[Device screen switches on, Ken looks perplexed for a moment, then glares at it before the entire scenery changes. He tumbles away, the walls show, then it's obviously broadcasting the carpet before it times out.]

Text five minutes later from his Digivice;

It was so obvious.... Those deities gave us the devices from the beginning, and we use them unquestionably. They're just controlling us with that expectation, and who knows what else.

I don't doubt they monitor all of our conversations!

No longer will I be a part of that. You would do better to throw away your devices as well.

[He'll be back on it tomorrow.]

[At first, the video is normal, held up so that everyone can see his face. He begins to speak.]

City, I've been meaning to inquire as to several things. Not, perhaps, the most pressing things, but questions nonetheless, I...

[There's a pause, and then the device is flung to the ground.]

I won't be a part of this ridiculous system any longer, a system that takes and takes and never gives back -- and people who want to take from the system without hard work. Hasn't anyone around here heard of capitalism? The free market? Are we happy to live in a society like this? Are we?

[And now he flings his cigarette to the ground emphatically.]

[Well, Charlie sure sounds happy. And by happy, we mean pissed. Again. City, what are you doing?]

Okay. I get that this is a curse. That's cool. Shit happens but the next customer that comes to the Dragon and throws stuff to the ground because they don't like the fact that we're closed until further notice and gets in my face ranting about how this is all The Mans idea...I will blacken your eye without hesitation.

The chalkboard signs weren't cheap to make, you know.

[And the audio switches off.]

[Filtered to The Jasmine Dragon staff and by default the LoK crew that Charlie knows of]

So, I'm thinking next Monday we reopen? Stop by to pick up training manuals and recipe books? This weekend, we can do some training on that stuff before Monday. Until then? I need a day or so off.

[ The broadcast is voice only because when Pepper had asked someone to hand her the device, she'd... well, she'd thrown it on the ground. ]

Usually this is Tony's problem, and still, even he's not as violent about it. I'm beginning to see how annoying it is from everyone else's perspective.

[He's sprawled back on a chair, twirling Loki's Tesseract Staff in his left hand, almost casually]

Reconsidering my stance on taking over the world after watching "The Human Centipede" on the recommendation of a citizen here. Do mortals truly engage in things such as that?

There are no words. None. Only a deep and abiding need for some therapy.

Also, my sincerest apologizes to the video store clerk whereupon attempting to return "The Human Centipede," I found myself only able to throw said movie on the ground. Over and again.

[He ceases twirling the staff and glances it over] Still trying to figure out whatever it is this does- I ah- found it in with Loki's possessions when he departed. Might be something dangerous, I ought to hold on to it for safekeeping.

[Transmission opens with a crashing sound and low curse that ends in...] --ck!

[A different voice, much deeper, comes in.] Sir? I think you dropped your-- [Fingers on the microphone muffle whatever the man says before...]

Thanks. [And then there's another crash as the communicator hits the ground again.]

What's your problem, buddy? [The man with the deep voice sounds kind of pissed off.]

Look. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I have this. I don't know what it is, actually. I'm sorry. Thanks for your help, but think I'm just going to sit down here and wait for these arms spasms to pass. Why don't you just take these technicolor coins and-- [Yes, there's the sound of coins hitting the ground and the following deep-voiced profanity cuts out of the transmission for the sake of little, innocent, Loki ears.

A video transmission cuts in a minute later and Bruce is sitting on the ground next to his communicator with his face in both hands.]

Dear world, I take it back, my day could get worse.

[ooc: Back from con! If you have a thread in Bruce's last post that you'd really like to see picked up, let me know. Otherwise, I'll grind up the remaining stale threads to bake fresh, tasty threads for your gaming delectation.]

[ Today, you get a video of...someone fiddling with the device, briefly, before pointing it in the direction opposite them. It isn't very clear, or well-aimed, but that's what happens when you're not used to using this sort of thing.

What one can see, though, is an upturned table in the library. And someone sort of...caught under it. How suspicious. And dangerous!

And then the camera turns back to its owner, who seems much better off than the other person. ]

Mm, as you can see, there's been a bit of a...situation. As it happens, these tables are a lot harder to lift than one would think! It's a shame, how getting caught up with what's been happening today might cause that to be forgotten.

If there's anyone around here, I'm sure both of us could use a bit of help.

[ Not.......actually cursed! Though it's possible to make that mistake, even if it doesn't quite match the symptoms. Feel free to figure that out; it's up to you, dear City.

Action possible for those in the library or anyone who just wants to pop in and help or whatever. ]

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[It may look like Abed is sitting in a cafe, wearing a mustache cut out of felt, but appearances can be deceiving. This isn't Abed; this is Evil Abed, come forth from the Darkest Timeline to wreck havoc.

A waitress hands him a cup of tea, which he takes and then SLAMS on the ground, scattering shards and steaming liquid everywhere. Is it a curse that compels him to do this? No, he's just a dick.

He looks over the waitress.]

You could lose a quarter in that ass.


[She stalks off and he calls after her]

In case you're too dumb to get it, I just called you fat.