[ The video is an accident. Even at the beginning it's quite clear Clary has no idea it's filming or she'd probably have turned it off. The view focuses on one corner of the room she shares with Jace - which hopefully explains the sword just casually hanging off the back of their computer chair - her focus on the closet and the bar secured between the two walls. Clary's hair is tied up in a messy bun and she's wearing gym clothes she doesn't like because they're too tight and too obvious but it means she's less likely to get snagged in a throwing knife or caught up in the door. For those of a more ... Supernatural persuasion, the black lines of her marks are obvious against her freckled skin, the silver length of faded ones catching the light.

Clary blows out a breath and twists so she's facing out to the room at large, lifts her hands to curl them around the bar. The look of grim determination on her face is rivaled only by the one she has when she draws and there's one beat, then another before Clary's lifting herself up from the ground, her muscles straining.

It's not that she's weak - Jace can probably attest to how much she can pack in a punch, but this - the training and the stamina is so new to her that it's clear she's struggling. She manages to pull herself up five, six, seven times before her grip slips and she tumbles. It's not a drop by any standards but Clary somehow manages to tug down half a dozen outfits at the same time, burying herself in the bottom of the wardrobe. ]

I give up. [ Addressing the room at large even though she thinks she's alone. ] This is dumb.

[The feed clicks on with Theo dressed up in cold weather gear. Very cold weather gear.]

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

[He switches to some other language - a form of ancient Babylonian and curses some more. It's very inventive and you really didn't think that would be possible with that. Theo doesn't seem to be angry, more like annoyed. As if he was in the middle of something very important on a deadline. Which he was.]

Damnit all!


[For the observant folks, Theo is also now sporting wedding band.]


[Theo's been canon updated! It's been about two years for him.]

[Lara doesn't want to be here anymore than anyone else -- except, perhaps, for those who are dead where they originated from -- but it is apparent that she needs to get a few things sorted out. She can't stay at the Welcome Centre forever and certainly doesn't want to take up space someone new might need.

In this video, she's smiling, because the alternative is highly unlikely to encourage anyone to assist her. Besides, she's just spent some time pretending to be a pirate. That was fun!]





This seemed like the most prudent way to reach people, so.

My name is Lara Croft and I'm looking for a room or a flat to share while I continue to get my bearings. Also, I gather I need employment. I work as a photo journalist, though I doubt there's much need for that here. Aside from the lack of camera equipment.


[Lara sighs, but presses on.]


Archaeology is a... hobby.


[A quirk of her lips here. Hobby, indeed.]


I also know quite a few languages, if anyone needs something translated, and have fighting skills that could be applied to work in security or some such.


[She laughs a little.]


I don't think I'd be suitable as a domestic, as my priorities don't include dusting and my cooking skills are mostly related to wilderness survival, also known as 'minimal'.


If anyone has any suggestions or openings, do let me know. Ta.


[That last line could be misinterpreted, but it wasn't intended...]

[ he's decided to spend the day at the beach. the cross-gates have been quite useful and despite not knowing how they function and being very curious as to that exact question, he utilizes one to get to the northern beach. once there, he settles into a more secluded place where he, hopefully, won't be found very easily and takes out his lovely little city-phone. ]

For all of the City veterans still here... I was wondering how often these curses hit, if there's any way to stop them, and if there's a way to determine the probability of one affecting someone.

[ not counting harry. chakotay's expecting harry to get hit by curses more often than not because that's just the way harry's luck runs. poor ensign. ]

Whatever the case may be, I think it's time for me to start keeping track of how many curses I notice. I wonder if there's a running list of them somewhere?

[ once that's all taken care of, he settles back for another attempt at contacting his animal guide. he's been having a difficult time of it, since his medicine bundle is back on voyager, but he's slowly been trying to gather up things that might help him with it here. it's difficult and strange, but it just might work. so he begins quietly, murmuring the ancestral prayer and taking deep steadying breaths as his eyes slide closed and he focuses on the items in front of him. they're covered by pieces of cloth, wrapped up on the sand in front of him, as he'd rather not have some of them be seen, and some are simply tucked into his pockets. this is mostly an experiment and he has no idea that soon enough a friend will drop by for a visit. ]