16 December 2013 @ 02:03 pm
[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!!! )
16 October 2013 @ 12:57 pm
[Despite all the shenanigans that have been going on for the past few days, Cyrus manages not to look or sound all that perturbed when he makes the post. For now, at least.]

Now, I realize I've not been here more than a week, but I think I've got the long and short of this place well figured out: curses and disappearances, colored coins and all that. But there's one thing I can't quite manage to ascertain on my own.

[The camera swivels around to show a cursed candy kid steadfastly destroying a piece of furniture in the corner.]

These candy creatures — at least, I'm assumin' that is indeed candy — are they actually edible, or would I be better off to just destroy it and move on?
10 October 2013 @ 05:51 pm
[When the video feed turns on, there are no confused looks, questioning pleas, or obvious signs of the device being jostled about. The man only eyes the camera with a dissatisfied look, his mouth pressed into a tight, grimacing line before he speaks.]

If I've got this thing workin' right, I'd like to know one thing: how the hell I ended up here without my knowledge or consent.

[It comes out mostly as a grumble; his voice is, to those from or possessing a familiarity with the United States, noticeably Southern. He sighs and glances from side to side.]

And, assuming I do have this thing workin' right... If anyone would be so kind as to point me in their direction, I'm in need of three other things: somewhere I can eat, somewhere I can find a good smoke, and wherever I have to go to get a ride out of this place. The latter-most being a priority, of course. I'm sure you've got a lovely city here, but I've got some important business to attend to back home. [His expression twitches into a halfhearted smile.] Thank you for your time.