[ Blueprints cover a table in the Avatar 2.0 household, sketches of what looks like a 1920's steampunk-esque car. To Asami, of course, it's the latest model. ]

I've been wondering how to help out around this place and I think I've got it. You could call me a sometime-engineer and these are drawings of a regular Satomobile, a race-car and a taxi-cab invented by my family. They're mostly doodled from memory, so please excuse any mistakes. It would really benefit the city to have a police cab around too, but I'm still working on the designs for that.

[ Turning the camera back to face her, she's shown to be prettily made-up as usual, this time with a red scarf whirled around her neck. ]

I'd love it if somebody wouldn't mind investing in the creation of these automobiles. On the other hand, I'm not going to delude myself. I need a job to afford kick-starting this sort of project ... something linking back to mechanics would be great, obviously. I guess you could call this a mini-showcase of what I can do. Oh! [ Snapping her fingers. ] As someone who's trained since she was a little girl, I can also teach self-defence classes to anyone who needs to brush-up on theirs.

Don't worry about a job being too difficult for me, I can handle myself.




[OOC: Action for housemates, if you're pottering around. C: ]

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!

Hey, City! It sounds like you guys got a . . . ( dramatic pause. ) little robot problem today!!

This sounds like a job for The Great Minami Ikki-sama: ROBOT CRUSHER EXTRAORDINAIRE! For only a couple of coins, I'll free you from the metallic clutches of these nagging assholes!

( the camera then jumps to the crumpled heap of a robot laying pathetically on the floor. )




( [ DEITY FILTER ] )

(( ooc: SORRY FOR MY BRIEF MIA STINT, POLY. I'VE RETURNED NOW TO GET BACK INTO THINGS FULL SWING!! ♥ ))

I've got a bunch of those robots from yesterday. Do you think anyone can make them work again? They were fun to have around and they could cook too!

Which means having one more person to cook instead of... oh, um. I mean, I don't really know anything about these things, so really. Help, please?

Well.

Now that the excitement has settled a bit, I thought I ought to apologise to anyone that I, ah. Menaced, upon my arrival. With the umbrella, that is. As I'm certain you all know, all too well, it can be a bit difficult to act logically when under the City's peculiar influences. Nonetheless, I can assure you-- as long as I've any say in the matter-- it won't happen again.

It's quite strange, to arrive here and find it so changed from what I recall, though admittedly my recollections are rather dim. Still, it's clear quite some time has passed, though I spent a few moments, at best, at home. I've had little luck tracking down any of my previous acquaintances and my shop-- well, nothing to be done about it, perhaps it would be best not to cause a fuss.

For the moment, it seems, I'm well and truly stuck, so I suppose I shall have to make the most of it. Thank-you to everyone who, er, had a hand in explaining things. I do appreciate it, really.

Now. Might anyone know what's become of the Circus? Hardly appropriate behaviour-- much less company-- but goodness, it was such fun.


( small ooc note )

 I can’t be here!  [The voice is noticeably tinged with panic and its a few moments fumbling with the device before the unimpressed face of a teenager appears,  looking half way between panic and annoyance at finding himself... where ever here is]

Look, I’m sure someone thinks this is a brilliant practical joke, haha, but if you don’t tell me how to get home right now I’m going to rip someone’s head off.  I’m not even particularly bothered if it was their fault I’m here or not. 

I can’t be here.  [ He can’t just disappear, he can’t abandon his pack, what if Derek thinks he took off after Erica and Boyd?  What if the alpha pack attack when he’s not there?  Their pack is tiny, they’d be outnumbered even with him there and from Scott’s description, Peter wasn’t the kind of person who he wanted Derek to have to rely on.]  I really can’t.  

[today's feed is brought to you by the letter s.

for sneeze. a mighty, mighty sneeze- the sort of sneeze that really clears out the sinuses, if you catch the drift. be thankful Bolin has a tissue handy or there would be a lot of runny snot up in here.

here being his bed. wrapped in his comforter.]

I.

Am sick.

[AND SOUNDING QUITE CONGESTED DESPITE THAT SNEEZE]

I do not know why I was compelled to announce this. Sympathy is nice though.

[one more nasty sneeze]

Please kill me. Except not literally.

Maybe it's a bit late, but between the flying—or, rather, lack thereof—dogs, and robot things, I didn't think cluttering up the network would be the best idea. But I can't finish out the month with being rude, can I? If Mum were here, I wouldn't hear the end of it at all.

That being said: a rather belated thank you to everyone who celebrated our birthdays with Percy and me! It was really lovely and the food was excellent—yeah, even the lot of you who said they were rubbish cooks. Liars, all of you.

And I suppose being so lucky and having loads of friends means that I'm really not going to be an old witch with only cats for company. Right? I mean, I've only got... three, as of recently.

The owl and the Pygmy Puff don't count.



[ooc; tags may be slow-ish as i organise my life. audition week has been insane. thanks for your patience, darlings. ♥ ]