[ Here you will see a video of one Marie Delacroix with her arms spread out in a doorway, looking absolutely furious. A group of bewildered young men are standing in the hallway in front of her. ]

No. Stay out of my laboratory.

[ Someone lifts a hand to try to placate her, but she slaps his hand away, a really loud BZZT echoing down the hall. That seems to get the attention of her interns. ]

No one gets near zhe prototypes. Get out and go home.

[ She points angrily. ]

Go!

[ They file off, maybe relieved to get a day off from their slave driver... ]

Imbeciles.

[There is a sound of a lightning shock as the ceiling of a house can be seen.]

...Ow! [And then the screech of a princess who just got shocked by her device. Well, then...

She tries to pick it up again, but to no avail as another sound of a shock is heard and she drops it on the table.]

Why won't you let me pick you up? I just want to read what's on the network today!

[She sounds whiny, but heck no she's not giving up as she tries to pick it up once more, and bzzt. Nope, not happening. She looks over it, giving it an immature pout before she grabs a needle and turns it off...

Of course, not before another shock gets to her and she yelps one more time.]

((ooc: She'll be around the city as well, so feel free to bump into her and get shocked!))

[His communicator turns on by itself, showing a man's back as he leans to examine himself in a white-framed mirror hung on a stark white wall in a room that looks to be white on white on white on chrome broken only by some remarkably lush houseplants.

From behind, his hair is a frizzed out mass that he's trying to smooth down to the sound of frequent crackles and zaps.]

Not cool. Looks like a good day for a nap.

[Turning away, he spots the blinking red light on his communicator and brushes down his hair, resulting in visible crackles of static in its frizz before he crosses the room and cuts the video, leaving just the audio.]

You can try to take the mickey if you want, but I won't be listening.

[As the recording starts, Raikov winces a bit. His cheeks appear slightly flushed but one can't be sure in the current lighting...]

Ghh... I'm getting shocked a lot. I'm all for a bit of... electrical play but this is getting ridiculous. I'd like to be able to do chores around the flat without constantly flinching and dropping things. I even have some rubber insulation laid out around the place but it doesn't seem to be working.

[He cautiously picks up a pencil - which ends up shocking him anyways. He stifles a groan, grits his teeth, then shuts his eyes and remains silent for a moment, eventually letting out an half-hearted annoyed sigh]

... I wonder if this is how Yevgeny feels.

*crinkle crackle* Me no *crinkle crackle* like *crinkle crackle* white nuts!!*crinkle crackle crinkle crackle*


(OOC - "white nuts" = packing peanuts)

[Rummy goes to his fridge, and gets a shock when he grabs the handle.] Son of a bitch.

[He tries to grab a beer, but that shocks him too.] Goddammit!

[He even gets shocked when turning on his radio.] Motherfucker! What the fuck is going on?

[/video ends]

Today is one of those days that are going to be way better looking at sometime next week.

[Oh. He's on video? Yes. Yes he is. And he's wearing a Brewer's cap to hide a portion of his rather electrified hair.]


And I'm not sorry for any kind of harsh reply that's going to come out to anybody who makes shocking jokes. Fuck you.

[ The video clicks on to reveal two familiar faces: the City is, once again +1 Scottish redhead and +1 floppy-haired bow-tied Doctor. Even if said Doctor is currently hiding the floppy hair under a sombrero.

They're both grinning wildly. ]

Do you want to do the honours? I think you should.

[ The Doctor looks pleased, taking a deep breath and then he is doing a truly remarkable impression of a drum roll. While Amy is not giggling. Really. ]

Guess what, City? We're back. Did you miss us?

[ A beat. ] You better have. Roll call, who's here? Barnes, you better not have left while I was gone or I will confiscate all your alcohol.

[There's a high pitched whine from the device, static and loud crackling and zapping sounds and the audio picks up Mindy, midsentence. She sounds calm and somehow pissed all in one go.]

---will break it if you touch me again. Don't test me [Laughter, a loud zap and an 'OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!' from Mindy.]

Are you stupid, or something? I said stop touching me!

[The npc person bothering her laughs, says something about babies "running home to cry to their mama" and there's...silence. Mindy's voice sounds different, now. Harsher and a bit dangerous and there's the sound of something popping. Probably knuckles. Probably Mindy's.]

Alright, motherfucker. I see how it is...

[And then a flurry of sounds. Hard thuds and loud zaps and panicked yells from the npc bully in question, barking from the dog Mindy's watching today and then feet running and someone crying. But it's not Mindy who is doing the crying. She's laughing a bit before yelling after the thug;] I WARNED YOU! TOUCH ME AGAIN! SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

[There's more laughter until she notices the device is recording. Then there's a sigh and Mindy speaks;]

I can promise you that the next person that comes up and shocks me will in fact be black and blue for a week. And that's me going easy on you so don't be stupid.

[This is actually starting to really hurt. The feed shuts off and Mindy's probably at the park by now, avoiding going near people.]

[Deep breaths, Lou, deep breaths.

He's still practicing this exercise about a split second before the recording begins, shifting his focus to it immediately, superficially ready to laugh and quip at this silly challenge someone has proposed (forced) him to take part in.

It's nothing but pure nerves, he assures you.]

This is really fucked up. Just thought I should let you know.

[There's an exhale, not quite a laugh. See? Nothing but nerves.]

I guess I'm supposed to say hi now.

Hi. I'm the new guy.

I'd like to know what the fuck you've done to my cat.

( blood.

the first thing that the video feed captures is the sight of ikki's bloodied knuckles, but it's unclear if it belongs to him or someone else. considering that it's ikki, both options are equally likely. his hand reaches out to grab onto the device, giving a brief shot of his equally bloody and mucked up face before the video feed abruptly clicks off.

but audio's still running. he sounds incredibly exhausted and suspiciously like he was just coming down from an adrenaline high. )

Haaaah. Shit. That didn't work. Fuck it, I'll keep trying!

But, damnit, I couldn't remember anything at all once I left. I wrote it on my arms, but even that didn't work. It's like it never even happened at all. Like this place never happened, you know like a horrible dream or something. ( pause. ) But if someone can leave the city can come back, can't someone else in the city be the one to drag 'em back? Seems like it should work that way, yeah?

Right? Riiiiight?

It's stupid for it to be any other way! Otherwise why the hell take me back here? I've already got a home, ya stingy bastards!

( pause. and there's quiet laughter as ikki rocks back and forth on his back like a fallen turtle. )

But I get it, I get it! Everyone's aching for a little bit of the great Sky King's attention! Got two whole world screaming out my name, man!

( it's silent for a long moment, enough to think that the feed has cut out before ikki speaks up again. )

. . . Damn, what day is it here?

(( ooc: back from his final canon update! new title achieved! +11,000 ego points. ))