( kimberly hart does not have time for this. this, of course, being the entire wishing well garbage. she's currently seated on one of the stone benches, elbows resting on her knees, one hand pressed firmly to the bridge of her nose as she tries her best to ignore the casual bitching of her friend in the background. her friend who is, you know, currently half in the water. her friend that's a goddamn fucking mermaid, with a great big giant floppy tail and everything, who just so happens to also not have a fucking shirt on.  

it's just a lot, okay, and kimberly isn't really prepared for it. she hasn't had nearly enough caffeine yet today, but she can't just sit here either. so. head up, face the camera, smile. go back to being a cheerleader, and just focus on getting through halftime. or something, whatever. she's a bit out of practice. )

Hey, so — ( and as soon as the words get out of her mouth, clary's high pitched freakout can be heard steadily rising in volume in the background; kimberly's whole body turns like a whip, voice snapping, ) Clary! Can you not!

( which, okay, maybe it's a little harsh, but. whatever. she's trying to help. )

Hey. So. Cadelle. Does anybody have, like, a wheelbarrow... or a hose... or one of those stupid Nerf water pistols? Because my friend here just turned herself into a goddamn mermaid — yes, Clary, I'm talking about you!

( more fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. more deep breaths. she can do this. focus. think about yoga. )

Does anybody have anything that might help? Or know what kind of fish merpeople eat? Or... anything?

( please, for the love of god, anything. )

That'd be great. If you could, like, let me know? Or maybe come help out, if you've got stuff? Or — oh! — if anybody knows where I can get a kiddie pool? Yeah. That'd be good too.

( somebody help her. )

Anyway, yeah. That's... that's about it. Thanks? Okay, bye.

( end feed. )

Sup!

[ Steph takes a moment to smile and wave at the camera. She's fresh off the boat, as fresh as it gets. She took a moment to see where she would be staying, then immediately set out. She isn't too worried about having been lifted to another universe. ]

So this is weird and... strangely heartwarming? But I have just one important question: Where is the best coffee?

[ And who wants to buy her one? ]

[The feed begins and immediately reveals a brightly grinning Isabelle. Some of the bedroom can be seen behind her, there appear to be scattered clothes, open suitcases, the typical "just moved in" scenario. Or maybe more like someone who brought the whole store home and still couldn't find the right outfit. She settled for black jeans and biker jacket over a red sweater.]

Hey, Cadelle, someone failed to tell me it was blizzard season here and I did not pack appropriately. Where's a girl going to find a fashion-forward parka in this place? And who wants to go shopping?

[The feed cuts with a wink and a grin and she's clearly in motion.]



[open to action tags as well as network tags! izzy's heading out shopping whether she gets any bites or not, she needs a parka, so feel free to catch her en route or wherever, if you'd prefer ♥]

So, hey Cadelleans. Cadellers? ...Cadellites?

[nope, they all sound bad. really bad. but he's just going to stop himself grimacing at that and refocus on the whole point of this message.]

My name's Scott. I've met a couple of you when I was-- [he holds a hand up, palm down in the universal sign of "shorter".] I went home for a while, so to anybody I knew before? Sorry for everything. I was...kind of an ass back then, and I know I said a lot of things I probably shouldn't have. [though given that he's already made up with his pack, he's already dealt with the worst of it all.]

Anyway. We're all here for the same reason. [the possibilities, rather than the specifics.] So what I was thinking was that maybe we set up some kind of monthly movie night? I don't know how many of you have been to the cinema here, but they've got one screen that'd really work out great with the whole bonding-slash-intimacy thing. No seats. Just huge pillows, and the manager is up for letting us use it every month if we want to.

[it counts as an act of good will for her, and they can all add to their own energy generation with a little snuggletime while they watch. it's win-win.]

Think of it as an easy way to get a quick boost towards your goals while making a few new friends along the way. [a pause, and--] And before I forget. Any recommendations for the first movie-fest?

[just no star wars. stiles will kill him if he finally watches the films and he isn't there to witness it.

...wow does he miss the rest of his pack already. it hasn't even been a month yet.]

( 'Sup Cuddle City. It's ya girl, Clarissa, currently wearing the finest of ugly christmas sweaters, hair pulled into a messy knot on top of her head. )

So I know, I know, I was totally tempting fate with my wardrobe choice, but in my defence I'm new to this whole momming business.

( No, this isn't a case of attempted miracle births. She's been there, done that. In fact, the real meaning becomes apparent when there's the sound of skittering claws behind her followed by something rolling. The camera drops down to where the fluffiest of ginger cats is now attempting to stalk a bauble across Clary's bedroom floor, shredded tinsel and bits of fake pine in its wake. She lifts the phone a little more to show the small christmas tree now hung lopsided from her desk, clearly having been pulled down in a rampage.

When she focuses her attention back on the network, Clary's smile is wry and helpless. )

This isn't even the first time! I moved it up there two days ago. So, does anyone know how to cat proof a tree or am I going to be forever doomed to brushing glitter off my carpet?

( Said cat in question leaps to the her desk chair and meows loudly, as if to deliver his verdict and Clary rolls her eyes dramatically. )

You're so not getting any turkey.

( Bye guys. )

[ When the video starts, nothing shows but a Cadelle street. It's the middle of the night and the streetlamps are all the light around. There's music playing, obviously coming from the phone's speakers, tinny. But it's half covered by Baby's humming. ]

Hellooooo everyone! I thought I'd sing you a lullaby.

[ It's obvious that Baby is drunk when he starts speaking, even without being on the screen, and it's even more obvious when he moves the camera a little, half his face appearing, shadowed by the streetlights he's walking under. He's wearing sunglasses.

Eyes half closed, the unsteadiness of the video shows how much Baby has had earlier. He stumbles for a step, then stops, laughing to himself as he runs a hand over his face.

Then, he starts singing, along with the song playing: ]

So take a look at me now
Since I told you it's over
You got a hole in your heart
I'll find a four leaf clover
You can't tell me this now
This far down the line
That you're never, ever gonna get over me

[ He might be drunk, but at least he's not a bad singer. It's a bit wobbly, and there are tears in his voice as he sings, the words feeling like they're stabbing him, over and over.

Isabelle's gone.

He stops singing, looking ahead at the mostly empty street. He stumbles again, closes his eyes while he takes a deep breath, head tilted up to the sky. When he opens them again, and then turns to the camera, he's grinning. ]

Feels like a perfect night for a joyride, right?

[ The words are slurred, and Baby's smile is already wavering, but then he turns the camera to his car, parked a few feet away. ]

[The video opens on Magnus, hair a little more mussed than usual, eyeliner in place but smudged, clearly working hard and distracted.]

Hello, everyone, I am Magnus Bane, and I have something of a dilemma.

[The camera swings around to a table with a small cauldron on it, a set of brass scales, and several small bottles and jars, most of them empty. Magnus appears again, keeping the bookshelf in view over his shoulder.]

Of course I brought my spellbook with me, and my brewing equipment—never trust a cauldron you haven't seasoned yourself—but where might one go to buy potion ingredients? I'm low on… [He looks over his shoulder, assessing the supplies he's brought with him.] ...saffron threads, vampire hair, grave dirt, lavender...well, everything. Space was at a premium and I'm afraid I couldn't bring my inventory with me.

[The phone comes with Magnus, floats with Magnus on a cloud of blue smoke, as he walks away from his brewing headquarters, and now in the background can be seen half-unpacked boxes, the walls hung with sweeping red and blue silks. There's stuff everywhere, far too much for the apartment's size, but the image steadies as Magnus turns again, sweeping out his arms.] I only need the basics for now. And if you need something, do let me know. No love potions, but I conjure up a wicked energy booster for mornings after. Or nights before.

[With a wink, Magnus snaps his fingers and the video ends in a colorful shimmer of light before the screen goes black.]