[Accidental Video]


[Filled with a clear audible and quite exasperated sigh.. coming from a very small fluffy looking Sol plushie.]

... I suppose... I should simply be grateful it's nothing worse.




[ooc: replies will be from favoritesomething]

[Jimmy has always enjoyed reading, but maybe not quite this much. As he's wandering down the street, he's so focused on his book that he's not looking where he's going, and yes, he might be getting in other peoples' way.

If he bumps into someone, though, they'll find that he doesn't snap at them and tell them to watch where they're going. Instead, he simply tries to draw them into a conversation about literature.

And it looks like he's walking without any trace of a limp whatsoever... strange...]

[[Jimmy has been affected by the Years That Never Were curse! And he'd really like to run into you today.]]

[So, Charlie's actually aware it's one of those weekends. And she's keeping her eyes on the feed. And she knows resistance is futile as fuck so when the following pops up, she doesn't even care. At least, that's what her facial expression says.

Really, she does in fact give a damn, but what can you do]



[And now her face shows, attempting to look unamused and being almost entirely successful, save for the faint glare in her eyes.]

Oh, City. I am disappointed. Didn't we do this one already? C'mon. This isn't even original anymore.

[And the feed shuts off. She won't be answering it right away and has probably gone down to the beach, far away from populated areas and is sitting on the sand, glaring at the water. A part of it will be steaming slightly and it'll be fairly warm around Charlie so approach with care.]

[The voice is a little deeper than usual, gruffer, and definitely not pleased at all]

Fuck this shite.

I've been here five years. Half a bleeding decade - and never once - this is crap! I don't fucking care if it's only a day I want me fucking body back right fucking now!


[ooc: replies from bomblikeaboy]

[Hello, City hope everyone is having a wonderful day. If not...oh well. You're being treated to a rather sweet scene, a violin and piano duet between a weekend mother and daughter, courteous of the very proud mother.

See how well nir daughter plays?]

Doesn't she play beautifully?


((ooc: part of the most dysfunctional family ever--have fun with that))

[ There’s a man in full fire-fighter gear, oxygen mask and all, standing in the fountain dripping wet. ] What the hell?

[ A beat, another, then he’s visibly shaking himself out of it and stepping out of the fountain, taking off helmet and mask and stuffing them under one arm, reaching out to grab a passerby with the other. ] Hey, you. Mind explaining what the hell’s going on here? ‘cause this ain’t Chicago.


( say hello to one kelly severide, city ♥ )

[AUDIO]

[This is just a brief clip of Cameron singing a few bars of A Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down.

Someone in the background laughs, and there's a long-suffering sigh-- Cameron's, of course-- before the transmission cuts out.]


[ooc; action available if you'd be likely to bump into her ;3]

i'm seventeen. again.

[ whoops did he send that to the entire network? that was only supposed to go to his flatmates!

OH WELL ]



( ooc: yusuf got hit with age reversal! replies to come from immiscible )

[Someone picked a poor weekend to come to the City. Not to mention a poor time of the year to land in the fountain. But there's a soaked, disheveled blond man peering down at the camera, wringing out his tie.]

It's far too cold for a greeting like this to be pleasant. Have I been exiled?

[the tie is stuffed into his pocket, and he straightens up]

This is Raphael. I'm assuming this is enough verification.

[but after a pause, camera blurring, the angle adjusts accordingly, closing in on his face]

Not that this could possibly be part of Heaven or Assiah. But if anyone has any information concerning Gabriel or Sara Mudo, please contact me immediately.

Thank you.