Wilee
20 January 2013 @ 12:12 am
[Wow, another familiar yet still new face on the network. This one comes with a guitar that he spends a good five minutes tuning before he launches into a classical rendition of one of the City's favorite songs. Enjoy this display of talent.]




That goes out to all the beautiful ladies out there tonight. Stay pretty.

[Wilee, you're a cheeseball.]
 
 
The Mad Hatter
20 January 2013 @ 01:04 am
[Unlike some of the City's inhabitants, this particular one has never had a problem showing off nir...talents. When the video comes on, ne's sitting with a violin and bow at ready to play.]





[When done, ne bows to the camera.]

One did not get to finish, or start, the last time One was to play.

 
 
ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴅᴡɪᴄᴋ
20 January 2013 @ 02:30 pm
[There's a face to the British accent this time, and a little more of his radio-voice flare to it this time. He looks cheerful enough, considering his last post.]

All right, so - with the slight chaos from two days ago, thought I'd celebrate the silence and pay a visit to the library. This is what what I found. [he holds up a book - Learn French in 15 Minutes - and puts it back down to open on a marked page] Since French is my second language, why not share some of this book's very wise lessons with you?

[Because it isn't something you'd really do, Peter. But the curse has a different say today, so there you go.]

For example - this is a good one - mon chat est plein de puces.

Who can tell me what it means?

[He sounds amused. Go figure.

(hover over the sentence for a translation!)]
 
 
Princess Rosella of Daventry
20 January 2013 @ 02:41 pm
[Open Action]

[It may be a day of performances on the Network, but at the moment, Rosella (who is thankfully uncursed) has other things on her mind. As such, she's out by the Drowning Pool--or as close as she dares to get, given the ghoulish commotion that was taking place there in recent days.

But of course, one doesn't have to get particularly close to see what's risen from the depths, does one.]


What in the world could they mean to do with all this again...

[And that's a thought that will linger like a stormcloud as she ponders the newly resurrected prison--and all the terrible memories that accompany it--before eventually heading back into the City proper.]
 
 
David Allard
20 January 2013 @ 03:26 pm
I've decided since there are people here from all over the world who might not know about it, that I'd explain cricket to you all. We can't play in this weather, but perhaps once it's Spring.

[Then this video ensues, with drawings instead of footage. The narration is 100% serious and not at all tongue in cheek.]
 
 
Yusuf
20 January 2013 @ 07:04 pm
[ Yusuf is a fan of Sundays, not religiously, but because Sunday is universally a slower day than most other days of the week. Regardless of whether you think a week starts on a Sunday or only ends when the clock passes 11:59 on Sunday night, Sundays are the day people like to get together for brunch or lunch or supper or just a couple of beers.

Sundays that have a work-exempt holiday following directly after them?

Even better!

Which is why, Yusuf, laid back and meandering through a conversation, decides to share a brief kernel of wisdom with the City.
]



[ ooc: feel free to be at the inception household for a beer and a lazy afternoon- or yusuf could be at your place, nbd basically OTA ]
 
 
Zelgadis Greywars
20 January 2013 @ 08:39 pm
[Beside the fountain, a statue has appeared. Or so one might assume, given the slate-grey stone of its skin, the sharp glint of wire topping its head as a fall of hair. Despite the illusion of its cape and cloak that billow in the winter breeze, the shimmer of light on the longsword dangling from one clenched fist, surely it can't be alive...]

[But watch from another angle and see that the tunic it wears is in tatters, exposing a lean torso of yet more stone, the features of a chiseled face framed by darker pebbles. The first sign of true life is seen in sluggish trails of blood that flow from his mouth and chest, their slow drips rhythmic against the ground.]

[The stone man sways in silence, eyes closed, and then he pitches forward into the fountain. A sharp crack sounds as his hip strikes the base, and then the only movement are the ribbons of red that flow from his wounds and get swept into the current.]


***
[Voice, some time later]

[A distinctly uncomfortable clearing of his throat, before a low, smoky voice addresses whoever might be listening. He is far from used to communicating through such means, but it might prove advantageous to not require face to face contact.]

How might a new... resident [or whatever a stranger calls himself] go about finding living accommodations and employment? I haven't seen much in the way of advertisement postings. [Wanted posters being, of course, his usual method of job seeking.]


((OOC: So sorry this took so long, I've been (really) sick! Any City dweller that can sense supernatural presence might be slightly pinged by him, but they probably won't be able to identify what exactly he is. For more specific info, feel free to ask!))