I have a...

[He clears his throat uncomfortably.]

Potentially ridiculous question, for those of you who have been here longer than I have, but I ask you to bear with me as I ask it anyway. I am in dire need of information.

[A pause as he tries to figure out the least unfortunate way to say this.]

Is it common for one to... experience false memories during the course of one of these "curses"? Are said memories generally completely fake, or do they ever have some slight ring of truth to them?

Either way, it's incredibly disconcerting. I'd appreciate any and all insight on the matter, as soon as possible.

I apologize profusely for my absence from the network recently. I've been pretty busy.

[She's finally settling into the civilian life, it seems. She even went shopping for clothes the other day and it was relaxing, not having to look over her shoulder constantly.]

What have I missed?

[A pause.]

And Serrure, don't think I don't know what you did.

If anyone ever catches me talking like I did this weekend — seriously, if I ever sound like that again...

[He sighs.] Just shoot me or something. I mean it, I'm not kidding. Please.

[The video comes on abruptly, as the device hits the wall. There's a blur of motion as it falls to the ground, along with some papers that scatter around it. When it settles and manages to focus, one might spot Todd standing in the middle of the living room of his apartment, staring in complete bewilderment at the device.]

W--what just...

[He's holding his hands in front of him, palms up as he glances down at them. One, then the other. Then he looks back to the device.]

Did I... make that happen?

[And he walks over to take the device. When he stoops to pick it up and reaches, another gust of air rustles the papers around it and blows the device against the wall.

And the video cuts off.]


[ooc: OKAY so this post is SUPER ULTRA MEGA BACKDATED I am so so sorry for Grab Bag. Power-swapped with Korra. He hates it.]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

[voice]

Okay, City, here's the thing. The newbies from my world have brought in something called pro-bending, and I want in. You need an earthbender, a firebender, and a waterbender, and I figure I can count on Char for the fire part. Sorry, Stutters, but I saw her first. Anyway, I'm recruiting someone with water powers. You don't have to call it bending, you just have to be good at it.

Come by the Jasmine Dragon if you're interested. If you can hold your own in a fight, you're in.

[ Yes, Toph. Show all these teenagers who are older than you. ]

[voice]

All right, then, just a moment of your time. Just a moment. I want to hear everything you know about vampires. Myths, truths, personal experiences, doesn't matter. 'M trying to get a wide viewpoint.

[Video clicks on right as someone in jeans, cowboy boots and a T-shirt that says "+20 Shirt of Smiting" across it, sits down in the fountain. Harry is looking particularly unkempt like maybe he hasn't washed in uh... a few months. Because he's been mostly dead. He got 'not dead' only a little while ago so it's totally not his fault. Well ok it kind of is. Anyway, he jumps right back up with a shout of protest. ]

Hey! Stars and stones that's... uh... not as cold as it should be.

[He realizes he is no longer at the edge of an Island at the south end of Lake Michigan. And that is about the time a long stick drops out of the sky and beans him across the head. There is cursing. Luckily the video fuzzes enough that people can't be TOO offended by it. Between bits of snow he picks up the staff from the water and frowns at it.]

I thought you bit the dust. What the hell is going on?

[And now he realizes he's not even in Chicago. And this is definitely not the Nevernever. Unless they got a really creative ghost taking up residency. He stomps toward the edge of the water which is still doing a decent job of grounding his magic out and letting that device keep broadcasting.]

Huh, someone dropped their... phone? Thing? Did phones change again? I can't keep up with this crap. What's the red light mean? Hell's bells,  did I break it already?