and she sounds like she's been crying.]

Ken Ichijouji has left the City. [And for anyone who knows Charlie well enough, she considered him family. Her little brother and now that he's gone...

It sounds like the device is picked up and for a brief second, video flickers on. It doesn't show much of Charlie, just her shoulder and an ear and her hair. It's the picture behind her of Ken that shows the most, a huge hint as to where she is.

And then the device shuts off.]

For once, I feel like I ought to say thank you, to whoever comes up with curses.

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I could swear they were more comfortable yesterday, though.