Well hello, City. [Inigo is seated at a table at an outdoor café, the device propped against a salt shaker. He gives the screen a smile and a tiny salute.] I do hope I’m using this thing correctly, otherwise I’m about to feel at least ten degrees of stupid in the very near future. But it pains me to imagine such a pretty girl would steer me false! Even if she did seem a bit preoccupied…I don’t necessarily object to brisk treatment, mind, but the details are everything.

[ TEA BREAK. This tea is delish.]

Now, where was I?

[Pause. Pauuuuuuuse.]

Ah! My name is Inigo. It isn’t often that I find myself whisked away to strange new lands with nary a warning- and by often I mean mostly never, and by mostly I just mean never. Unless time travel counts.

Regardless! [Gosh, this tea is so great.] I could use some company, and there must be a lovely lass out there who wouldn’t mind a cup of tea with old Inigo?

Thinking of getting a dog. Is there any breed that's better than another? I'm not really all up on the dog breeds. I want something big, but not too big. I don't want something little.

[ Clint appears on the screen looking happy, or as happy as he's capable of outwardly expressing while still feeling comfortable in his surroundings, and he's definitely in his element up on the rooftop of the apartment building, nothing but blue sky and burning sun in the background making him squint against it. ]

Anyone for barbeque? [ It's still early, which gives him time to make more room and tidy the area a bit, but he's not left the apartment much in recent weeks, and while he's got the nagging suspicion the hot weather will probably come at a price, he figures there's no point letting it go to waste while it's there. ] Alcohol included. Might even be a hose around here to fill up the portal pool.

Let me know who's in, I'll make sure there's plenty to go around.


[ OOC: If enough people want in, there could be a log? ]