[ The feed starts with Clary placing her device down, a pencil holding her hair on top of her head and her smile bright. She's in a cafe, a cup of coffee cooling in front of her and her sketchbook sitting beside that. ]

It's kind of weird how much of life is put on hold when you get here. I mean I know there's the literal pause but sometimes it's so easy to forget what we used to be like before. Like how I wanted to take art classes.

[ Another pencil - the one not buried in red locks - is lifted and twisted around her fingers. ] And I hate that I'm not drawing as much here. So I was thinking. Would anyone be interested in modelling for me? I can't pay you but I can provide coffee and a delicious cake of your choosing and it would be kind of nice to get to know people too. [ It would be nice to prove she's Jocelyn's daughter more than Valentines too, but her nightmares are notwithstanding. ] So okay, any takers? I promise it'll be as painless as possible.

All of you are retarded. The next person who tells me to stand up straight and stop slouching is finding out where I hide my knife.

[Hello, City. Today Blond Doctor is looking rather perturbed.

And holding a pink hankie.]

Um. The old lady who runs the hospitality cart just spitwiped my face.

[He stares, for a minute, then turns his device off.]



[ooc: general post for the 12/13th. Should you wish to, then feel free to come and mother him nicely or aggressively in comments or action <3]