Did anyone else get bitten by their sink nozzle while they were washing their hands today?

On second thought, I think I'll keep the store closed today-- the books aren't in the best mood, apparently, with this curse. A novel I was trying to shelve nearly took my finger. And I can't seem to tell which ones are safe and which aren't, until it's too late.

Which means, I guess, I've got an unexpected day off. What should I do with it?


[ooc; backdated to this morning! /)_-]

[His attention is not fixed on whatever is filming him, but on the skin of a brilliant red apple in one hand, a slender knife in the other. The blade is wicked sharp, slipping into the skin of the apple, then just under. He peels it in a spiral that remains unbroken, fingers careful, but easy with the task.]

Strange, the varied methods of connection to this ... network. Do forgive my inelegance with these terms, they are new but not unwelcome.

[The naked flesh of the apple is full exposed. Loki holds the long spiral of red skin by an end, between his thumb and the blade of the knife, letting it curl over and around as he examines it.]

I have browsed the extensive collection of recordings and many questions were answered by that alone, but one yet lingers. Is there proof- first hand account or something more- that we are put back from whence we were taken and no time yet passes?

[He flicks the peel to the ground- out of frame- and tips his head, considering it. Then shakes his head and looks to the camera.] It is for a matter of little actual importance, only a family situation that needs personally attending. Thus any answers would be met with my sincerest thanks.