Please tell me you idiots aren't going to take this seriously.

Because let's sure listen to the people who send animals on the general populace. Smooth.

[Backdated to yesterday evening...]

[Konata is lying face-down on the floor of her living room. She's surrounded by cracked jewel cases and torn manga, and her coffee table is broken down the middle. Her back is covered in muddy hoof-prints.]

Jun. Come here.

[ camera flickers on-and-off, then the image stills on the device's owner, who's settled on the street, back propped against the fountain basin, and staring down calmly. He palms his temple slowly.]

It...

[fingers come away with fresh blood that dabs his cheek, lips, and nose, as the hand slips awkwardly. He stares at it in wonder, once it's on his lap and within his vision range.]

...it reeks.


[ooc: back into the City! falling onto the sidewalk when popping in + recent canon concussion + emotional turmoil of doom = uncertain balance, and, um, might not recognize people straight off XD; post and/or action, anything goes. POKE GENTLY.]

[All during this post, Robin is sitting at her kitchen table, her head propped up by her left hand. At the beginning she is poking absentmindedly at her scar with her pinky finger, and she's frowning slightly as she does so. Then she says something in a quiet voice, probably more meant to be said to herself than anyone in particular.]

It's loose.

[then she sighs and stops poking at it, and she smiles.]

So the holidays are coming up soon, aren't they? It's quite a cheerful time, though I imagine there will be curses to make our lives troublesome. Still, I was wondering: How do you all celebrate the holidays?

[and then for this last part she switches over to French. It's not filtered, though, so anyone can hear it.]

Say, Timothy, what do you want for Christmas?

( [Private/Unhackable] )

December, the end of the year. A time of cold weather, warm clothes, and also good cheer. Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa. I was wondering if this place does some of the things that most people would be used to, like holding a holiday play or singing carols. I figured there has to be some form of common thread between everyone even though we all hail from different worlds.

Now that things are taken care of...

Never thought I'd think this, but the lights down in the square at night aren't so bad. Winter's still a pain.

So I've been putting off a few things.

Firstly, I caved? Really caved. Think I need something else to dote on other than the boys. Another little boy, but... I never had a dog growing up. Figures when I'm finally on my own, I'd get one.

Secondly. Probably will need a roommate. Things are more bearable, so why not? But no guys... I don't think I could tolerate living with a guy. Maybe someone I talk to already.

( Private; Unhackable )

Well. ♥ Another day, another curse.

...

This sounds unfortunately familiar~ ♥

(ooc | AKA the manifestation of Anti-Angst Day in new and horrible ways.)

...t down. It looks as if you can't get very far from me. You may as well make the best of it. Ah- it's a curse, boy. It'll end at midnight. You won't remember any of this - though you may not be here to begin with.

[ ... ]

I suppose.

[ After another pause, a second voice cuts in, sharply accented and wryer than the first.]

Oi oi. Figured there was somethin' I forgot~ [ the sound of something small and metallic being tossed and caught. ] Can't 'zactly take it home when ya go, but it'll get to ya. No need t'make that face! [ ... ] 'Course I'll look out for it in th'meantime! S'your treasure.

[ ... ]

Easier t'talk like this, hah? No harm keepin' it that way, then. Jus' for t'day.

(ooc | Helloooo, activity! orz. Ghost World curse, so affected. All answers will come from Black, but feel free to ask wtf White's doing there. HMD thread is heeeere.)

[Fumbling noise can be heard - the device has been turned on by it's owner. And a deep sigh; she's tired, cranky, but nonetheless, her voice is lighter than normal. After all, a great burden has been lifted off of her shoulders.]

What do I remember last- oh, right. That stupid... Guess it doesn't matter. How long has it been?

Oh, by the way, I'm going to throw it out there. I probably need a healer. I won't fight. Guess it was too much to ask to go back home without having this wound.

I don't regret it, though. It was worth it.

[ooc; And back from her canon update. Lady is now post game :D]

[very... mumbled...]

Push a bloody button.

You stupid?

It's how he - how it always starts. Cut some stupid deal, then someone else has to clean up for you. Waste. What a... what a waste.

You don't get something without giving. It's how it is.

...whatever. Want to know how many idiots are... gone. Or bloodied. Or... hell with it. Boxed. I'm sick of waiting.




[ooc: in which this resembles the Earl's deals too much and is totally turning into an Exorcist investigation. Ahem. ]

In less than a week's time I will have been here two years. In that time I've seen a lot of curses. I've seen war curses and torture curses and age curses, and curses that change the whole City. Once half of us were on board the Titanic. Once it was the fifties all over again, except an idealized version of the fifties. I've seen curses where people turn into their darkest, most forbidding selves. Once we were all in a school of magic.

I've never seen anything like this. I mean there have been things; like the City that was the opposite of this one, that have lasted longer than a couple of days. We got invaded, two years ago, by Aliens, when the Deities all left the City. But nothing where we've inflicted curses on ourselves. Or even had the choice.

Maybe pushing the button's the easy thing. It might be the thing we long to do, even. It might be altruistic not to, or maybe it's that we just don't want to feel guilty.

I don't know. I don't know your reasons for pushing or not pushing. I'm not pushing because I'm not a god and I never want to be one. It's not my place to decide another's fate like that. I've fought in wars, but everyone I've fought was there because they volunteered for it.

None of volunteered for this.

I guess that two years ago I might have been a little different. Maybe a little more naive. Maybe a little more idealistic. But I wouldn't have pressed the button then, or now.

And if you did? Then it's your choice, and I'm not condemning you for it.

....Now that I have proper clothes and not just whatever was laying around from Graverobber (that had to be CLEANED) I can do other things. I didn't think that I would end up to be tall. I used to think that maybe I wouldn't even live long enough to grow up. Maybe not. I'll have this though.

I don't think that I look anything like Mom. I look like me. And this is my real hair. It's so soft.

This is Shilo, by the way. Did anyone recognize me?

[ooc; aaand putting this up before I head to work today. Tags later, Alligator.]

[Voice]

At times I wonder if this place is really serious about anything that it does. I mean the whole thing with these boxes is pretty damn surreal. I've already been home...and boy do I have no intention on going back all too soon, but, I'd be around my family and few friends back home again. That and also the variety of idiots like Rolo Goodlove or Gin Rummy. And once more be pestered by Kobato's Mariah Carey-ish counterpart.

[He sighs lightly as you hear the sound of what has to be his box being dropped onto a table.]

But to curse people for something to happen seems wrong...though if it ends up striking certain people then I pretty much see this as being an entire win-win situation.

[Konata appears on the screen. The picture is a little fuzzy - is her camera lens scratched? - but she's clearly pretty beat up. She has a bandage wrapped around her left hand and a visible lump on her forehead. And she looks. Very. Unhappy.]

Um, if anyone sees my DSi... It's white, with a Pikachu sticker on the back. I think it fell out of my jacket pocket, somewhere around the subway station across the street from the zoo...

So, yeah. Let me know.


... Also, my wallet... dunno where I lost it, it might be in the cafe somewhere...

Yeah.


[She reaches to switch the camera off, but stops short as she decides to say one further thing.]

Oh, and... If I ever find the asshole who cursed me...


... yeah.

[click.]

[ooc: Konata has been cursed with general bad luck by Jun. My vision for the curse is something like this.]