[You know how this one goes. Anti-angst means the sadder or more frustrated a citizen feels, the happier they'll express themselves. Those who have watched Carla's behavior in the last couple of months can guess how she'd be affected by something like this - Lou's been a little more artful about hiding his own sadness, and definitely less destructive, but this place hasn't had the chance to properly destroy him yet, has it.

The weekend rolls in and the curse hits two very specific roommates, ready to share their happiness with the rest of the world. (Maybe they won't get enough time to reach the world, just the city. It'll have to do.) Money, food, cooperation, freedom, love, anything that comes to mind as a synonym for comfort is what drives them to get through this weekend and make the most of life.]

You need to see this. All of you, no matter who you are. I want you to see this.

[He sounds breathless, triumphant, excited. Someone's been running around for a few good hours now.]

Go outside and look at the sky. Look at where you are - look at who you're with - hell, just look at your hands.

[Another exhale, and his tone brightens up.]

Isn't it amazing?

check here for action threads! )

(( ooc: All replies to the voice post should get reply from both Lou and Carla, unless you specify or make the thread private to either / or! Same goes for the action threads. ))
08 September 2012 @ 04:12 pm
[At first he thought it'd been some sort of karmic payback for the curse that drove him to throw down every small item he could find. Carla had walked in while he is was in the middle of one of his rants, and frowned at the items Lewis scattered all over the apartment. There was a mild amount of embarrassment and exasperation when it wore off and Lou came to his senses, but at least any indignation he expressed on that day was borderline comical.

What she is currently doing to her own apartment is very, very far from that.]

Whoever knows Carla, you need to fucking talk to her.

[Her voice is audible in the background, but she's not saying anything. She's still throwing things around in another room.]

I don't know what to do. Is this a curse? [There's an exhale, both alarmed and frustrated.] Christ!

[ ooc: Lou is a winner, Part III. This would be Carla's post! ]
11 August 2012 @ 05:05 pm
[People might notice Lewis walking around with this thing following closely behind. Like it wasn't enough that he woke up screaming this morning after finding a talking Tasmanian Devil on his bed, now he has to deal with the fact that it refuses to disappear back into his imagination where he's sure it belongs.]

Get away from me.

[It's very pointedly ignoring him.] No one knows you're gone, Lewis. No one. Not your father, not your mother, not even Danielle. She's your only friend and she won't notice you're gone. Doesn't that bother you?

[It doesn't help that the creature keeps throwing these things at him. Not that it's trying to be helpful.]

I said get away from me! [It's a practiced effort, to stop himself from screaming at an animal in public. That's how he knows he's supposed to be feeling lucid right now. Which doesn't make him sound any calmer.] Christ!
06 August 2012 @ 11:31 pm
[Deep breaths, Lou, deep breaths.

He's still practicing this exercise about a split second before the recording begins, shifting his focus to it immediately, superficially ready to laugh and quip at this silly challenge someone has proposed (forced) him to take part in.

It's nothing but pure nerves, he assures you.]

This is really fucked up. Just thought I should let you know.

[There's an exhale, not quite a laugh. See? Nothing but nerves.]

I guess I'm supposed to say hi now.

Hi. I'm the new guy.

I'd like to know what the fuck you've done to my cat.