[ VOICE ]

All things must end, good and bad alike, and I am of the opinion that there are very few things which are wholly one or the other.  

I've enjoyed my holiday here, all in all.  

Whether you've a mind to celebrate or to mourn, I invite you to stop by the Wolf's Den this evening.  As I can't take it with me, it seems fitting to clear the place out.  The effective end of the world seems an appropriate occasion for a party. 

Those who remain are welcome to fight over its bones, once I've gone.  



[ OPEN ACTION || MINGLE || PARTY AT THE END OF THE WORLD ]

[There are no decorations, there is not time for that, and really, that sort of frill has never been Isaak's style.  The place is lively, though; music is playing, people are mingling.  

The prospect of an open bar always brings people out of the woodwork, and really, who wants to be alone at a moment like this?]

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[ooc: WHATEVER THE WORLD NEEDS MORE PARTY LOGS RIGHT?  This is a big ol' mingle, I'm turning off notifs but will give Isaak a thread below. Feel free to tag as you will for as long as you like to backdate last-minute party shenanigans. Whether you know Isaak or not. I WILL MISS YOU POLY.] 

Next month will mark a year I've been here, and this is, I believe, the third time I've seen this come round. A popular curse.

No party at the bar, this time. But perhaps if you're fortunate someone will buy you a drink.


[ooc; he's post Argentina, please don't spoil him on Helter Skelter, and no other Isaaks. Facedoubles 1000% welcome. Otherwise anything p. much goes~!]

[ VIDEO ]

[The woman onscreen takes a moment to adjust the collar of a too-large men's button-down shirt-- well made, but clearly not tailored to her frame-- and runs a hand through her short silver hair before fixing clear, gray-blue eyes on the camera's lens.]

I seem to recall this coming around some months ago, [she says evenly, in an accent that might be a bit more familiar than her face.] But I expect it was only a matter of time. Inconvenient, really.

[Isaak shrugs it off.]

I find myself in need of a pair of shoes, if anyone's of a mind to be a hero. I've no idea what size. Everything else I can manage with, I think.

[ooc; replies from on_the_periphery]

[You might suspect this to be an accidental post. You might not be wrong. Isaak is sitting in a comfortable armchair, his device clearly recording from a table beside him. He's not looking at it; he's reading a book, while classical music plays rather loudly in the background.

After a time, he looks up-- not at the camera, merely away from his book, and says--]

The coming and going does become tiresome, after a time, doesn't it.

[And a moment after, without looking, reaches over to turn off the feed.]

Rather a pleasant start to this month, isn't it? After all the upset last month I tend to think we deserve a break.

Most of all I'm pleased to return to running my business as I see fit, with the ludicrous curfew lifted and some semblance of order restored. Between that and the unexpected influx, I think it's high time for the celebration I'd intended last month.

So: tourists and Citizens alike, I'll stand you your first drink at the Wolf's Den; after that, you're on your own charming those with cash to spare.



[ooc; he's post Argentina, please don't spoil him on Helter Skelter, and no other Isaaks of course, otherwise I'm basically good with all shenanigans! Also open for random action @ the bar all weekend if you like ;3]

Am I mistaken, or have we had a bit less down-time lately, between the curses?

As I've seen significantly less people chained together today, I suppose I'd best take the opportunity to address the Network.

My bar, the Wolf's Den, is currently hiring; preference will be given to those with experience, but I'm willing to give newcomers a chance, provided you are competent.

And-- needless to say, if you've an objection to our clientele, then you need not apply.

[ VIDEO ]

So, [Isaak says, his tone neutral,] what are the chances of this mess sticking around past midnight?

[He's got a big pile of assorted photographs in hand, snapshots of any number of people, gathered without much rhyme or reason.

Actually, he's not paying much attention to them.

He takes another photo off the table, and moves it in front of the camera, half-covered so only the other man is visible, smiling.]

I'm looking for photographs of this man.

[And that's all he has to say.]

[ooc; you can still comment to coordinate stuff here or see them embedded here! Feel free to imagine something of your character's is in his pile if you like <3 multiples of everything in those comments are allowed]

[ VOICE ]

Well, this is a new one for me. The consensus here is that curses last a day, except for when they don't; however, those who've been here long enough to know seem to agree that this won't go past the weekend.

I hope you've all made the most of your visit.

Now, I don't suppose any of you could advise me on how I might leave the City as you do? I do have business to attend to, after all.


[ooc; he's post Argentina, please don't spoil him on Helter Skelter, and no other Isaaks of course, otherwise I'm basically good with all shenanigans]

[ VIDEO ]

[Two figures are grappling out on the street; the shorter one is fierce, clearly one of the City's recent pests, trying to get in close enough to bite. The taller one, using his stature to keep the other at a distance, seems at first to be losing ground, until he turns on a heel, steering the shorter man toward the wall behind him. The ghoul crashes forward, hitting the wall and stunning itself.

Taking a step back, Isaak pulls a gun and shoots it thrice, the shots close enough together that you can barely hear the difference. The dead man jerks and falls to the ground.

Isaak doesn't look the least bit displeased by this turn of events. He walks over slowly, gun still drawn, and kicks the corpse in the ribs. Back to the camera, it's hard to gauge his expression, but he's kicking far harder than necessary to ensure it's dead.

Suddenly, he wheels, hearing something the video doesn't pick up. Stepping back-- nearly stumbling on the corpse-- Isaak looks utterly stricken. He angles his next backstep to keep from being pinned against the wall, as another ghoul comes into view.

As the video ends, Isaak looks torn between fight and flight.]



[ooc; forewarning for sullen misery in comments ;_; anyone who would is welcome to recognize Dexter Morgan but who knows what he has to say about their prior interaction ahaha]

[ TEXT ]

Is this the City trying to be romantic? Or merely embarrassing? From what I understand, the latter is likelier, though really I'm just worried it's all a bit unhygienic.


[ ACTION ]

[That said, he's not necessarily against it. It's less that he's interested in partaking, and more that it's amusing to watch people's awkwardness. Or occasional enthusiasm, which is perhaps even funnier as it's not always matched between partners. Ah, young love.

But it takes a bit more than an unexpected kiss to unsettle Isaak, so... yes, do feel free to bump into him as he goes about his business.]

[ VIDEO ]

[Sitting outside a small cafe, Isaak looks fairly composed, all things considered, though his shirt's a tad rumpled. Calmly setting a small coffee cup on its saucer, he smiles briefly at the camera.]

Well, I've certainly seen what you all meant about these so-called curses. It must be dreadfully difficult to get anything done around here, if you're not a dairy farmer.

[He shifts, leaning back slightly in his seat.]

So.. I suppose I've made the best of worse situations, but I am accustomed to having more in the way of resources. Unfortunately, I wasn't given the opportunity to pack before this delightful abduction. Which means, for the first time in quite a long time, I'm looking for a job.

A city of this size must have something more interesting than waiting tables to offer. I've always found a certain satisfaction in making myself of use.

So, tell me: [here, he leans forward again, clasping his hands in front pf him, elbows on the table,] what do you need, my fellow captives?

[ VIDEO / ACTION ]

--be home soon.

[The voice is faintly tinny, coming from the phone only to be picked back up as service switches over (unexpectedly) to the Network. And along with it comes the visual of a man looking straight at the camera, since he had been brooding over the screen.

The expression doesn't last, though; his chin snaps up in alarm, phone forgotten, at what ought to be a window overlooking Miami and not... Well, he doesn't know what. He turns to look over his shoulder, one side and then the other.

He grimaces slightly, and says in a soft voice:]

Well, that's an interesting complication.


[ooc; some vagueness may occur to allow for continuity but feel free to bump into him if you'd rather!]