[ Teddy's messing with his device, pretty much trying to figure out how he could change the ring tone of it to something more him. He's not aware it's running, picking up the small furrow of concentration in his face. It's not really going to plan, and he's about to shove it in his pocket when he hears the crying. Teddy looks up, the device dropping to his side as he lets his hand fall, images of the park panning across the screen. To his right, down by some trees, a small boy has his hands balled up beside him and tears streaming down his face.

He immediately starts walking over, coming to crouch down beside him. ] Hey, are you okay?

[ The boy shakes his head, gives a furious sniff, and points upwards. Something is clearly lodged in the tree, a high, sturdy thing that people should only really climb if they did that kind of thing usually.

Teddy's shucking off his messenger bag immediately. ] Here, you can play with this while I get it for you, okay? [ He hands his device to the kid, who apparently seems to realise it's filming when Teddy didn't, because he gets in a hazy image of the boy taking off his jacket and -.

Changing. Green wings unfurl at his back, and his bulk increases significantly. His resemblance to the Hulk is probably not lost to many people, but he's still different. Then he's pushing off, flying up to the top of the tree to lay his hands on the kite. It's shaped like a rocket, and he can't help but smile as he drops back down and untangles the string to hand back. ] Here you go. Maybe don't fly it next to the trees next time?

[ Changing back, Teddy's picking everything back up again and laughing when the boy hands his device back with a wowed kind of silence. ] Thanks. [ He watches as the kid runs with his kite back into the centre of the park, is moving to pull his bag back on when he finally notices the little red light. ] Crap. At least it wasn't a kitten?

[This is the sound of someone tapping a nail against the microphone]

This on-

[A pause, okay, yes, it's on.]

I don't have time for this. I need to know how to get past whatever that wall in the forest is made of. Now.

[Because repeated slammings of his fist into it have done nothing but hurt.]

I need to get home.

[There is a werewolf pack descending on his territory and his wolves are in danger and Peter is there with them alone and-

Peter is with them alone-]

........please.

[He sounds like just swallowed glass.]

This isn't funny-

How odd.

I was told this wasn't unlike a phone at first—but it's closer to a record, isn't it? There's quite a lot of information archived if you're willing to look back so far. I wonder if there's a quicker way to search through it as well. . .

[ dead pause. ]

But that would be far too inconvenient to consider. Wouldn't it?

Ah, I'm straying from my own question. I meant to ask—has anyone got a book recommendation or two they could make for the local library? For a younger audience, of an unfinished education—mmm, and a rather impatient temper. He's particularly fond of adventures.

[ another tiny thoughtful beat—to go with a tiny thoughtful laugh. ]

In more than one arena, it seems! It's to be expected, I suppose, if that sort of reading's common here. . .

[ Though he's still not entirely comfortable addressing the City at large (at least, not for anything more than shaming the dog), this video feed is obviously intentional. ]

A curse for flying, hm?

[ Yusuf taps his chin, as if he hasn't thought about this for the past couple days. ]

Well, I hope no one was hurt. Flying without a means only happens in hallucinations... and dreams, of course.

In my world, at least. [ He adds, because the City is full of surprising people with surprising talents. ]

I wonder if flying is the City's collective desire. If you could have any dream you liked, would it be to fly?

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Normally I'm much better about keeping up with these things. Guess I just haven't been feeling it.

I'm sorry. This is the Jim Belushi of network posts. It exists just to remind you it exists, pretending to have relevance but meaning nothing.