[It clicks on, just briefly... long enough to show Laruna not in her normal, cheerful self.

Instead, she's curled up in a ball on the floor muttering to herself.]

I can't hear... I can't hear... where'd it go... I can't hear it... Bring it back...


[And then it clicks off.]


((Guess who just got hit by the normal person curse! No powers for her.))

[If he'd ever figured out how to filter these videos, he might have filtered it to just casino employees, but as it is, he's making this one public to the network. He looks tired and somewhere between sad and perturbed.]

I just wanted to let everyone know that it looks like Ruby's gone. She never showed up for her shifts at the casino, and I can't find her anywhere. Maybe she'll be back. Maybe not.

[This actually seems to be getting to him.]

On another, unrelated note, does anyone else seem to have some kind of strange new... decoration on their clothes?

[He tilts the camera down to show a patch on his vest with an "M" on it. What that M might stand for is anyone's guess.]

Not sure what it means, but I'm guessing it's a curse. Just like everything else around here.

[[OOC: Yes, Meyer is both sad about the loss of one of his employees, and cursed with the Scarlet Letter curse. Not a good day. Obviously that means you need to bother him.]]

Finally figured out this voice-to-writing thing. Neat.

Any other demons here in the City?  Anyone who likes fire? Anyone who can use fire magic? Anyone who knows anything about nuclear fusion and what I can do with it here?

Drop in and say hi.

[The image on the screen is of a scruffy looking man wearing a baggy black frock jacket, scraggly tie, and plaid pants. He looks like he’s nearing middle age, but his blue eyes have a mischievous, youthful glint. He runs a hand through his mop of dark hair and breathes deep through his nose, before making a face.]

Oh dear me. Of all the places they could have me land in. [Pulls at his jacket lapels] The gutter! Oh well, it could be worse I suppose. They could have me land in the middle of a molten river for all they care! Or the local sewer.[Looks up at the sky] Hm, now, what have we here? Oh, it would be helpful if I had someone to talk with. Like Jamie or Zoe. I wonder how Victoria turned out. [Begins walking down the alley and emerges onto a sunlit street] Oh splendid! I must be in America, perhaps even Los Angeles…I think. [Looks around] This can’t be right. Where is…where is everyone? Some place like this would be full of life at this time of day. [Checks his watch] Perhaps it’s Sunday. Very well. [Claps his hands] I haven’t been to a church service in ages. Or perhaps the local pub. I could at least get some idea there about this place. Hmm.

Mercy can be found sitting on a stool at a local bar. She's got on a short skirt and a tight top that rides up enough to show her midriff - and her tattoo. Pretty uncharacteristic of her, as is the mixed drink she's sipping at. She's flirting with the bartender and casting her eye around for anyone interesting.

So... what's a girl gotta do to get laid around here?



[OOC: Mercy's been hit with the sexuality reversal curse and is now ready and willing to do the deed with anyone she can find.]

[The video feed clicks on to show Rose walking down the street with her hands in her pockets. She seems to be talking to someone although to the viewer it is thin air again.]

You're making a habit of this aren't you?

[Her once calm expression changes to cross.]

You just can't keep appearing then disappearing, you know? Makes a person sort of mad.

[Rose keeps on walking, turning into an alleyway not really paying attention to her surroundings, being focused on the invisible person next to her.]

Not that it's really your fault I suppose. Guess this place just likes to mess with me. But still...It ain't right!

[She points an accusatory finger at him.]

You're not even real! You're just--

[She hits something and stumbles back.]

Wha...

[Silence falls and she's just focused on the blue wooden box with the door ajar in front of her. She's debating.]

This is...

[She turns to where the ghost was to her left but to her it is gone.]

Of course you would...wouldn't you?

[She's back to staring at the box in disbelief.]

Another trick I suppose.

[Her mind's set on that. but her body ignores her mind and she walks closer to it reaching out to grip the handle. It's solid.]

A really, really good trick.

[She pushes the door open and steps inside...]

((Backdated to two days ago.))

[Nobori is standing in the Square with a megaphone (where he got one is a mystery):]

Attention, ladies and gentlemen! Attention, ladies and gentlemen!

The previous month's new arrivals:

1. Shikieiki Yamaxanadu

I would apologize for the delay, but that would be dishonest: I am not sorry, because I was having an existential crisis and that took precedent over my job!

Moreover, I have started taking judo classes and they make me feel incredibly incompetent! My only accomplishment has been learning that if I lost use of my legs and arms, I could crawl away from a fight using my bottom. I am unsure whether that is more a source of shame or pride!

I felt so weak, I confess that I have decided to work out more!

[And off comes the coat, tie, and the dress shirt! But the camera's still rolling, bro! He's... still on the lanky side, but looking considerably more toned under that big coat! None of that changes the fact that he looks kind of silly, standing shirtless in public view.

Chandela, who is presumably recording as always, nearly drops the communicator.]

Shaaan?!

[Undeterred, he continues with the stream of confessions:] My left side is more developed than my right, no matter what I do to lessen the difference, but I was thinking the scar on my right arm's coolness might make up for i—

Why am I saying these ridiculous things?!



Sha-shaa... [Chandela doesn't really know the answer to that question either, but the Pokemon clearly recognizes Nobori's not in the right state of mind and ends the feed there.]