God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod.

[Is that a bit of a Kiwi accent there? Why yes there is.]

God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod.

Shut up.

God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod. [With repetition the manifest lack of enthusiasm to that statement just drills deeper and deeper. Someone's cheering Hod with all the joy of someone getting a root canal.]

God of all things dark and cold. Yay Hod.

Shut the fuck up!

[There's a clatter of things being thrown and a bird's angry squawk.]

God of all things-- [SQUAWK]

[ Her device is aimed at the view from the window of her new apartment, taking in the flock of birds spiraling to and fro through the sky. She keeps quiet for a moment, letting the video run before she finally speaks. ]

Either we're stuck in Snow White's twisted fantasy or the next thing you know there'll be a partridge in a pear tree sprouting out of every single crack in the sidewalk. [ As amused as she sounds, this will be the first Christmas Clary's spent absolutely alone. No mom, no Luke, no Simon. She's not sure how Shadowhunters feel about Christmas but it would have been nice to spend it with them too.

She's not a natural pessimist though, so when the feed switches to her she smiles. ] I'm kind of looking for work? I did a few stints helping out at a museum last summer, so I'm good with crowds. [ A little self-conscious now. ] I mean, okay I haven't really got a lot of experience but I'm eager to learn my hand at a trade so anything out there would be awesome.

[ Miles is minding his own business when a huge parrot flies in through the window. Thinking it's pretty cool, he takes out his device to grab a video. Just then the parrot begins to speak, in Miles' own voice. ]

I don't, like, poop them out if that's what you're thinking.

…What?

I don't, like, poop them out if that's what you're thinking.

No, I heard you the first time. Stupid bird. [ Miles shoos it away and ends the video. ]

I guess it's my turn.

[Well, hello City. Carla is sitting on the floor, watching Peanut shake... something. The puppy is really enjoying himself, growling and yipping in high trills that are far from intimidating.]

A year isn't much, I know some of you have been here longer. I think the tradition is to complain about it, but...

[Finally, she reaches over to take the thing from Peanut. It's a bird. And those who've known her all this year long might recognize a barbet when they see one. Carla smiles lazily.]

I'm fine with staying. Come here, Peanut.

Stop, stop --. [ There's a bird sitting on the hood of Stiles' jeep. The boy who owns it is currently trying to wave the thing off with his bag full of groceries. ] Please be quiet, c'mon, just quit it.

[ The birds wings ruffle but it doesn't take off, just opens it's beak to speak in a voice that is exactly Stiles, couldn't be anyone else's. ] His ass is amazing. That should be why they tell you not to go into the woods. But he has these teeth too and usually that means being eaten and not in a fun, sexy way.

No no no no. Stop talking, stop right this instant. [ Panicking. ] I was cursed, it doesn't count, it was totally a curse.

[ Of course, the only way this could be worse is if his device was broadcasting to the whole City ]

... I'm just going to go kill myself now.

[Because texting is for losers with time, that's why.] I take it there is a pattern to theses curses? I would have believed the City was trying to increase the number of animals in its preposterous cages, were they not the kind to disappear so soon after midnight.

Can someone offer some insight? [If there's anything else she wants to say, it gets interrupted by a raven perching itself on her shoulder. Its beak open, and out comes Sif's voice:]

My hunting skills could keep us fed for a lifetime.

[Her expression thunderous, she swats the bird away.] Off with you.

[ooc; She still stands by it. :| You're missing out on a catch, City.]

All right. I said I was gonna do it, so I did it.

[Jimmy bends down to pick something up out of view of the camera, and the something makes a yipping noise as he does so.]

C'mere.

[He holds up a Boston Terrier with a particularly grumpy expression to the camera, turning it this way and that.]

Nucky, meet the City. City, meet Nucky. 

[A pause as he sets the dog back down.]

Okay. So. Anyone know how to take care of a dog? Beyond the obvious shit, like walkin' 'em and makin' sure they don't chew up your stuff.

[Dulcie is seated by the window of her apartment, wing folded behind her, with a smallish mocking bird perched on her finger.]

Aren't they beautiful? I love seeing more birds around. Feathered beings unite and everything.

[The bird pecks a little at her finger, and then opens its beak and speaks in a perfect replica of Dulcie's voice.]

Everyone’s dying, Cameron. A little, every day. Make it count.

[Dulcie's face falls, quickly and dramatically, and she scrambles one-handed to end the feed,]

[ voice ]

[Those who know Uhura may be able to tell that she sounds a little under the weather, but overall she does a pretty good job of sounding just curious.]

That curse from Saturday... does anyone know whether what you saw is real?



[ action ]

[Uhura's vision from Saturday has upset her more than it should have. She hasn't talked to anyone about it because she has no idea what to say.

She's currently sitting on the edge of the fountain, nursing a beer as she stares up at the night sky.]

[Hello, City. You have acquired +1 hopeless human being, complete with a very English accent and no sense of direction. His voice sounds pleasant enough, at least.]

He - [wait is this thing working

okay, we'll just assume it is] Hello? I'm sorry, I have no idea who I'm talking to, but nothing else will work, and - I need help.

[yes, this pause is meant to be a silent expression of how awkward he feels, and this is why:]

I think - I hit my head. [he's actually pretty sure he did that, if waking up with his cheek pressed against concrete and a nasty headache followed by what he assumes is amnesia are anything to go by.] I don't know where I am or how I got here, and... I seem to be hearing things? [voices coming from a random assortment of birds and a clock ticking, to be exact. With a very pointed exhale (he may be feeling sick in addition to everything else):]

Could someone take me to hospital?