08 September 2012 @ 06:07 pm
[There's a shot of an empty room, and then... just like that, Marty appears on screen (wearing a shabby rented tux), looking positively giddy. Teleportation is awesome.]

Hey, City. It's Marty. Marty Williams. Magician.

[He pulls flowers from his sleeve-- yawn, typical magic trick. But wait! Right before your eyes, the flowers-- generic carnations-- turn into roses. Then lilies. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY? Suddenly, the flowers catch on fire, and then it disappears in a flash of glitter. Some of it gets in his gravity-defying hair, and so he brushes it away.]

I just wanted you to know that you-- yes, you! [He points to the camera.] --can have your very own magic show! I do small venues and large ones.

[He pulls a tophat from seemingly out of nowhere and places it on his head. When he removes it, his hair is ~le gasp~ red.]

Personal parties, private shows... [Wink.] For a reasonable fee.

[He brushes his hand through his hair, making the color go black.]

Oh, and I'm always looking for assistants. [Aheheh. Yeah.]

So contact me today!

[Because he really needs money. He snaps his fingers and disappears from the screen. THE WORST MAGICIAN IS NOW THE BEST MAGICIAN!]

[OOC: Marty and Howl have been hit with the POWER SWAP curse. That's right, given the abilities of an amazingly powerful wizard, Marty chooses to waste it all on honing his terrible magician act. He really is that much of a loser.

I'm so sorry your powers have been reduced to this, Howl.]
26 August 2012 @ 12:28 am
[Sitting by the fountain is a thoroughly soaked young fellow, dripping water onto the screen of his communicator.]

Believe it or not, this isn't the first time I've woken up in a fountain. But it is the first time I've woken up in a fountain in another city, so I'm pretty sure I deserve a merit badge for that.

[He flashes the camera a winning-- and possibly irritating-- smile. There's just something really punchable about this guy.]

Someone want to tell me more about this place-- the City or whatever? [To his credit, Marty's done the bare minimum of asking a passer by where he is and what's going on. He knows that this is the City, but that's about it.] Preferably over a drink. On you.

Come on, it's only polite to get me drunk after kidnapping me.

[OOC: Dated to after the doggie curse!]