[The video shows a sink and then water clunking out of the faucet in blobs and blocks gathering at the bottom.]

This is actually kind of.. interesting. It doesn't sound right, but it works properly. Almost.

[She runs her hand over the water and it collects up, but doesn't condense into one blob. It stays fractured despite whatever she's doing with her power. Currently trying to shape it into a pair of dancers. Bits and pieces fall off but she gathers them back up.]

With what happened to the water supply last month, I'm starting to worry.

Next week there shall be Circus Fantasy nights at She'ol. If you come everything shall be decorated to match and if you request a talk with the owner then I will tell you what you can get discounts on.

No hints for what you will see, I want it to be a surprise~

Private to Mad Hatter

Tomorrow for lunch, dear?


Action for Solomon//Follow on to his phone call to him

[Waiting in the restaurant, Nathan waits for his "date" to arrive. Honestly he's interested in hearing how Solomon will argue this "friendship" of his. After all, he really can't trust that boy's opinions on men. Anyone who thinks that Amshel is a wonderful person clearly lacks good taste.

And that is where they are at today. Lifting his glass, he looks through the liquid inside it to watch Solomon coming to the table.]

Yesterday's events made tea making quite the challenge. Fortunately, I do have some very good neighbors who were willing to assist me.

[He blackmailed them.]

Let us hope we will keep our water for awhile this time, shall we?

I'll have another two of these please.

[ It's obvious Clary doesn't mean for the video to be filming. She's in a bar somewhere, a colourful cocktail umbrella tucked into the mane of her red hair and a familiar chain around her throat catching the light. She's lent over the bartop, her device on the surface beside her. The stool next to her is empty but there's a bag that Clary's guarding that isn't hers. She's obviously not out drinking alone.

The bartender passes over the two glasses, bright lurid liquids that leave condensation on the glass. Clary picks her own up and sips at it, her nose wrinkling slightly before she puts it back down and glances over the too crowded floor. It's not usually her scene but hey - nobody's asked her age here.

Of course, not being her scene she reaches for the device, realises it's recording. Clary drops it immediately, covers the camera with a beer mat. A moment passes and she's lifting it up again, guilty and very clearly a little tipsy. ] Oops?

Is there anybody here who gave up trying to get out?

[ open action ]

[Todd has gone out to the Hall of the Missing this evening, after Justin didn't come home and didn't respond. The City has pulled Justin in and tossed him back out so many times already that he couldn't help how quickly he became concerned.

Certainly he was hoping not to find Justin's portrait in the Hall, but that was not the case. For a long moment, he lingers in silence and looks at the likeness of his friend.]

[ voice ]

[When Todd returns home, he makes the following audio post:]

Um... I'm sure there are a lot of people who know Justin Pendleton, he's- he's been here a long time, coming and going. I just figured I should let everyone know, he um... he's left the City.

[Give him a moment there.]

He's left before, for months, and... and he's come back, so... maybe he will again. But for now, well. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew, that's all.

[End.]