[ It takes a moment or two - upside down first, but then- there he is, a jovial yet clearly embarrassed young fellow holding a red coat. ]

There we are.

I do apologize, as I realize the hour is quite late indeed, and more likely than not there are plenty of you in need of catching up on lost beauty sleep. It will not take long, I assure you, I only make a small request.

As a result of recent ... shall we say, capers, it would appear that I find myself in need of a tailor, or seamstress. For some reason, I was entirely convinced that I could fly, but in order to do so, I was in need of- well. A cape. Suffice to say, my efforts were in vain, and I've now utterly ruined a prized possession of mine.

[ here he holds up his jacket, in tatters, and it's not entirely certain what exactly he was trying to do but-- caught up in the heat of the moment, he supposed. Though he looks awfully sheepish. ]

It would be thoroughly appreciated if someone could repair the damage I've caused to the poor thing. While I currently have little means of payment, surely we could reach some agreement.

[ he nods with a polite bow before signing off, ] I thank you for your time and consideration. You've my utmost gratitude.

[ but the feed catches one more forlorn look at his poor ruined coat, and a sigh. No more superhero shenanigans for this mister. ]

[Mr. D had spent the last week or so confined in his place of residence until the shenanigans around the city calmed down. If anything had happened to him during that time, he wasn't talking about it.

[Now, he is sitting in the park with a deck of playing cards in his hand, flipping them between is fingers expertly to shuffle them as he talks. He's actually bored enough at the moment to request company of others. It's shocking, really.]

If anyone thinks they are up to a fearsome challenge, I have just the game for you. Meet me in the park, and show me what you're made out of. You will be judged harshly on your performance, because I doubt anyone will be able to beat me.

[He fans the cards out to hide his mouth as he speaks his parting lines.]

Don't worry if you aren't familiar with the game. I will train you. Every civilized man should at least learn the basic rules of pinochle.

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[[ooc: you can either respond in-network or move it to action if you so desire!]]

[Lucifer was no stranger to the idea of suddenly appearing in a strange new world and having to work out how to live in it. He wonders briefly how he was brought through the Gate, but considering he was asleep at the time, it could have been done a number of ways. Come to think of it, "how" wasn't as important as "why". But he supposed "why" would come in good time, and he was, frankly, in no hurry.

After fiddling with the starfish like device, he discovered that despite its appearance, it worked very similar to a smartphone back home, and that it could be used to contact the other foreigners in this new world, who were likely from other worlds and stuck here as he was. He had, however, come across something in particular that caught his interest. It even made him interested enough to make a post to this network about.]

Yo.

[He addresses the network in such a way that shows he's familiar with technology, but although shows that he's only doing this because he feels he has to.]

So I'm a new world, right? Cool, I guess. Been there, done that. And we're given everything we need to survive without working for it?

[He pauses a moment to adjust his communicator.]

So where's the fried chicken?

[Yep. That's what's he's concerned about. Fried chicken.]

[The video feed starts with focusing on Leo's face.]

Since I got my hands on some celestial bronze I started making some really awesome stands to use with the starfish communicators. They're super portable and attach to the SFC like a cellphone charm.

[He turns his SFC away from his face (it's sitting on his stand) and holds up a charm that's shaped like Dirk's sunglasses. It's not very big and it's attached to Dirk's SFC by a short cord. He talks from off camera.]

So they start out looking like this, but in whatever shape you want. I've also made a bunny shaped one and mine's shaped like a hammer. I can do pretty much any simple shape you want. Anyway. All you gotta do to turn it into a stand it give it a little push like this.

[He grabs the charm by both ends of the glasses and lightly pushes them closer together at the top. The glasses open and a stand begins to come out of it, extending more metal than it looks like it could feasibly hold. When it's done he sets the stand on the table and Dirk's SFC is sitting on top of it, the sunglasses are open at the top of the stand.]

And then you've got a stand for hands free SFC use. And it retracts easily when you're ready to pack it up and go.

[He adjusts the sunglasses in the opposite direction and the stand begins to retract. He grabs hold of Dirk's SFC so it doesn't fall. He turns his SFC back to face him.]

Thanks to Dirk, I got the idea that I should sell these. So if you want your own custom stand just let me know. It'll cost 30 starfish tokens, but I'm willing to barter.

[After very little interest last time, Leo tries a slightly different tactic on selling the password app.]

Also wanted to remind everyone that if you want some added security for your SFC, I've got a password app for it that will keep anyone from accessing your SFC without whatever code you set. It's free with a SFC charm stand, or 5 starfish tokens if that's all you want.

Jus' outta curiosity--

[ostensibly]

--how many scientists n' magic scholars're actually in Vatheon? Resident anti-science brigade's out cold, s'figured I'd ask.

( no ic cut, cut for length )

It seems I’ve forgotten my manners. I am the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Vatheon residents.

Now, who might I direct my inquiries about the coral to?

((ooc: Red text belongs to Sebastian (sullying) who will also be responding to replies and potentially thread-jacking. ALSO SORRY FOR SOME BROKEN ICONS, I went ahead and properly named all my icons. x: ))

[ From the looks of the video feed, Hilda is in the kitchen of her apartment. The sounds that come from the feed indicate that there is indeed something on the stove. Hilda herself looks nervous ... and a little worried. ]

So, Vatheon gives us things we need to survive, right?

Does this include cold medication? Like, coughing, sneezing cold medication.

[ Spoilers: She's not asking for herself. ]



( ooc: ohhhh yeah, I should probably mention that this post is backdated to during this log. )

[ Annabeth doesn't usually cry as a rule. Demigods don't have easy lives and most emotions can be rationalised away with the motivation of 'getting on with things'. But for some reason, this time whenever she thinks she's stopped crying somehow more tears come. It's not just that he's gone... it's also what he's gone back to.


She sits and stares at the jellies outside the bubble until she's sure she can make this video post without crying. Drawing her coat more tightly around her - Hades, it's cold lately! - she shivers and turns on her SFC for the first time since Percy had left. ]

So, I don't know how many of you knew Percy Jackson, my boyfriend, but he's gone. Just thought I'd do the courteous thing and let everyone know. [ She wipes quickly at one eye but manages to hold off tears. ]


[ooc: This is a network and action post! Feel free to respond either by SFC or with awkward cuddle curse actions out by the jellies. ]

[Chii very shakily turned on her device as she keeps it firmly in her hands. It's obvious from the shaking that Chii is in fact shivering and just doesn't quite know how to stop. But she certainly looks confused.]

Chii doesn't understand why Chii is shivering. Is it because of the curse people speak of, or is it that Chii is broken?

[She had heard about it being a curse, but Chii still hadn't been in one before, so this was a new experience for her to say the least, even the feeling of cold was new.] 

[It's difficult to see much of anything, because Laharl is posting this from the usually cozy interior of his coffin. The only light is coming from the SFC itself. His red eyes seem to drink it in like cats' eyes, but the rest of his face is indistinct.]

Is this w-what it feels like to be s-sick?

[Someone may have panicked a little and not checked any other posts.]