I just saw this incredibly handsome man as I was heading to work today. I mean, wow.

And I don't know what it is about him, but he just - I just...

I'm not sure I believe in love at first sight, but something about him struck such a chord...

Well... It's not like they need me at the shop today. If I'm late probably no one would even notice. And I do own the place, so if I want to take the morning off so that I can go do a little searching, that's my business right?

Hmm... wonder if I can pick up his scent. That would make tracking him a lot easier.


[And Mercy's off to track down John Grimm (olduvai). Action/text/audio/video, all are welcome!)

Rapunzel? Are you around? I thought maybe you'd be coming to the Library or something today.


Has anyone seen Rapunzel? She's really sweet, isn't she? I don't know her so very well, but when I woke up this morning, well, gosh... I just started thinking about how great she is and smart and all and with all that beautiful hair and I thought maybe, well, maybe we could sort of hang out sometime or something. You know.


[Rain woke up with a sweet little schoolgirl crush on Rapunzel!]

How does this sound:

"Your screwed, small and judgmental stare is not a sight I am new to. And I have been ridiculed with more efficiency by far. Irregardless, I would be content to have to deal with your demeanor in sickness iIf you are sick, how convenient, it would not be for long) or in health."

I'm not going to bother filtering it, Harry because you knew this was coming. Deal with it.

[ooc; House ready to make the biggest mistake of his life. Thx Stupid Cupid Curse. You're the best.]

[ Lucy's flat seems to have exploded. Things are stacked and piled seemingly at random. She's wearing a baseball cap backwards and she's got an old tee shirt on and cut off jeans. Her hair is in pigtails and there's a variety of cleaning products scattered about. She's right in the middle of a top to bottom cleaning and organization spree of her flat. She's sitting on the floor amongst a riot of books and knickknacks with a glass of something iced at hand. ]

Hi. So...this seems like an appropriate time to ask. I need opinions and sounding boards for likely highly illogical ramblings of the relationship kind.

Any and all applicants will be considered?

Do diamonds always say marry me?

Can't they just say something like, I don't expect you to fuck me because of this diamond, I really fucking respect you, and I think you're worth a rock that's about a fucking million karats but this one is 24, so will it do?

I mean I don't even know who she is, so I took a photo: anyone got her name?


[ooc: uhhhh so Mr. Pink is in love, everyone run for cover]

[Like any good (don't laugh) mother...parent, Hatter keeps a check on anyone July happens to talk to often going back over his network conversations to verify no one is bothering the boy and that no one knows about his talent. Strangely enough, something odd seems to overcome nem when ne comes across one between July and Penny.

When the video kicks on, ne's visible creating roses (from thin air) of various colors unsure which will do. Red would be a bit cliched.]

How appropriate One wonders?  The color is the question however which to use...

[There may be a familiar tilt to nir attitude that a few might notice or recall from the time a certain Lord of hell was around as well.

Sometime later in the day several of the flowers shall be found all around the Welcome Center.]

You too thin. Me be good provider, bring you much food!

(OOC - Heaping dead eating animals, bread, fresh fruit and vegetables on your doorstep)

[Filtered from Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]
I can hazard a few guesses as to what's been going on all day, though none of those guesses seem especially pleasant. I shall count myself fortunate that I seem to have been missed by this curse--though I'd thought that we were to be seeing the end of them soon, but I suppose that's how the City itself would have it. I've been trying to piece together some observations about the City and the curses, especially given what these newcomers have been saying of late about it all. And about how their attempts to stop the curses haven't met with much success.

Still, the cafe has been busy enough today. I wouldn't have thought it an especially romantic location, but it seems to have attracted a rather surprising number of couples coming in for a cup of tea or a coffee together. And new couples, it would seem, given how astonishingly affectionate they seem to be with one another.

Now, I must say that I'm on my smaller Network device here at the cafe itself. I've been here for the better part of the afternoon. At this point, I'm trying to look busy while I watch someone here. Because there seems to be a young lady who's rather fixated on me. In fact, I think she gave a few threatening stares to someone who was simply inquiring after something. Most of the time she seems to be staring at me.

I'll be honest and admit that this is far from the first time I've had someone staring at me. But there's something in this stare that's unsettling me. And I will admit that it raises a few darker suspicions in my mind. I've not heard word of my father in some time. It wouldn't be below him to draw in someone as young as this girl to his following. I don't recognize her from London, but I know my father has made allies in the City before.

And if she is one of his allies and if she should see this Network entry, then let this be a caution to her.

I wish I knew why she was staring. I'm watching her over the top of my Network device even as I write this. As I said: I'm making a show of looking busy.

I wonder if I've not been so missed by this ordeal as I expected. I feel absolutely nothing, but I wonder if the same is true for everyone in present company.

I'm not sure which I'd prefer either, though: that someone far too young for me seems to be infatuated with me or that my father might be gathering his forces again.

Probably the former would be better. At least that will end at midnight.

~C.

[ooc: Oh dear. It would seem that sleepingstar has developed something of a schoolgirl crush on Cain. No, Cain doesn't return the affection. In fact, he's rather concerned by it all. All that staring and so on. It's, ah, rather a bit too much like the way a certain someone in his own world behaved around him. And he isn't fond of her either. Ah ha ha... Oh dear...]

There's a lot of love going around today and I'm all for that. The thing is? I can't tell you what to do to get someone to love you back. I know I'm always saying that I'm completely happy to help anyone who needs it, but I'm not exactly qualified to help out here. Seriously. I've never, ever been able to keep a boyfriend, and most of my relationships have been pretty disastrous. So if you're planning on swinging by the Welcome Center for help of the romantic variety, you might want to rethink your options.

What I can do is tell you what not to do, okay? Here you go:

First, don't ask Penny for relationship advice.

Second, don't stalk whoever it is you're into. I'm serious about this. Even if you're a really sweet person, whoever you're stalking is gonna think that you're creepy if they catch you.

Third, don't be a total jerk. That should probably go without saying, but I've met a lot of guys who could use the reminder. Don't talk about yourself all the time, listen, and keep the conversation appropriate. So, like... don't talk about your sex life in a super-public place. That's important.

Last, don't act like someone you're not because you think you'll be more impressive that way. If the person you like can't love you for who you are, then you're probably not the best match, right?

That's all I've got. Wait--no... one more thing. Don't throw yourself at some stranger just because he stopped a runaway van from mowing you down or whatever. No one makes good decisions right after a near-death experience. Get to know people a little before deciding that you're in love with them. It'll make life a whole lot easier, I promise.

[ The feed starts recording and instantly there's a blurred flash of purple, muttered curses and bitter mumbling as the device clearly slips out from someone's grasp. ]

It's always the left one.

[ When the image steadies, Clint appears on the screen looking somewhat more uplifted than usual, eyes blown wide as the pain killers he's taken kick in. And then he's holding the thing up in hopes that he's sporting off his shiny new cast of purple decorating his left forearm. ]

Guess who got too confident and misjudged a landing from one rooftop to another? [ He pulls the device in close, too close, and beams down at the lens. ] You guessed right. It was me.

[ He frowns openly, glaring down at it and squirming in the wheelchair he's been dumped in as he waits to be discharged. ] Anyone got something long and pointy? It itches.

[ And, again, distracted, Clint looks up and across the open waiting room, squinting at someone across the other side. ] And there's a doctor who keeps trying to catch my eye. Quick, someone come save me, 'cause this isn't how I--

[ The device slips again before the feed cuts out. ]


[ OOC: The doctor in question is dr_conscience, and everyone should feel free to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid before he comes down. ]