Saya Daphne Wallace
18 September 2012 @ 07:45 am
I don't wear T-shirts.

[She does not sound pleased]

This one doesn't match anything. I will not be coming in today. Shop is closed. Go somewhere else.

The City could at least make this curse stylish.

[ooc: she won't be seeing anyone in person today because her shirt reads: I killed my father and ate him and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.]
 
 
Andrew Ryan
18 September 2012 @ 08:20 am
Do we all posses these ridiculous shirts? First of all, I'd like to make it known that I don't wear t-shirts.

[And admittedly, if you could see him right now, he'd look pretty strange with his t-shirt reading "I built an underwater utopia and turned it into a horrible dystopia and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!" under his suit jacket.]

Now let me inquire as to this... you needn't tell me what your t-shirt says, but I'm curious -- are all of your t-shirts true?

[Because he thinks his is a horrid lie, of course.]
 
 
Charlene Roberta McGee
18 September 2012 @ 09:28 am
[This is done on purpose. For once. For the most part, she'd rather not show her face but she has things to do and has decided that the damn City isn't going to keep her from sticking to her responsibilities.

So, the City is graced with a view of her t-shirt. From the sounds around her, she's at the Dragon and it is a very busy day.

Her shirt, black writing on a white background, says;]


I BURNED DOWN 200 PLUS ACRES OF POPULATED GOVERNMENT PROPERTY WHEN I WAS A KID AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT!


[Charlie does not look like she cares at all. She looks kinda bored, actually.]

All my shirts are like this, apparently. Any shirt I buy ends up looking like this. It's just for a day, right?

[A shrug.] I'll manage.
 
 
Ginny Weasley
18 September 2012 @ 10:03 am
084.  
[ accidental video ]


Looks like my luck with being uncursed these past few weeks finally ran out.

[Ginny Weasley appears onscreen, looking more than a little displeased—and a fraction shaken, for those of you who know her well enough to pick up on it. She's unaware that she's broadcasting because she's talking to the cat staring up at her from her bed, who lets out a little mewl in answer. Ginny sighs and her arms are crossed, but they don't completely obscure the words emblazoned on her chest:

I WAS POSSESSED
AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT.


The shirt is reason enough for her exceptionally bad mood because it's a secret she's managed to keep to herself for years in the City. And she's always known a curse would out her in the end, but today catches her even more off-guard because today, the memories she'd traded with have returned. And though she knows she'd done it consciously, it just reminds her even more of Tom Riddle and the diary.

Ginny finally notices the blinking red light on the device and her expression hardens and she snaps out: ]


Yeah, it's exactly what it says on the tin: I don't like people in my head, so stay the hell out. Simple enough, right?

[And she reaches out to end the feed.]



[ooc; HAVE FUN, KIDS. Ginny surely won't. And re: the memories - she'd given up her memories of Harry, Hermione, her family, and anyone else from her world having ever being in the City. They're back now! YAY?]
 
 
Vislor Turlough
18 September 2012 @ 10:28 am
[Video]

[Turlough is in his room in the Tardis. He's out of the regular school uniform, and instead in a simple (if rather 80s) jeans and t-shirt combo. He's scowling in the mirror, arms crossed over his chest to obscure the script. He turns around to find a jumper to cover it up with, and in the process gives the viewers an extremely clear shot of what his shirt says.



I WAS EXILED FROM MY HOME PLANET AND IMPRISONED ON EARTH
AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT




He picks up his device to make a post, inadvertently ending the video feed.]


[Text]

I enjoy the City's idea of a prank less and less each day. Did anyone else wake up today with a new wardrobe addition?


[ooc: Feel free to bump into him around town. One of the perks of this t-shirt is that the Misos Triangle is going to be visible on his arm, a branding for prisoners on his planet. Perks for me, anyway. He's going to be grumpy about it. :-D]
 
 
Uchiha Sasuke
18 September 2012 @ 10:58 am
 
[The video turns on just briefly but it's clear that Sasuke is affected by the curse given his shirt reads: My brother killed my entire clan except for me and all I got was a lousy t-shirt]

These t-shirts are ridiculous. As if I really needed another reminder of that.
 
 
Mako
18 September 2012 @ 01:29 pm
[ Mako hasn't bothered to check the network yet this morning so he's unaware of the wtfery that's happening. This t-shirt that he's wearing, how and when it pulled itself onto his body is beyond him (did he sleepwalk and change in his sleep?) and now he seems to be stuck with it. And boooooyyyyyyy is it upsetting (apparently he's not the only one with issues that involve losing family). ]

Whatever this is-- [ He's accessed the network now. Big bold letters on his upper body read: MY PARENTS WERE MURDERED RIGHT-- ... surely anyone can guess the rest. Nonetheless, Mako looks downright furious. He'll deal with the hurt and upset that follows once he's in private. ] --whatever joke I'm missing, I'm not laughing. This is disgusting.


[ Disconnects. Really not impressed. Time to go coddle daddy's scarf. ]



[ooc; "My parents were murdered right in front of me and all I got was this lousy t-shirt". Yep.]]
 
 
Timekeeper Raymond Leon
18 September 2012 @ 01:31 pm
[The video is only a few seconds long, but the shot is clear: Raymond is in (the slightly askew) frame, as is the mirror he's (not too happily) inspecting himself in, and thus, so is the text (brightly and boldly) emblazoned on his nice new t-shirt. For those who can make out the mirrored text, it reads I SHOT MYSELF IN THE SHOULDER AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT.]

Come on, it was one time.

( OOC: open to action! the clock on his left arm is now exposed as well, so feel free to have characters notice it, haha. )
 
 
Jack ❝ Wynand ❞ (Ryan)
18 September 2012 @ 01:37 pm
Somehow I feel like I got the worst of the bunch.

( OOC: open to action! for those who run into him at the Blue Light or elsewhere about town, his shirt reads as follows -- "I WAS MIND-CONTROLLED INTO MURDERING MY FATHER WITH A GOLF CLUB AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT". )
 
 
elliot nightray
18 September 2012 @ 02:28 pm
[ he doesn't remember it.

of course he doesn't, not with Humpty Dumpty so lovingly tracing spindly fingers over every inch of his memory. they come as snapshots, or vivid scenes that he dismisses as simple, useless nightmares of flames and blood and heads rolling across the floor.

it's the nightmare he wakes up from now, with a start that knocks his device half across the nightstand, and turns the video feed on soundlessly. the device sits at an odd angle, but as Elliot sits up, still a bit disoriented, the words on his sudden wardrobe change make themselves clear on the screen.


I BEHEADED TWO OF MY BROTHERS
AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT


he doesn't realize it until a moment later, at which point he blanches, and immediately makes for his closet, pulling him off camera. there's the sound of fabric sliding across skin, growling, and then sudden movement, as Elliot grabs his phone and shoves it in his coat pocket.

the feed goes dark, and after about five minutes of pitch-black rustling, it finally times out. ]


--------

( ooc: feel free to catch him out and about in the City. the letters have made their way onto the back of his coat, so no hiding for him! )
 
 
107тн ѕergeanт jaмeѕ вarneѕ
18 September 2012 @ 03:28 pm
'm just gonna chalk this up to some future thing I don't get, but whatever it is, it ain't funny.

[ It's audio simply because Bucky doesn't quite want to broadcast I got tortured by HYDRA and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. He still has to go to work though, has to be a normal human being for once even if all he wants to do is set the damn thing on fire. Whether or not he's out of it is optional the mood he's in. ]

Anyone care t'explain it?

( ooc: feel free to run into him at any point if you want to. he will be the grumpiest, but it's good with me. )
 
 
coyote_walking
18 September 2012 @ 03:58 pm
Oh nice, City. Very nice.

[That would be sarcasm and lots of it as we see Mercy looking down at her shirt which reads, "I lost my home 'cause the guy I was in love with only wanted me so he could have kids."]

Thanks. I really hoped the whole world would get to see that.

[As she turns to walk away,the back of her shirt reads, "And then I found my mom had a whole other family and none of them knew I existed and all I got..."]
 
 
livingmyths
18 September 2012 @ 04:04 pm
[There's a crying Rain and a shredded t-shirt in frame.]

I won't wear it. I don't care, I won't!

I'll go naked first!
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itsjustafruit
18 September 2012 @ 05:05 pm
I caused the
FALL OF MAN
(pst, it was easy)
and all I got was
this lousy-tshirt


image behind the cut )
 
 
Anna Assaoui ✝
18 September 2012 @ 05:10 pm
[Anna is not particularly thrilled about having to work today, but... Well. She doesn't like the idea of staying inside either. So she will be down at the Blue Light waiting tables, as usual, though across her chest it says quite plainly:]


MARTYR


[There is also a quote on the back that Anna cannot, thankfully, read. But you might be able to:]
“Lucie was only a victim. Like all the others. It’s so easy to create a victim, young lady, so easy. You lock someone in a dark room. They begin to suffer. You feed that suffering. Methodically, systematically and coldly. And make it last. Your subject goes through a number of states. After a while, their trauma; that small, easily opened crack, makes them see things that don’t exist.”
 
 
Luke {Loki Laufeyjarson}
18 September 2012 @ 06:42 pm
[The person on the screen doesn't look like Luke, but whoever she is, she has all his mannerisms, and his accent, if you know Luke.

If not, you'll probably notice how she has a billion hair, first off, and then that she's wearing the dress code of the day, only she's cut open the neckline so that it slopes down off of one of her shoulders. You can't see all the words and letters initially, but through the video, you can piece together that it says MY BROTHER KIDNAPPED, IMPRISONED AND KILLED ALL MY CHILDREN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT.]

I think the t-shirt is selling itself short. It might one day be a very nice t-shirt if it put a little effort into its own existence. Poor t-shirt. It's no self esteem. I shall have to give it another makeover. If only it would let me paint over the word 'LOUSY'. I feel quite certain that's the first step towards improving this shirt's opinion of itself.


[ooc: There's writing on the back of Luke's shirt as well if anyone wants to encounter him in person. It says: 'AND CHAINED IN PRISON UNDERGROUND AND TORTURED'. His life is pleasant.]

 
 
Loki
18 September 2012 @ 07:26 pm
[He's wearing a t-shirt that appears a little worse for wear, it once said "I <3 London" on the front and is now a bit war torn.] Nothing like wearing one's dirty secrets quite literally on one's breast.

[Serrure is feeding creatures at the zoo, from the camera angle, it is propped up on something and when he turns, one can see the back of the shirt, "I murdered my brother, created the ultimate fear weapon, set Yggdrasill ablaze and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." Lies and malicious slander. Or so he would say.]
 
 
Merlin of Ealdor ♣ Emrys
18 September 2012 @ 07:47 pm
[ Merlin's definitely had better mornings.

It's routine to get out of bed and grab his phone from where he's tucked it away, and once he has it in his hand is when he notices that he's not wearing the shirt he went to bed with. That is also when it starts recording, showing him frowning at it in confusion as he tries to read it.

Eventually his expression turns to something closer to horror, however, along with a pained crease to his brow, and he almost gapes.

I POISONED A CLOSE FRIEND AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT. ]

Wh...

No, you can't...

[ With a shaky breath, he drops back down on the bed and rubs his palm over his face. And the feed cuts out. ]
 
 
Mae Crawford
18 September 2012 @ 08:03 pm
Since everyone's showing theirs, I thought I'd share mine. [She grins, and angles the camera to her very impressive chest, where her T-shirt proudly proclamates:

HIDE YOUR SONS


She then lifts the device again.]
I had to get this done on commission. Used to own one of these in Exeter, but unfortunately the City doesn't also move your wardrobe here with you, so this is a new and improved version.

[And a bit of a repentant, sheepish smile.] Sorry, no curse. For once, the City has decided not to air my dirty laundry in public. [Pause.] I don't feel as accomplished as I thought I would after making that pun.

Either way, you all have a ...very interesting past, it seems? But a lot of the things on the shirts people are wearing today are personal, so - welcomed or not, you have my sympathy. One should be allowed to wear whatever inscription one wants on one's T-shirt, with a big emphasis on wants to. Can't they be covered up with a scarf, or a cardigan? Just a suggestion.

[ooc; What she said: not cursed.]
 
 
Sophie Hatter
18 September 2012 @ 08:14 pm
[Someone is very upset. Someone also realizes there's a certain protocol to follow when these things happen, always some person informing the City of a departure. Someone doesn't want to.

And her T-shirt -
I was cursed into the body of a 90 year old woman, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt - which she is doing her best trying to hide, is not helping with her mood at all. Quietly:]

I know he had friends here, so I should probably tell you. As of yesterday, Howl Jenkins, Pendragon, and whatever other silly silly name is...

[She fiddles with the hem of her shirt.] Gone. [Just a painting on a wall somewhere. And who knows - everyone talks of departure in such different ways - who knows if she'll see him again.

Fiddle. Fiddle, fiddle.]
This - [Suddenly angry, she stretches her shirt out and glares at the camera.] - is incomplete. I got many, many other things from the experience! But of course, it's not about that, is it? It's about pouring salt over an opened wound.

Oooh, if only - I would give some Deities such a spanking.

[She clamps her mouth shut. Now's not the time to stick out her neck again, even if she really wants to. Before she says anything else, she turns the device off.]
 
 
The Mad Hatter
18 September 2012 @ 08:24 pm
 It is quite impossible to properly accessorize these...clothes. 

[Ne looks over the shirt ne's wearing Created the world's first social experiment... rather wistfully.]

Cemented One's reputation and made many happy people as well.
 
 
Organic Angel Alexiel
18 September 2012 @ 08:42 pm
( Alexiel is holding a t-shirt, her expression unreadable. After a long moment, she drops it onto a chair and begins the arduous task of combing through her hair. On said shirt, the following words are written: )

She, the forgotten daughter of god, gave her body to...


( The name is slashed out of the shirt. )

and all she got was this lousy t-shirt.


( She is unamused, deities. Shame on you.

While Alexiel brushes her hair, her body tenses until she almost looks like a statue. Yet her hands keep moving with practiced ease.

The feed ends. )
 
 
Nathan Young
18 September 2012 @ 09:00 pm
[Now, would Nathan be left out on a curse like today? Of course not. He doesn't seem as bothered by his t-shirt as some citizens, not even bothering to zip up his hoodie to try and hide the message.

I SHAT MYSELF IN MY COFFIN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT


He stretches out the material so it can be read clearly, then lets it go.]


Okay, so how many of you can spend days in a coffin without either taking a shit or having your bowels explode everywhere? I bet even the deities couldn't hold it that long.
 
 
Dr Robert Chase
18 September 2012 @ 09:07 pm
[The doctor is in his office, where he's been since just before midnight. It is now two pm.

He's on the phone, back to the camera.]


Tell him I'm not available for surgery today.

Because I'm not available for surgery today. Yes, I'm in. I'm in my office.

[He shoves a hand back through his hair, frustrated.]

No, Manda, I don't want a coffee brought up. I'm busy.

It's fairly straightforward, you tell him I'm Not - Available - For - Surgery...For God's sake, he's not that frightening, is he?

Then tell him to call me and I'll tell him I'm not available for surgery.

Yes, unless it's life or death.

I'm sure about the coffee.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You're very sweet, but I'm fine. I'll speak to you later.

Right, maybe later I'll want coffee. Bye.

[He hangs up. The sigh on the click of the receiver isn't an exaggeration - nor is the startled look when he turns to notice his device is recording.]

Oh, for-

[Transmission end.]


[Chase is wearing a white T shirt, the slogan of which cannot be seen on camera. It is, howevever, I KILLED A MAN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS... please feel free to try and bother him by network or in person, some characters may get in, but that door is locked.

ALSO this will be backdatey because uni has started and I'm tired.]
 
 
Chekov, Pavel Andreievich
18 September 2012 @ 09:20 pm
I realize that many people are distressed by this curse and I'm very sorry for that, but I have a question: are eighteenth birthdays of any special significance where you are from? At home, eighteen is the age at which someone is considered an adult. It is also the minimum drinking age in many places, as well as the minimum age for a variety of activities that I have been told about but would rather not repeat here.

Are birthdays celebrated here? We age, I know that, but it seems greedy to celebrate a birthday here only to celebrate it again after we have left.

Private to Doc Brown )

Private to Delacroix & Pepper Potts )

Private to Charlie )


[ooc: Yes, he is cursed. No, he does not want to share. Most importantly, tomorrow is his eighteenth birthday. There's also this deity trade thing that happened, but he would rather not talk about that, either. Or Howl. Or...]
 
 
Alexis Hargreaves
18 September 2012 @ 09:37 pm
How nice that we can all celebrate in this place.

Through dance.

Through love.

Through friendship.

In the darkest times we might find the light and in the storms we might find the calm that follows.

Let us see how long it lasts before chaos reigns again.

Sincerely,

M.O.C.
 
 
Lucy Locke
18 September 2012 @ 09:54 pm
[Lucy is sitting on top of the counter in her store. She's wearing a dress and a pair of heels. Her hair is wavy, curly and loose around her shoulders. There's a flush in her cheeks that hasn't been there in a very long time and she's got a big smile on her face.]

Someone made a deal for me, at least I think that's what happened. Anyway, I'm alive and who ever it was...thank you. It's not like I really think a thank you can take care of that. It's sort of bigger than that and by sort of I mean a lot bigger than that, but thank you anyway.

[Lucy has an idea who made the deal for her and why, but she's not entirely sure that he wants it broadcast.]
 
 
James E. Wilson, MD
18 September 2012 @ 10:29 pm
[As Wilson goes about his business at the hospital today, he's wearing a t-shirt under his lab coat. He does do his best to keep it mostly obscured, but you might catch it anyway. It reads:]

I WAS KILLED BY SHEEP AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT


[Before work, after work, or at work, he'll be wearing it because he has no other choice - and though he tries to cover it with a jacket, they all just keep opening. After a while, he just lets them stay that way.]
 
 
Todd Anderson
18 September 2012 @ 10:36 pm
[Todd is frowning at the device, lightly. He is wearing a t-shirt which reads "My Father Thinks I'm Worth Less Than This Lousy T-Shirt". He looks down then back at the device, and speaks.]

I don't... I don't expect other people to really care, exactly, about this. I just-- I need to say it, and I think… um. I think it's important that I say it where people can see it. I guess it makes it... I don't know. It means more, that I can do that. I don't really expect anyone to understand.

But.

[Looking down again, at the shirt, and then back up.]

This isn't... it's not my fault, or my problem, or anything that's wrong with me. It's him. It's his problem, and he's… he's the one who needs to fix it. Not me. And what he thinks… it doesn't matter. I know I'm worth more than he thinks.

I am.

[He laughs slightly, nervously, and then shrugs.]

Sorry, I'm-- I really don't want attention or anything, I just... I needed to know I could do this. So. Thank you, anyone who listened.
 
 
Rapunzel
18 September 2012 @ 10:55 pm
[People who know Rapunzel know that, unless explicitly brought up by her, there are 3 things she doesn't like talking about: Her hair, her tower, and her mother.

Today has been fun, trying to avoid two of those topics.

Over her normal attire, Rapunzel is wearing a slightly big t-shirt with 'I was held captive in a tower by my 'mother' for 18 years, and the best thing I got was this lousy t-shirt' emblazoned on the front. She's spent most of her energy today trying to avoid talking about it.

She's out for a walk right now with her ever growing puppy, Zucker, sitting by the fountain, tugging on the shirt.]


I really hope these things just go away after today is over...

[Zucker yips happily and she smiles, scratching his ears.]

Well, if they don't, you get a new chew toy, right?

[ooc: Open to all action!]
 
 
Frankie Dalton
18 September 2012 @ 10:55 pm
[VIDEO]

[Looking rather frustrated, Frankie Dalton is... doing dishes. At home. Only the top rows of text on his shirt are visible:

I'M ABOUT TO BE
TORN TO PIECES BY


but, perhaps, the rest can be inferred? He's still scowling down at the sink.]

Fucking City,

[he mutters with characteristic eloquence, still unaware. A few dishes later, the connection times out.]



[ooc; ...A HORDE OF HUNGRY VAMPIRES &c.]