Okay, so, there was an explosion. I swear it had nothing to do with me this time. I promise.

[He's bare-faced, but as he speaks, he pulls his cowl over his face. Yup, he's officially done with the whole "secret identity" thing.]

Is there anyone hurt? Anyone missing? Pets included. Does anyone need help? Head count, please.

[He's uncharacteristically serious, here. He really wants to help you. Whoever you are.]


[ooc: So, I took a sort of unofficial/unplanned for hiatus when work caught up with me. So let's just assume this is a more timely post having taken place at some point earlier.]

( prelude | early this morning )

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All right, Anonymous. I have a piece of your curse. You could have mentioned what would happen, by the way.

Now what?



[ open action; ]

Work is out of the question, of course; going home, apparently, is no easier. Cameron carries the cursed shoes with her until surrendering them to the self-appointed authorities; after, she’s not entirely surprised to find her condition is unchanged.

And so, all morning, all afternoon, and long into the night-- she dances, twirling quickly and erratically through the streets, barely (and not always) able to avoid running into people.

She’s not happy about it.


[ooc; CURSE PIECE FOUND. Feel free to find Cameron near the woods or, later, anywhere in the City proper; she’s trying to get home but really has no control over where she goes. if your character touches her, they will catch the curse, and for 24 hours from time of contact will be cursed to dance in any style you like, without stopping. Also, they will be contagious! General event info post here.]

[So poor Isaac here doesn't realize he's broadcasting, the device is sitting on a table beside him, showing just a small outline of his face and he's deep in conversation. His face is slightly flushed and he's gesturing a lot with his hands, its the most animated he'd been in a while mostly because the situation he was talking about was quite close to home.]

So Allison... or Scott? I mean I can't make that kinda decision right now and hey, what if I just can't make that kind of decision?

[He sighs, bring his cup of coffee to his lips and taking a drink.]

This is pretty much the opposite of what I thought would happen... but uh, I probably shouldn't be talking about this anyway. Really great how I'd suddenly come to these two discoveries at the exact time...


[OOC: So Isaac doesn't know he's broadcasting his problems of the heart to the Network. I figure he's not talking to himself so either A) He could be talking to someone he knows if anyone he's had CR with wants to assume that kind of position or B) He's harrasing some poor waitress in the coffee shop.]