[ What

the

hell ]

Hey, Pepper. What was that Bruce told you about care and feeding yesterday? I thought these things only lasted twenty-four hours.

[ ooc: three way body swap continues! laughs are had by all. ]

[Hello, City. The face that peers into the camera is a slightly familiar one, for those who know Raymond, though he looks a little younger and a lot less concerned with the state of his hair.]

What, this again? [The camera angle wheels a bit, as though the device is being turned from side to side.] All right, all right. Last time didn't turn out so bad, but this isn't funny. Whoever's responsible for this better fess up, all right?

[He looks around for a bit and shivers before turning his attention back to the camera.] In the meantime, anyone know if there's anything fun to do around here? Last time I was here I remember it was pretty damn dull.

[Meanwhile, those on the streets today may have the misfortune of running into Raymond in person. It's awfully cold out with all this snow, and he might be looking to fleece someone out of their cash or coat...]

( OOC: Raymond has been hit with the age reversal curse...again! So while he remembers the last time this happened, he doesn't remember anything else from his time in the City. All responses will be from daytoday! )

[A black fluffy, young, kittenish cat with blue eyes shows on the screen. He licks one paw, then speaks after. In a not particularly happy tone, but Ken's sounded more annoyed in the past.]

As this is the second day of it already, if anyone else has been cursed as an animal, particularly a furred one, could you tell me if hairballs are a problem after switching back?

I'm hoping they're not, but making sure. This coat is very thick. And I have a compulsion to constantly clean it. [He doesn't sound amused by that, either. A touch of his paw after, slightly showing on the screen, then device turns off.]

[It is possible to run into Ken while he's exploring alleyways and cat hangouts in the City, searching for small rodents.]

Well.

[Raikov's admiring himself in the mirror... except it's not Raikov: It's Nathan.]

I don't see how this is a bad thing. Infact... I believe I'm going to have quite a bit of fun today.

[He glances at the device, then off-screen somewhere with the biggest and most mischievous grin on his face]

Oh, dorogoy~ I have a wonderful idea!

[Too bad he's forgetting about one thing: Diva. Good luck, Raikov.]

( Private to Karl//Unhackable )


[OOC: Bodyswap with Nathan! Replies will be from thunderthong. Ignore the fact that the entry's icon is Raikov. It was too perfect not to use.]

[Crowley doesn't catch on to what's happening at first. You'd be surprised how much of his day involves not being demon-y at all. He gets up in the morning, puts on his sunglasses and his clothes, combs his hair, threatens his plants, and heads out to terrorize his favorite barista.

Even that goes just as he expects right up to the moment when he reaches into his pocket for some coins to pay for his drink and none appear.

Standing in line with no way to pay for his drink, his favorite barista wastes no time in kicking him out onto the street sans miracles, money, or recourse.

It isn't until he lowers his sunglasses to look at himself in the coffee shop's window that he sees normal human eyes looking back at him.]

Shit.

[ooc: Crowley's been average Joe'd. Feel free to harass the hell out of him as he hurries home.]

[ David woke up yesterday with not one but two dogs in the apartment. What's more, this strange new mystery dog started talking to him, saying it was a part of his soul. Luke was off doing something or other, so David couldn't ask him about it, but now that it's Sunday and the dog's still here, David's starting to need reassurance. ]

Hello City. This is Cara. Please tell me you all can see her too and I'm not going crazy.

I keep telling you, David, you're not crazy, and I am real!


[ ooc: David's been daemon-ized this weekend. He'll be out walking Chew (and Cara) so feel free to run into them. ]

[ This is not the Stiles you are looking for.

Of course, he won't seem any different to anyone. Unless you can smell the wolf on him because this Stiles? Best beta this side of Beacon Hills and if you have anything to say about that he'll fight you on it. So he doesn't quite have his memories of this place - follows his nose more often than not because he can smell paths he's walked before.

He's exploring. He won't be here tomorrow. (He trusts Derek, and Derek says so.) He might as well figure this place out from scratch first. ]

( ooc: Stiles has been hit with a road not taken this weekend - which means he was the one Peter bit in episode one, not Scott, and is therefore part of Derek's pack and a little bit different to the City Stiles. Feel free to run into him around the City, or to have your animals flip out around him etc. )

So tomorrow's gonna be my third New Year's Eve in the City, and I think this year I'm finally gonna make a resolution. Even if it's not real magic or anything, I want to. Just for myself.

[ He cocks his head to the side and looks a little thoughtful. ]

I wasn't sure what to resolve, though. Because I already get to do whatever I want here; I don't really have any goals or anything. So I thought I might just resolve to have a good year.

What about you guys?

[There's a young man dressed in a ripped red shirt and black shorts lying on the ground. Next to him, is what looks like a bike... rather, what used to be a bike, but now its front wheel is all twisted and the spokes stick out every which way. Honestly, the bike looks in better shape than the man who groans into consciousness, rolling onto his side to face the camera.]

V? [He looks confused more than he is in pain. First, this isn't Manhattan and this isn't his cell phone. Secondly, he remembers he wasn't alone before he passed out. Sitting up is painful, but possible, and while most people would be concerned about being in a strange new town and/or injured, this guy is clearly more concerned about his big wheel. The blood running down his forearm isn't even a concern at the moment.] Shit! Asshole cabbie. Gonna fuck him up.


[ooc: Doctors, feel free to grab him up for treatment? He has a gash to his arm that needs stitches, busted ribs, some bruising... basically, he's a ball to treat.]