[The video opens with a quick flare of static, but once the picture resolves, the viewer is treated to a sideways view of a lovely little stone pool and someone lounging in the steaming water. A moment later and that someone turns enough to show that it's Gwen, her hair twisted up into a crude knot to keep it from getting too wet as she relaxes. Of course, she had no idea that the device is on, much less that it's broadcasting.]

[ooc: Feel free to bother her and if you want, go find her in her little pool. Action is more than welcome!]

So when a man buys you clothes, is it a not so subtle hint that the jeans and shirts and such isn't a good thing, or is it just him being nice? Maybe his own vanity?

Cinna, as always, visiting your shop was a treat.

Anyone know what bug's loose in the City, 'cause one of 'em crawled up Jack Bloody Harkness' arse today. Three hours of sleep before he was getting me up and tossing me out with no explanation? Not acceptable.

... I need another cuppa.

Now City, it was nice of you to bring a reminder of home, but next time, I'd really just prefer to have Anwen and Rhys. They're a lot less destructive. Well, most of the time.

A picture would do if you couldn't find a way to bring them.

I'm thinking a pub crawl might be in order, and if not tonight, then soon.

Anyone up to joining me?

I'm never asking Rhys for a beach vacation. Pretty sure I never want to see sand again for the rest of my life.

I need a shower. And something for a wicked sunburn.

... a few days sleep would be nice, too.

You know, it's the oddest thing. Woke up this morning feeling... pretty good, actually. A little sandy in here still, but it's not too bad.

After all, just look at it.

[There's a click, then the screen flickers to life, showing a very scatily clad Gwen.]

Not too bad for a mom, hm? Still sexy, don't you agree, City?

[ooc: Gwen is so very cursed. The link is NSFW and please disregard the text in the picture ^^;.]

It's a bit noisy isn't it? What's going on?

[ooc: 4th wall ahoy!]