[ voice - filtered to Penny ]
Hey Penny, I'm sorry for bailing on you last night. I hope you got home all right. Can we talk?

[ voice - filtered to Karaoke Adam even though he's an NPC ]
Thanks again for last night. You are a true gentleman.



[accidental voice]
[Uhura thought she had turned the device off, but nope, she's just switched it to public. Can you blame her? Chekov's started tinkering with his toys in the living room again and he's making a huge racket. And despite Adam's magical hangover remedy, her head still really hurts.]

Chekov, could you PLEASE keep it down?

Oh-

Darn it, not aga-

[That's when she spots the recording device]

Fantastic. Just great.



[ooc: replies from miss_america!]

[Setsuna has Hatter practically in his lap, cuddling up to nem. He gives Hatter a bright smile, focusing only on nem. Yes, he’s aware the device is on, he simply doesn’t care. He places a hand on Hatter’s thigh, and speaks in an amused, insistent tone:]

Go on. You tell them. [Nuzzles Hatter’s cheek.]

[Ne's been looking at Setsuna the whole time a smile upon nir face and when he nuzzles closer ne turns away slightly with a laugh. Instead of immediately saying anything, ne just lifts nir left hand to the device showing off a particular ring, nir fingers wiggling to make sure there is enough attention brought to it.]

It looks like everyone's invited to a wedding. [That done, ne turns back to Setsuna, looking at him through batting eyelashes.

Isn't he just the sweetest thing?

No, you are. [And, how about an eskimo kiss for good measure? Yeah, Setsuna will even go there, trying to nuzzle his nose against Hatter’s, just as the feed shuts off.]

[ooc: Setsuna = blue, Hatter = green. Cursed with Family Day, but in the engagement phase of it.]

voice;

I seem to have met some acquaintance with one of those curses everyone was talking about. This is distressing. I was going to see if I could find out a little bit more about that clock today — I hear it all the time, always ticking — but I don't think that will be happening after all.

Unless it's an emergency, I will not be out today. If it is an emergency, then... [Deep sigh.] I'll think of something.

[ooc: Gabriel is affected by the Black Bars Prevent Mental Scars curse. C: She's locked herself in her bedroom and she won't come out unless she absolutely has to.]

( → even angels have their wicked schemes but you take that to new extremes. ← )

( ooc: Miss fray has been hit with memory theatre. It's from a very early scene in City of Bones so it's not spoilering anything too badly. She doesn't know it's gone up so feel free to break the news. )

[The feed starts with a loud burst of static and then, even louder, the sound of Charlie in a very angry mid-sentence shout.]

--don’t think I appreciate what you just said, Mister Ryan. For starters, I’m married. And second, just because I’m handcuffed to you doesn’t mean that---

[Oh, dear. More static. Rude, device. So rude.]

I am, of course, well aware of the fact that you’re married. Perhaps I was attempting to introduce some kind of levity to a situation which is, quite frankly...

[A long-suffering sigh, as though this is possibly the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.]

In any case, we’re stuck with each other for the time being. I’d appreciate it if we could both keep our tempers about it.

[A request like that, despite the fact that the strident tone in his voice is far from cheerful.]

[There’s a snort from Charlie. Anyone that knew her well enough, knew that this sound accompanies a mild eyeroll from her. Mr Ryan, you’re full of it. But, he does have a point.]

Okay, fine. Just...tone the flirting down, okay? Tone it down a lot. I was expecting to wake up next to Merlin. This threw me.

[And it’s awkward as hell.] Midnight. This’ll be done by then, right?

[There’s a short noise of assent, something more like an ‘mmm’ than anything that sounds particularly convinced of the fact.]

The last time I experienced this ridiculous curse, it was over with by midnight, yes. Unfortunately, I doubt there’s any way to know for sure until midnight has come and gone.

[A soft sigh from Charlie. She’s resigned herself to this situation.]

I have errands to run. They have to be done today. Looks like you’re helping.

[Take that, Mr. Ryan.]

[ooc: charlie's been handcuffed to <font color="blue>andrew ryan.</font> expect tags from both! she's in a good mood about this one. yep.]</i>

Poor sick things... I know how you suffer. I understand your guilt, loneliness, shame, hatred, envy, ... your impulses.

Let me help you be a 'better' .... whatever~.



[ooc: Cursed with grab bag's- I'm a Professional, please welcome the City's most unconventional 'therapist'. Hey, 3000+ years and a personal understanding of causing pain and insanity has to make him a great therapist. Am I right? >.>']