So. Memories. The video feed flicks on, as it does. There's a little boy, no more than two and a half with a huge mess of curly pale blond hair, silver eyes and a big smile on his face. He's also completely naked. The little boy pushes open (or maybe it's opened for him) a door and the goes running into a board room. You can tell it's a board room because there are a bunch of bored men in suits sitting around the table.

He goes running into the room shrieking at the top of his lungs, "NEKID DADDY! I NEKID!!!"

A dark haired man with a crocked nose at the head of the table to whom the little boy is running to has a mixed expression: One of amusement and anger. The other people in the room are trying to look like they don't notice anything.

"Yes, Theo, you are," the man says with a sigh hidden deep in his voice.

"NEKID!!" Theo gloms onto his father's leg and clamors into his lap.

"Where's your uncle?"

"Nekid!"

For a moment it's easy to tell that the father is seriously hoping that said uncle isn't naked. "If you'll excuse me for a moment. My son has slipped his baby sister's grasp again."

Of course people murmur their agreement. One or two people have managed not to snigger as Theo's father, in as dignified manner as possible, walks out with a squeeling and laughing child. The door is shut and the father walks down the hallway before bellowing "ASH! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

From around the corner a serene looking man, younger looking than the father by a good twenty years, who could have been an albino with his white skin and white hair - but it's a silvery white and his eye, like Theo's are also silver. "You called, little brother?" he says in a calm voice, the soothing calm of the never ruffled.

The father looks miffed and then thrusts Theo at him. "He got away from you again. You're supposed to be watching him."

"Ah! Naughty boy," Ash says taking the boy. Theo giggles and clings to his uncle. "I am quite sorry. I'll be sure to keep a better eye on him."

Giving his brother a calculating look of 'I know you had a hand in this but I'm too busy to try and deal with it now' the father turns and leaves.

Only when the door has closed does Ash look at his nephew and smile. "So, I promised you a lolipop didn't I for doing that?"

"Candy! Want!" Theo holds out a hand expectantly and is rewarded with a tootsie roll pop.

And then the feed turns off.


((OOC: I'm going to be out all day (D&D YAY) but I wanted to put this up. Tags will all be answered tomorrow at the latest.))

[When the video turns on, it shows the inside of Andrew's apartment. Except when it swings around to show the face of whoever's recording the video, it's very much not the face people might be expecting. No, if this is Andrew, this is a very young and very confused Andrew, and he's staring into the screen like he's never seen this place before in his life -- which he hasn't, at least, not that he remembers.]

Where is this place?

[This wasn't where he'd fallen asleep last night, he remembers that much. In fact, it's actually slightly nicer than the last place he'd been, but it's still not right.]

I am not...

[A long sigh as he tries to conjure up the words he's looking for, and then a disgruntled expression as he switches to Russian.]

Does anyone here speak Russian?

[[OOC: Andrew has been de-aged to nineteen for this event and has no City memories, and thus, replies will come from buildtheimpossible . He'd also be much obliged if someone who spoke Russian wanted to talk to him.]]

[The woman on screen is much older than Leah, wearing a revealing dress so dark a green it might as well be black.]

Ho, what's this, the City again. How quaint. Well, I suppose the company is more desirable.



[ooc: Age Reversal! Replies will come from savedfromstory.]

[The device is propped up to show a bedroom, where a young girl stands in front of a full length mirror.She is wearing a Hello Kitty shirt that's slightly too small and jeans that are slightly too big, slipping down to reveal a pair of plaid boxers. She's pulling a hairbrush through her hair with some difficulty.

Suddenly, she sees the blinking red light that means the device is recording and drops the hairbrush to run over and grab it.]

Man, don't show people that! [She ends the feed.]


[Some time later, there's a text post to the network.]

does any1 know how to do black girl hair?



[ooc: Genderswap! Replies will come from newspider.]

[The camera shakes a bit as it turns on, revealing an extreme close-up of a blonde teenage girl bundled in a blanket. As she pulls back, a room is shown in a general state of disarray with clothes thrown over every surface.]

Just my luck I got stuck here before I grew any. I gotta find me some clothes, 'cause these?

[She holds up a tiny, child-sized pair of jeans with a raised eyebrow.]

Ain't exactly gonna cut it this time.








[ooc: Bobby is sixteen for the weekend! Have fun, City.]

[There is a rabbit on the screen. A sleek, twitchy nosed, black bunny watching the person holding the camera intently.

As far as curses go, this could be worse. But at the same time Natasha can't say she's exactly thrilled to be looking a cutesy, bunny - or they way it looks at her like it's waiting for her to drop her guard so it can rip her throat out with it's teeth. Or maybe that's just the assassin's paranoia.

But honestly, she feels like the furry little creature is looking into her not at her, and it's unnerving.

She swings the view away from the rabbit, but it's clear she's watching it. Closely.]

It seems I've acquired a... pet.

[The rabbit inches closer, and into Natasha's lap- to which the former Russian simply sighs and makes no attempt to move it away. Now the bunny is situated so that it can peer at the screen, it's face up close and taking up the whole view with it's whiskers, nose and a little view of it's teeth as it sniffs around at the device.

She can't be seen, but Natasha is rolling her eyes off camera. Why... does it have to be a rabbit? Of all the things.]

I'm not sure how I feel about this.



[OOC: Natasha has her very own daemon for the weekend. Yay~ Let's all hope she manages to make it through the weekend without killing her soul, which apparently is an adorable rabbit. Hey! Rabbits can be vicious!]

[See Gwaine the puppy. See Gwaine the puppy bark and snap at the device, growling playfully.

See Gwaine grab the device in his puppy teeth and run. Charlie's voice comes through a minute later and there's a very shaky upside down image of her feet running after the dog.]

Gwaine! Gwaine, no! Drop it!

[Nope! Gwaine keeps running, sliding on too big paws and practically falling over himself. Charlie catches up eventually, picking the puppy up and removing her device. She doesn't know it's on so, puppy under her arms and device in her hand (now showing everything upside down) she speaks.]

Dog. What the heck was that? I already jogged today.

[And since she can't go a curse weekend without some weirdness, she calls out to one of the people in the house.]

Ken, have you seen your father? Can you tell him it's almost lunch time? And tell your uncle, too!

[...for fucks sake, City. The device switches off eventually to the image of Gwaine's wiggly, flailing feet and desperate attempts to lick Charlie's face. ]


[ooc: charlie is cursed with family day! she thinks ken is actually her and merlin's son. and merlin and ken are in the same boat. uncle arthur isn't related, she just calls him that because apparently mom!charlie is more open about what she thinks of people for the sake of her boy.]

[If you recognize those horns, you might begin to grasp that you're in a wee bit of trouble.]

Oh, but I remember this place. Only let us put away childish things, City, I am as I will ever be, Loki. If, for some, the name rings sour, that is hardly my own fault and I would object to being judged on the failings of others.

I shall wait the required day or so to ensure this is no passing fancy of the City's to see me pay visit and then commence with a far more coherent showing of how to strike down false gods, should this brief visit become an unwelcome invitation to remain longer.

[video]

[Uhura gives the camera a tight-lipped smile. She's dressed in an obnoxious red, white, and blue sweater, with an obscenely big American flagpin, and...holy shit, is that an eagle on her shoulder, trying to eat her hair?]

In honor of today's curse, I'll be offering free lessons on Earth's history, with a special focus on the era of the American Empire.

[Because bitch, she knows why this eagle is here and City you are not as cute as you think you are.]

I hope nobody's allergic to birds.


[ooc: She's at the Welcome Center for anyone who wants to action!]

[Have a darling wee Rain staring down at the screen.]

HELLO!!!!

Where is my mommy??

I'm all alone here in a big libary and I'm not 'posed to be! Libaries are not for sleeping in, even if they're nice libaries.

HELLO!?!!


[Impatient wee Rain is impatient. Also, she isn't Rain yet. Ooops!]

While the rest of the City is plagued with...

[A long pause. He's not sure exactly what curse is happening, since everyone seems to be experiencing different things.]

Curses, I'm here to make a, thankfully, happy announcement. My new establishment, Lucky's, will be opening up a week from today. It's a small card room, mainly focused on poker and blackjack, although you are, of course, welcome to request any game your heart desires, and I'll do my best to accomodate you.

[And his smile looks so trustworthy today, too.]

At the grand opening, the first twenty people through the door will receive free drinks... and perhaps something else, if the mood strikes me. Come on down and play a few hands of cards, have a drink or two, and stay for awhile. Remember -- it's called Lucky's, and it opens next week.

[Have a video, Poly! Done in a rather typical sort of videoblogger format, although the man looking into the camera doesn't seem too certain that it's recording. Instead he peers at the screen for several seconds before moving his eyes to the upper right hand corner and...]

Oh! It is on.  [Whoops. Self-conscious hair smoothing fidgeting happens. Also Charles' accent is some bizarre amalgamation of Queen's English and high society New York.] Ah-heh. Anyway: hello and good evening, denizens of the City! Some of you I've spoken to already, and the majority of you I surely haven't, but I just arrived today and I wished to make certain that I am properly understanding the predicament that we are all in for the length of our stay. Thus...

[He begins to tick things off on on his fingers.]

• We are all trapped within the confines of an island, in a City literally called 'The City', run by "gods" who, while not terribly creative on the naming of locations front, have other much groovier ideas, including but not limited to:
• Curses, or events in which people find themselves suffering from any matter of unwitting statuses, including but not limited to rapid aging or age regression (complete with amnesia), waking up with one's body changed to the opposite gender, and being constantly followed by an animal familiar or companion.
• However, the City does have several social programs and the residents, despite not coming here of their own volition, are expected to contribute to the economy by either working or opening their own business.
• Along that same vein, there is a coin system here that appears to be roughly in base-5 and despite the fact that there is no guarantee a business' debtors will still be here in a month, all businesses will allow you to purchase items on credit until you do find employment.
• The Academy will hire you as an instructor on as little as your own word and several, rather basic, written tests on the Sciences. [Smirk.]
• Several of you have been here for quite a long while, meaning a year or more and:
• Several of you are possessing superhuman or mutant abilities.
• We have no control over when we leave or arrive; however we are returned to the moment that we left and may return here with partial memory of our prior stay.
• Everyone who spends time alone is affected by the same aural hallucination after several hours.
• The subway system induces fits of hysteria.

[Ten items, ten fingers!]

Is there anything I've missed? Other than the undead construction workers currently beyond the city limits, anyway. 

Oh! Other than introducing myself, which I suspect is only polite: my name is Charles Xavier and while teaching is my calling, helping other people reach their full potential, specifically in the case of powers and abilities, is my passion. 

It's nice to meet you...all. [Such a cocky smile, really.]

City, I just feel like I have to tell you this, or I'll burst. [Tohru gives the screen a loving, happy look, like she's completely besotted. She is.]

Some days, it's just too strong to hold back on. But I feel so fortunate to have such a cute baby sister. Jinora is sweet and intelligent, and the best. And Korra is such an amazing hus-wife. [She looks confused.] Husband.

Partner! [Yeah, she'll just go with that.] I couldn't have possibly asked for anyone better.


[Action;]
[Of course, her family has a meal already prepared for them, a wonderful breakfast spread - even Lin and Miles have been included on the menu, even though she's not sure if they'll join, or what they prefer.]

[And there's a lunch waiting for Korra with a heart drawn on it.]

Jinora, Korra! Are you guys ready for breakfast? I don't want it to get cold.

[Lucy is working in her shop today when she turns on the video camera. She's leaning on the counter that the register sits on, her pointer finger between her lips, a neglected pile of lotions and bubble bath to one side.]

Today, I taste like strawberry ice cream. I kind of want to go home and lick myself.