[Portion of a yellow and white scaled body on a wood surface. Marble white fingers with pointed nails appear; grasp around the body, lifting it up out view, revealing the wood surface to be a coffee table in nicely furnished living room. Luke, ponytailed and dressed in uncharacteristic causal (light blue tshirt and jeans), steps into the frame. Long blond hair pulled completely away from his face; more fitted, colored clothing; increased amount of skin showing; all adds to make his green eyes glow slighty and body's whiteness stand out like a Greek statue. Strong emphasis on "not human" here.

He carries large python over to a comfortable looking over-stuffed armchair draped with a pine green blanket. Those with a sharp eye may notice it has faint shimmer running thru its threads.

Deposits Len-Len on the blanketed chair. The snake slithers a few circles before coming to loose coiled rest.

Luke turns his attention to the 'audience'] Don't be so surprised. Would you wear your good clothes while doing housework?

So...yesterday was beyond fucked up.

[...this, coming from the 12 year old girl in pigtails who is expertly twirling a staff that she's only two thirds the height of.]

I was on the subway and some npc'd guys head randomly started bleeding through all openings and some npc'd womans eye fell out. It was just hanging there.

[And she says this so casually, too. The staff gets twisted apart in the middle and she continues twirling, moves graceful and well-practiced. The view from the device? The roof of her building.]

That seems more like an October thing, honestly. Random body parts going all gross and shit.

[Really, what she's trying to say is;]

I just wanna know if my friends are okay because a couple of my own scars disappeared for the day and to whoever got the injuries that caused them, I am so fucking sorry.

Hey, everyone. How're we doing after yesterday?

There'd better not be any horrible wounds and bleeding today. I'm so sorry to everyone who was affected yesterday and I know I'm lucky that I got out of it, but another day of that would've been... you know.

[She doesn't know. Bad doesn't quite cover it.]

So if you were trying to die yesterday, please, please let me know that you're okay? A shout'll do. I'd even be cool with a message delivered via pigeon, just give me a sign. If you don't, I'll come after you and make sure you're okay. [Ahem.] ...That was meant to sound like a threat. Because it was.

It's a hot chocolate and brownies kind of day, I think.