[ The feed starts with a pretty shaky view of the fountain before it lifts to take in the girl. She pushes damp red hair out of her face and frowns at the device in her hands like the way it's blinking at her will magically reveal all. It's cold, and Clary's soaked, and she's not sure how she got here only she'd really like to get back to Idris straight away, thank you very much.

Feeling stupid, she worries her cuticle and then goes back to peering at the device. Her stele isn't in the fountain and it makes something worried and upset twist in her stomach. Can she call a portal without it? Is that even possible? But she can't just sit here and catch hypothermia - she has to do something. ]

Hello? Is this thing on? [ It's recording, she gets that. But to who. And to where. She wishes Jace were with her. At least then she'd have someone who knew what they were doing in a crisis. ] I think I've found someone's cell. If they could come and collect it that would be awesome.

[ Quietly. ] And then maybe you could tell me how to get home too? That sounds like a good trade, right? [ Tilting the device sideways as water slides out of it. ] It was totally wet before I got here.

[Voice Post;]
Hel--

[Can you get feedback on the Network? Yes? No? Well, there's a burst of static anyway. I mean, there's a reason he has been known to keep mostly away from PA systems and microphones.

The screeching static clears.

A cheery-sounding voice emerges--cheery, friendly, jovial, maybe even disarming. Friendly, friendly guy here. Clearly.]

Wow, wonder what that was.

[No, he doesn't wonder at all. Not that anyone else needs to know.]

Hello? Hello? Okay, okay. Sounds all right to me.

Snappy little phone here, I gotta say. I kinda like it. Top of the line, right?

Hey, but, I think I saw someone with one of those headsets in earlier too. There was a time when those things were quite the rage. I do recall it. You know, they called them "Jawbones" at the time.

[And he laughs, bright and dark at once, but he won't say what's so damn funny. Jawbones, though. It's funny. If you have to ask, you'll never know.]

Anyway, everyone--well, everyone who thought it was...cool, or who wanted to prove a thing or two about their money and their importance and ended up proving quite the opposite--wandered around with these things plugged in their ears looking a little like, well, like robots [more brightly dark laughter] and like they were shouting at thin air or phantom hallucinations like some kind of deranged madman when they were really just calling out long distance out over the airwaves. And nobody could tell the difference between galloping insanity and telephone calls. But how much difference is there, really?

That was the Zeitgeist then: everyone was always talking to someone who wasn't there.

[The slightest of intentional pauses. Can you feel him grinning on the other end?]

Are you out there?

Hi!
[//voice post ends]

[ooc: Oh snap! A godmod-h4x trans-dimensional inter-temporal semi-immortal wizard troll asshole all up in your City! A few notes: permissions post is here, first of all, for all permission, question, and 4th-wally (likely him 4th-walling your character, if you want that) needs. And second, he is at present operating under a new face and an assumed identity, as is common with him (hence the PB and stuff), so expect fakery and fake names for a while!]

[The video opens to a view of the fountain and a small pair of feet clad in unusual, tight-fitting red boots. The audio feed is little more than the buzz of many voices overlapping, words lost in the crowd.

The little feet shift, pace, and occasionally vanish out of sight. After a time, the owner of the feet sits on the fountain's edge, coming into view. She's young and petite; her billowing outfit, tied at the waist, is all subdued red-browns and yellows. Her dark brown hair is pulled into an off-center bun.

The girl looks around with wide brown eyes. It's clear that she's surprised and nervous and very possibly overwhelmed by the busy City Square, but there's no panic or jitteriness in her movements. With an air of calm grace, she draws her legs up and settles into a meditative position.]

I wish I had brought a book.

[Her eyes close. The feed times out long before she moves.]


[ooc: Er... this does not happen at the same time as the goat-slaughtering post.]

[ VIDEO / ACTION ]

--be home soon.

[The voice is faintly tinny, coming from the phone only to be picked back up as service switches over (unexpectedly) to the Network. And along with it comes the visual of a man looking straight at the camera, since he had been brooding over the screen.

The expression doesn't last, though; his chin snaps up in alarm, phone forgotten, at what ought to be a window overlooking Miami and not... Well, he doesn't know what. He turns to look over his shoulder, one side and then the other.

He grimaces slightly, and says in a soft voice:]

Well, that's an interesting complication.


[ooc; some vagueness may occur to allow for continuity but feel free to bump into him if you'd rather!]