Just settle with a network device linking you to a very merry bunch of often perfect strangers. Settle with the grinding tick in your head. Settle with the wards constricting your abilities. Settle with knowing nothing about anything. Settle with a calendar of days when you'll do things you wish you didn't remember in the morning. Have some popcorn.
If anyone's seen any of the graffiti of smiling faces in yellow paint and can remember where they saw them, I'd like to know.
[ooc: He'll be going around the City with a map all night and through tomorrow, bound and determined to find out who painted those faces. He'll also be at the library by mid-afternoon to look up chemical compounds. So feel free to see him or interact with him.]
[Hello, City. It's the audio from the video that will filter in first, a bit broken up and fuzzy, but slowly coming in, the music of the Carousel accompanying his voice.]
--can't seem to get any reception. Maybe if I hold it up...
[Visuals follow, and after a moment or two of static, there's a perfectly clear picture of John Watson from above. He's frowning, and suddenly much closer as he pulls his cellphone in again.]
...is that the camera? [he's flipping it over, unknowingly treating the audience to a view of the ground and his shoes.] No, I wanted my email. [once again the camera is turned towards him] How do I shut this off? [his mouth pinches, just a little, as he's trying to figure it out...and a moment later he seems to. The feed cuts]