[The feed clicks on and Theo is holding up a coffee mug in his hand. It's a rather boring mug, with paisley flowers on it, but other than that unremarkable. Theo, however, is sporting a fantastic black eye and another bruise on his chin. While normally a bit on the pale, needs to be warmed up a bit side of things the black eye really brings out the I look like some sort of dead thing in him.]

Do you know what I really miss from back home? Martha Stewart's Heat'em or Freeze'em line of tableware. Lovely colors and you just have to say 'warm' or 'cool' and the cup or plate will... heat up or cool down whatever is in or on it.

[He sips from the cup and makes a face at it.]

Having to microwave lukewarm coffee is really annoying.

[Is someone a spoiled, over privileged brat? Yup.]

Anybody know what happened to me over the weekend? I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been in a fight and I don't remember a damn thing.

There is very little that surprises me any more, and yet such occurrences have become disturbingly frequent in the past few days. I can not say I exactly enjoy it. But I must admit this surprise is honestly the biggest. To find myself in a city I am unfamiliar with, surrounded by people and… creatures I am unfamiliar with.

[A wry smile]

And I thought myself well acquainted with all the corners of the Earth. Things change, yes, but they are the same at the core. Yet this place is… different. It remains to be seen if its people are as well. That I doubt. Some things are constant. Human nature is one of them. Even if there are… no. Never mind.

[He smiles and gives a slight bow]

Forgive me, without Sariel around I tend to forget my manners. I am… Mikhail Shifanov, dancer extraordinare. I do hope someone can point me to a theatre in this place where I may display my talents. And if anyone does see a youngish looking man, slightly taller than myself, with blonde hair answering to the name Sariel, please do let me know. His assistance is much needed here.

[Oof. Cyrus squints into the camera as the feed flicks on, looking rather like he's either gotten far too much sleep or not nearly enough.]

Well... I'd been hoping to find that all this was just one hell of a dream, but it looks like my hoping was for naught.

[He covers his mouth for a yawn, then pushes a hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten it into some kind of order.]

Would anybody mind terribly fillin' me in on what I've missed? It would be much appreciated.

( OOC: unexpected month-long hiatus means an unexpectedly long dragon nap for cyrus here, whoops. but he's back in time for city festivities i think!!! )

[When the audio feed comes on, there are a few seconds of hesitation while Justine composes herself. Whether or not this will actually work… well. Time will tell.]

Excuse me. If anyone is listening… [There’s a pause and the sound of clothes rustling] If anyone is there – this is Justine Leblanc. I need help. Quickly.

[Her voice becomes slightly muffled, as if she’s no longer speaking into the microphone.] Stay here with me, you hear? Don’t move. [And once more to the recording device:]

This girl… my daughter, Lilith. I - I think she has lost her mind. If anyone could help me get her to a hospital, I’d be very grateful.

[The feed doesn't end as Justine doesn't know how it works beyond what Lilith has told her. Instead, there's the sound of running water and people passing by in the background, while she waits in silence.]


[ooc: Follows this log. Having just arrived in the City, Justine has encountered Lilith by the fountain.]