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Hey. Ah. I know everyone else has been doing this lately, but...I guess we all have to say something, huh?

[Hiccup looks away from the feed for a moment, visibly torn between what he should be doing. At the same time, there's this sense of unwavering resolve that comes to the surface.]

Guys? [Hesitation gets to him, but he pushes to continue.] I gotta go. [He strokes Toothless' head.] We need to go back.

The last time I went home, I came upon a very big, terrible discovery. And this happened the night before the final dragon test I have to go through. I know what happens. Astrid told me. I just...I have to go through with it, you know?

[Toothless gives the boy a nudge. A low gurgling purr clutters the sound for a moment. Hiccup laughs weakly, regaining his balance before looking back at the feed.]

So... [He draws in a quick breath, puffing out his cheeks.] That's it.

...Astrid?

summing_it_up

[Here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. It looks like he just got back in from a long day of work. Or something.]

Well. I guess everyone's been busy lately, huh?

[Don't mind him. He also has a dragon sprawled across his lap.]

summing_it_up

[All that is heard at first are blasts. Quick, short fireblasts. That and the sound of high-pitched mechanical squeals dying out in an instant.

The black blurs into light, refocusing as best it can at the framerate it's going. The ~~rock~~ NV ends up on the ground next to the remains of...a cell phone. The skewed angle shows part of an exasperated Hiccup and a blur of scaly black.]

–Too close! That– that was way too close!

[There is little time to recover. More of the handheld devices on display (now complete with the Viscious Attitudes app and sharp, spindly limb accessories) start to skitter all over the street kiosk. Low growling counters the screeching...followed by another violet flash of light. The kiosk and all of its inventory is left a smoldering spot on the ground. Hiccup looks relieved, taking a moment to pat the dragon's flank.]

...Thanks, bud.

[Toothless grunts, then jerks his head up as they are interrupted by a more human scream. The initial fear of the tone dives into one of anger. The boy exchanges glances with the dragon, holding up his hands as he tries to calm the man storming over toward them.]

–Those were expensive!!

H-hey, look, I'm sorry–

–Everything's DESTROYED thanks to you and your overgrown LIZARD–

[Toothless bares his teeth, but Hiccup quickly shoves himself in front of the dragon's face.]

–He was trying to help! WE were trying to survive, okay? It's not like we knew this was going to happen– !!

–You don't get it! You just don't get it!!

[The owner of the former kiosk continues, relentless with his use of expletives. He finds himself at a loss before hastily dropping down to scoop up the NV.]

Aaand now we really have a problem! Come on, Toothless, we gotta go. NOW!

[With the NV clutched tightly to his chest, it's hard to see anything or make out what's being said. But the last line is clear. And obviously frustrated.]

–I SAID I'M SORRY!!

[The feed then cuts out.]

Current Location: Sector 2

summing_it_up

[Hiccup is busy. It's not often one gets to see him so engrossed in doing things. He appears to be threading something together, maybe even reinforcing the edge of the saddle that usually stays on the dragon's back. As a few more stitches are made, he stops, checking over his work.

It's not long before the Viking boy will find himself with company. A large black shape slinks in behind him, large green eyes glancing over at the NV-rock before the dragon peers over at Hiccup.

The boy doesn't appear to notice, muttering to himself as he goes back to sewing.

Toothless peers over his arm for a few seconds, then pulls back. It's not long before he does so again, this time having come around the other side.

Without looking up, Hiccup wrinkles his nose.]

Toothless– hey. What are you–

[Green eyes glance to one side, then the other.]

–I'm sorta in the middle of finishing this–

[Big green eyes stare at him a moment before Toothless pulls his head back again. Maybe he's leaving Hiccup alone to finish up?

Seconds pass as Hiccup blinks, checking either side once more. Although slightly puzzled, he eases himself back into his sewing.]

...Okay. Good boy.

[It's several minutes before the dragon reappears. This time he settles his chin over Hiccup's head. From here he watches a while, and it becomes apparent just how comfortable he's gotten as he yawns and closes his eyes.

And as Hiccup finds himself hunched under the weight of the dragon's head, he sighs. This makes sewing impossible.]

Really?

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

axetrid

_{[When the feed comes on the scene it shows would be normal, if it weren't for a couple of key elements being rather off. Astrid is at the forefront of it all, cleaning off a rather sharp bloody looking knife with a cloth. There are some ripped up cloth bandages, some of them bloody, strewn along the top of the kitchen table she's sitting at. Off to her side is a rather pale looking Hiccup, one of his arms bandaged up in the same cloth strips. It isn't very hard to make the connection.

That isn't the only strange thing though - on Hiccup's forehead there seems to be stuck a bright yellow post-it note, with some runes scribbled on it. He looks a little miserable and sick, but Astrid herself seems healthy as ever. She takes only a moment more before adjusting the angle of the feed before sitting back entirely, continuing to clean the blade as she speaks.]}

There really is a lot of sickness going around, isn't there? It's pretty unnerving. I figured either Hiccup or I would catch it, so I decided to be prepared. Good thing too, considering I was right and Hiccup did end up sick.

_{[Sliding the knife through the cloth one more time, she holds it up to her eyes closely for inspection before deeming it blood free, before tossing it onto the table with a little too much force, causing Hiccup to wince at the noise it makes.]}

Like my mom used to always teach me, the best way to be on the offense of an illness is to go on the defense. That's why I've been praying to Eir every day extra hard. I even caught a goose in the park and sacrificed it to her when Hiccup got sick, just for good measure. I told Hiccup to pray too, but I guess he didn't pray enough.

_{[At that Hiccup rolls his eyes, but shoots Astrid a grimace of a smile when she glances his way.]}

But it's alright. He'll get better and he already has started to feel better, haven't you Hiccup? _{[There's a nod, but...it isn't that enthusiastic.]} I've put the proper runes on him, bled him a little bit, fed him garlic and even made him medicine out of herbs. I think the elder of our village would be pretty proud of me right now.

Anyway, I've been carving a few charms out of wood since they're better than post-it notes and last longer, and was wondering if anyone who's sick would like one. I can also help bleed you if you'd like. I'm really good at holding people down, even if they struggle!

So, let me know, alright?

_{[ooc: Both Hiccup and Astrid will be replying to your comments! Don't pity Hiccup though. He feels sorry enough for himself already. 8|]}

laurice

[Larry is lounging on his couch, his feet propped up on one of the armrests and absently stroking a gray rabbit lying on his chest as he glances at the NV. Hefting the rabbit, he sits up - and now you get a nice view of a fine chain around his neck supporting a round, bright orange crystal within a weave of silver. If you've known Larry long enough, then you'd know that he never, ever wears jewelry.

After he places the rabbit inside a large cage at the foot of the couch, he faces the NV and runs a hand through his hair.]

Hey, guys. I've been meaning to ask you something but stuff kept happening. [Like running into a skunk, for instance.] Anyway, my boss, Raul Creed, asked me to paint a mural that shows the meaning of being a Newcomer and stuff like that. It's gonna be at the conference hall of the Newcomer Community Center, right? Or something like that.

[He scratches the back of his head.]

But, see, capturing the essence of being a Newcomer is something big. I mean, I've been here for nearly a year and a half and I've seen a lot of crazy things...but using what I know about being a Newcomer just isn't enough. Maybe you guys have seen the same things I've seen, but some of you haven't. And I'm sure we've all got different ideas about the whole Newcomer gig.

So my question is...what does being a Newcomer mean to you? I'm gonna gather up everyone's answers and show them all in my mural. If you wanna send me a private message instead, that's cool.

[Larry gives a thumbs-up and grins. A black cat with a purple collar suddenly leaps onto one of the armrests, gazing intently at the rabbit. Larry wags a finger at her and narrows his eyes in warning.]

Down, girl. Storm's family now, remember? Or maybe Scramble, since I got him while scrambling around for eggs...nah, Storm's a good name, I think...

[The feed ends with Larry muttering names to himself...for most people, anyway.]

[Private to Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth - easily hackable]

Now that snow or skunks can't call our plans off, how does this Wednesday sound? Lunch is on me. Besides, I think there's something you guys should know.

blondandperfect

[ When Hattie's NV turned on, it's to the sight of a khao manee's nose sniffing at the screen with mild curiosity. It stopped to the sound of a door opening, then the cat, apparently alarmed, darted off to leap onto the bed. The focus re-adjusted to show Ella walking into the room.

She walked over to where Hattie was fast asleep in the bed, and gave her a gentle shake. The cat hissed from where he was curled up. ]

Quiet, Lucifurr. Hattie? Time to get up, milady.

[ Another shake, and she was rewarded with a smack in the nose as Hattie rolled over. ]

Ow.

[ Ella grumbled, and considered for a moment. Okay. She brushed her hands against her dress and... proceeded to sing and dance through the room. ]

o/~ Wake up, Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, get out of bed you sleepyhead, come come it's time to dine.
Make haste, make haste, the sunshine is so bright, how can you miss this sigh-? ~/o

[ She'd continue, but at that point Hattie had roused enough to hit Ella with a pillow to shut her up. Ella tossed the pillow back on the bed, finding her stepsister curling up to sleep again. Lucifurr seemed to like it at least. Encore! ]

Okay - I didn't want to have to do this; I mean I really didn't but you leave me no choice. [ She trotted out of the room. Roughly three minutes later she returned with her arms full of pots and pans. Now seemed like a good moment for a witty one-liner: ]

I have a feeling things are going to.. Pan out. [ Welp, she tried. She hucked the dishware into the air, covered her ears and let the chips fall where they may, so to speak. ]

[Hattie, of course, let out an ear-piercing shriek! Both she and her startled cat went flying to the side and out of the bed when she kicked her legs in the air, causing not only a heavy thud when she hit the floor afterward, but the furniture the NV was on toppled as well, the device knocked offline shortly after.]

dr_orpheus

[The video feed cuts in suddenly, and the network is treated to another accidental show. In this case, it's the downside to having a skull NV with a tendency to bounce when it's sitting on a table and you bang your fist against that table with great force because, well...]

WHAT is going on here?

Dude, nothin'! [If anyone could believe that someone yelling at Pickles could really be over “nothing,” the proof is in the visuals: a naked blonde tearing through the frame with her clothes while Pickles tries to cover himself up with a towel. Yeah, even he seems to know he doesn't have much to stand on in the innocence department.] ...S' fine. Dude, s' only water--s' not like we were in yer bed or nothin', relax--

It is not only water! It is a beaver habitat! Would you entertain a lady of the night IN FIDO'S BACKYARD HOME?

[A sound escapes his throat, almost like he was going to say something to that, but then...doesn't.] It's a fuckin' pool in yer house! How was I supposed to know beavers lived in there?!

I introduced you to them on your first day here!

...I thought they were stuffed animals. [He was high, okay?]

Stuffed-! [No, there are more important things to be enraged about at the moment.] Where are they now?

How the hell should I know? S' not like I was lookin' for a bunch of beavers to come out when I opened the fuckin' door.

[Orpheus sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. They most likely retreated to the bathroom after the intrusion. He will look for them later.] Well, the damage has been done. [He walks over to the edge of the whirlpool tub and peers inside.] I will have to give the pool a proper cleaning... [His voice trails off as he leans over the side of the tub and reaches for something. That something comes into view when he stands up, holding it pinched between thumb and forefinger and keeping it at a great distance. It is a well-used lady's thong. There are no words, just a look of utter disgust for Pickles.]

[While Pickles stares back at the thong without any noticeable reaction, adjusting his towel a bit.] ...Hey. I can throw that out for you if you want. I mean, she probably ain't comin' back for it now, y'know.

[He listens to the offer with no change in his expression, but then something snaps. Orpheus has had enough. His hand, still holding the thong, whips towards the door.] OUT!

[Pickles looks a little shocked for a second; then he settles on annoyed, rolling his eyes and heading back to where his own clothes were.] Fine. Jeeez. Don't have a fuckin' heart attack, dude.

[Both Pickles and Dr. Orpheus disappear off-screen, but the argument doesn't end there: it just becomes distant and harder to hear, as though the vitriol was coming from the other end of the apartment. About eight minutes later, Pickles’s voice comes closer, choice words like "douche bag" and "fuck" being uttered, and the last thing the NV sees is him slamming his key down on the table before the feed shuts off.]

game_over

Why does everyone I bump into keep telling me I'm "festive"?!

[Says the man with completely green skin and hair.]

drinkthebleach

[It's Pickles the Drummer from Dethklok, and he's being fucking festive right now, wearing a green T-shirt and his dreads pulled back underneath a darker green beanie. The bruises from the fight with AGI have even faded, by now (much to his appreciation)—they’re more of a pallid corpse yellow as opposed to that obnoxious purplish-black. He lights a cigarette with one hand and leans back.]

Okay. Everybody knows holidays suck an’ there's no point to any of them. There's only like, two that even matter: [Counting them off on his fingers.] New Year's Eve, an' this one right here. An' I know there's gonna be at least five or six culture-shocked dildos makin' videos askin' 'bout the green an' what's goin' on an' all that crap, which gets really annoying, after a while. I'm just gonna lay it all out for you right now. Saint Patrick was this dude a really long time ago that cleared all the snakes outta Ireland—that was important for some reason, I dunno. So now we all celebrate him by listenin' to depressin' folk music in bars an' drinkin' a crap ton of booze in one night. Everyone gets involved: even non-Irish dudes wear green an' get drunk. S' all about gettin' totally hammered, 'cause throwin' up is supposed to be symbolic of spiritual renewal, or whatever.

Big surprise, yer gonna see me passed out before eleven, tonight. An' then I'm doin' a total overhaul of my fuckin' life over here. So all this shit you see? [He tilts forward to take control of the NV again and swivel it around the room.] S' for sale. I’m leavin' this dump in the dust, an' I don’t wanna take anythin' bigger than a duffel bag with me. S' just the way I move.

[A long, almost contemplative drag, which he traps in his lungs for a couple seconds and then exhales through his nostrils.] Anyone need a TV? A chair, or whatever? I got a side table that has this little mirror-thing that comes out—I'll sell it to anyone that wants to do some coke.

If none of that interests you, I'm also givin' this up:

[Pickles sets his cigarette down somewhere off-screen (presumably in an ash tray) and reaches for an electric guitar. He brandishes it by the neck for everyone to see (and looks like Christmas in the process, with the cherry red instrument standing against his shirt).] This is a JS22R Dinky. S' not a Gibson, but s' not that shitty, neither. Chrome bridge. Heavy tone. Humbucking pick-ups, y'know. Round near the nut so you can finger the thing pretty good.

'S all yers—y'know. If you don't mind the fact that the dude that had it before died in a fire. I even thought 'bout burnin' his guitar too, I dunno. That's what I'm gonna do with whatever doesn't sell--I'm just gonna light it all on fuckin' fire, probably. Give it a viking funeral. I just figured waste not, want not, y'know? An' I could use the extra cash.

So yeah. [He lifts his eyebrows at the NV.] You gonna help me out, friends?

ella_of_frell

[ The feed is turned on, with the interior setting at Gearheads - notably the bar is not your average bar, but very steampunk in theme. Apparently tonight it's a bit rowdy from lots of people having drinks and having fun. Everyone likes fun right? What is perhaps surprising, is when the angle of the NV is shifted to show Ella - three sheets to the wind and standing on the counter Haruhi is working behind. While some people are still sitting there. They don't seem to mind. What's she doing on the counter? Singing and dancing apparently, a mug of something in her other hand, sloshing all over the place.

Oh yeah. She is SO drunk off her ass it's not funny. She isn't slurring yet though, so there's that! At some point, someone yells "Take it off!" and Ella happily obliges, unclapsing the white cloak she'd been wearing and dropping it over a chair, before resuming her performance. Now that the cloak is off, it's visible that she's wearing a rather steampunkish outfit to fit in with the theme of the bar. Once her performance comes to an end, she turns to Haruhi and pulls her up with her. Time to get KRUNK up in this joint (or maybe not)! What the hell, Ella of Frell. ]

[ OOC: I am so sorry. But yes, Haruhi kinda gave Ella a command a bit ago, to broadcast herself drunk and dancing on a table. Enjoy :D Actionspam okay if anyone wants to go to Gearheads (I can put up a log if they'd rather)! Haruhi and Ella will probably both be tagging in for kicks :D Also yes, people are randomly shouting helpful things such as in that clip, and she is complying with them. Funstuff. ]

Current Mood: drunk

axetrid

_{[The scene viewers are met with is one of disaster when the feed manages to settle as it's slammed down on the vanity of a bathroom. It would appear to be like any regular bathroom only it seems as if water has been sprayed everywhere. There's a bit of a huff and a growl before Astrid shoves her face right in the feed. She's dripping from head to toe as well, golden bangs sticking to her face. She's scowling deeply and looks as if she's going to kill someone and really, she probably would.]}

I don't have a calendar. _{[Unrelated to the situation? Not quite.]} I don't have one that Vikings use, so I don't know what day it is for me. _{[Taking a seat on the closed toilet lid she snatched her NV from the counter top, holding it in front of her.]} And because I don't know whether it's Laugardagr or not, I decided to wash my clothes, just to be on the safe side. Sure, I can take a bath and wash my clothes whenever I want now, but if I've missed Laugardagr then I'll feel really gross.

So, I was going to fill the bath with water so I could wash them but for some reason the water was coming out of this- _{[And she leaned over then to snatch the shower head out of the bath and hold it up accusingly beside her, water still dripping slowly from it.]} instead of where it normally comes out of! Everything is soaked now and I don't know how to fix it so the water comes out from where it's supposed to.

_{[Sorry Snow White, your bathroom is drenched. At least she didn't rip the shower head out of the wall...]}

Aside from that, I need a job. That's how you make money, right? With a job? Well I need one. One that's suitable for a girl like me. Apparently you can't just take whatever you want from a grocery store - they get pretty mad at you. You need to pay for stuff, with money. _{[Blond girl who pillaged a grocery store in the news? You're looking at her.]}

Sure, this place has some pretty amazing stuff, but a lot of things are really complicated and I mean really complicated.

_{[There's a frustrated sigh as she pushes wet bangs out of her eyes.]}

I just want to wash my clothes. Thor Almighty, is that really too much to ask?

ella_of_frell

[ The feeds turns on to a rather preoccupied Ella. The wolfpup Kyra is just out of view from the angle of the NV, trotting down the steps of her home. Ella is balancing the NV against one arm, and a small box under the other. She also has a new friend, a little critter that closely resembles a kangaroo rat perched on her shoulder. ]

Does anyone have some... extremely easy recipes for people who have never cooked before? And I mean extremely simplistic - the type a child could make. I could use a few as examples for teaching someone how to cook properly.

[ Into the kitchen she goes, where the NV is set down and she reveals the box she'd been carrying. A blender. ]

I've never had one of these before, but it's a pretty ingenious construction; I'll give this era that much. Not having to pulp fruit by hand is a godsen-

[ She breaks off as a wooden spoon clatters onto the counter from above her. Immediately on edge, she glances up. ]

Oh no you don't. Lucifurr? [ Nope, no kitteh there. But the rat on her shoulder abruptly ducks into its hiding space into her shirt pocket. ]

Lucifurr, if you go for my ankles again I - [ She breaks off as "Lucifer" lets out a kitty snarl of malice and does indeed go for the ankles. Ella is ready this time thoug...sort of. She yeeps and jumps up on the counter, tucking her poor defenseless ankles away from the cat's sharp claws. ]

Bless it! Lucifurr you evil little demon cat, why do you hate me so much? [ She did nothing to you! She heaves a sigh, realizing the NV is still recording. Terrific. ]

Here's another question for you guys out there - Is there any validity to the 'music soothes the savage beast' theory? [ Because that would be really, REALLY useful right about now. ]

arealwoman

[ It had been a while since Christina had felt quite so ill, her morning sickness not included - crying and drinking was not a good combination but that hadn't been a deterrent for her. She felt as lost now as she had when she'd first arrived, although a few days hardly made much of a difference. She'd turned her NV on several minutes ago, not certain as to what to say (or if she even could) ]

Siren's Port. That's [ Pause ] probably the worst place that I've been, and not even by bloody choice either.

[ And that wasn't the worst part either. The worst part? She's about to say ]

Three months. Three months that I barely got to see him, got lied to and now when I finally get a chance?

[ There's a pathetic laugh, although if you could tell anything from what she was saying (she doesn't care if she wasn't making sense) it would be that she certainly wasn't happy ]

Welcome to bloody Canada where we take everything from you. I'd think it a joke if I didn't know that it could happen.

[ Because it already had once ]

And if anyone dares mention that any part of this is good?

[ Because she's already heard it since arriving. Although if anyone was expecting the end of that you'll be sorely sorry, especially as she doesn't manage to turn her NV off before throwing up ]

defineshinky

[She's standing right outside the Newcomer Apartments, clearly having just been shown there. Yet nothing else about Wendy reads as a desperately lost Newcomer. She looks resolutely unimpressed.]

Okay, the last time I did this, I didn't need to hurl in the Field of Dreams. Not kosher. Boss, come in if the nice men in labcoats were wrong and you're out there.

Somewhere.

[She looks at her NV expectantly, her frown growing deeper with each passing moment that she doesn't get the response that she's looking for.]

Come on, Middleman. Don't make me do the Ride Lonesome bit, that's not my routine.

[Time passes and she gets nothing. Finally, Wendy sighs, accepting the situation.]

Well, guess it is now. Okay, how do I--

[She starts pressing buttons and her brow furrows when she stumbles across the Network.]

Whoa. Uh. Hi.

excellentviolet

I would say something about welcoming newcomers to the port and probably inviting them to join Violet Systems again, but I feel like I need a change of pace. Face it, it's tiring always having to put up your most professional face. I'd like the opportunity to let loose at least once.

So, tell me-- do any of you practice hand-to-hand combat? I've learned a few over the years.

grifting

[The feed clicks on and a man can be heard whistling an old tune. It goes on for a few seconds or more, footsteps heard in the background. Then, there's silence, and a faint sigh. A man with a thick Irish accent speaks.]

Quite the story, I'll tell you. "Oh, you've come to 2012, my friend! Enjoy your stay." [A puff of a cigarette.] 'Course, wasn't so nice as all that, especially not with that vulgar writin' on the diamond. I haven't had a welcome like that since I was back in the states and I'll tell you...that was a long time ago.

[He takes a moment to take a long drag from his cigarette before he speaks again.]

How do you tell a fella' that he's gone through fifty years in just a few seconds? I'd think I should be sent to the looney bin if I was spoutin' off that sort of shite. [A cough.] Pardon my language, if you will.

[He scuffs his heel on the ground.]

But it's really true, ain't it? We're all stuck on some godforsaken island in the middle o' nowhere. [He breathes out a chuckle.] Just my luck, eh?

[There's a faint noise in the background and Atlas makes a sound of recognition. He clears his throat.]

Ah, that's the other question I had. This is my second night here and I couldn't help but notice the little buggers outside. What's their story? Anyone feel like sharing?

[ooc: while it has no bearing on this post, if you would, please fill out his permissions post!]

laurice

Aw, man...

[We interrupt your lazy Saturday for this public service announcement. Larry's voice seems...small, timid, somewhat embarrassed. But he raises it a bit so he's sure he's heard.]

So...um, let's say you have this friend. And he kinda...ran into a skunk. And the skunk...well...sprayed him.

...

How d'you get rid of the stink? And will it stick to anything you touch, or your house? I hope it's not permanent...I mean, for his sake! I gotta know! Like, right now!

[Passers-by in Sector 6 may find Larry sitting rather tensely at a picnic table in his backyard while Elise the (rapidly growing) kitten keeps a very respectable distance from her master. He isn't holding his NV as he speaks, and would rather keep his hands in his pockets as if actually holding his NV would make it explode.]

thequarterback

[No video this time. Voice only. He wasn't even going to bother with that. This was originally text, but he feels confident enough right now to speak. Video is just out of the question though. There's no chance of that right now]

I just have one question, you know, something I've been sorta wondering about. [He's trying to keep his voice steady and his tone light, but he can't seem to really bring much life to it] Go ahead and ignore me if this is too personal or whatever, but how do you deal with death? [He pauses] I mean, there's been that stuff on the news about vampire attacks and people dying and everything. So it just got me thinking, I guess. [That's not how he started thinking about it at all] I mean, I, uh, I never really lost anyone close to me before, at least not anyone I remember.