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Uh, hi. You've reached Stephen Stills. I can't come to the phone right now for whatever so reason, so, uh, leave your name or whatever. And a message, if you want.
[long pause]
BEEEEEEP
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Uh, hi. You've reached Stephen Stills. I can't come to the phone right now for whatever so reason, so, uh, leave your name or whatever. And a message, if you want.
[long pause]
BEEEEEEP
[Stephen is at his usual spot in the kitchen at The Blue Light today, apron and baseball cap on. He's working fairly quickly, chopping vegetables and periodically checking a few pots on the stove and something in the oven. The radio is on (not playing Christmas music, thank god) and he's humming along occasionally. What he has failed to notice is that someone has placed a sprig of mistletoe on the pass-over window between the kitchen and the bar, so every time he comes over to watch what's happening in the bar, he is in the line of fire. Oh dear.]
[ooc: MISTLETOE CURSE! Have at him. I am serious. Anyone. :-D]
[ooc: MISTLETOE CURSE! Have at him. I am serious. Anyone. :-D]
[Stephen Stills and Dom Cobb are in a back alley behind what looks suspiciously like the City Bank. Both look rather well armed. Well, Cobb looks armed. Stephen is holding basically the smallest looking gun ever. He also looks like he is moments away from throwing up/and or running away. The video cuts in mid-conversation.]/small>
I told you, man, I can do it!
[Cobb looks at Stephen like he is decidedly unsure if the man is capable of tying his own shoe, let alone holding up a bank--but it's what they are going to do, and it's his partner, damn it.]
I swear if you mess this up for me, Stephen, I'll make you pay.
Okay, fine, let's go!
[Cobb and Stephen throw open the back door, charging into the bank, guns waving.]
All right everyone--I want you all on the god damn floor, got it? Put your hands where I can see them, and if you try anything, my friend here will take care of you. Right?
[Instead of responding, Stephen suddenly freezes, eyes wide. He mumbles something unintelligible, looking around nervously.]
Right, buddy? [He glares at Stephen. Don't do this--don't you dare--]
[Stephen attempts to cock his gun, and instead, shoots himself in the foot.]
Why the hell did I think you could do this.
[And Dom just face palms and starts to head for the door, leaving Stephen.]
[Feed ends.]
I told you, man, I can do it!
[Cobb looks at Stephen like he is decidedly unsure if the man is capable of tying his own shoe, let alone holding up a bank--but it's what they are going to do, and it's his partner, damn it.]
I swear if you mess this up for me, Stephen, I'll make you pay.
Okay, fine, let's go!
[Cobb and Stephen throw open the back door, charging into the bank, guns waving.]
All right everyone--I want you all on the god damn floor, got it? Put your hands where I can see them, and if you try anything, my friend here will take care of you. Right?
[Instead of responding, Stephen suddenly freezes, eyes wide. He mumbles something unintelligible, looking around nervously.]
Right, buddy? [He glares at Stephen. Don't do this--don't you dare--]
[Stephen attempts to cock his gun, and instead, shoots himself in the foot.]
Why the hell did I think you could do this.
[And Dom just face palms and starts to head for the door, leaving Stephen.]
[Feed ends.]
[the video opens to Stephen Stills in his living room, which looks likeit might be hosting a girls' sleepover. Air matresses, blankets, and pillows are basically flung over every surface. Several cats are all napping in the various sunny spots around the room, and in the corner a rather large husky is curled around a corgi pup. It all looks rather chaotic. Stephen is looking into the camera a little bleary-eyes, coffee in hand.]
Hey guys. Is anyone else experiancing... bread today?
I tried to make an omlette this morning and...
[he holds a frying pan up to the creen, which is now filled with circular bread.]
Neil tried to heat a pop tart and it came out toast. If this is a curse, it's gonna make work kinda difficult today.
[Stephen takes a deep gulp of coffee. His eyes widen in shock, and he starts to choke. His hand fumbles for the device, and the feed ends.]
Hey guys. Is anyone else experiancing... bread today?
I tried to make an omlette this morning and...
[he holds a frying pan up to the creen, which is now filled with circular bread.]
Neil tried to heat a pop tart and it came out toast. If this is a curse, it's gonna make work kinda difficult today.
[Stephen takes a deep gulp of coffee. His eyes widen in shock, and he starts to choke. His hand fumbles for the device, and the feed ends.]
Hey guys.
Uh, I guess this is kind of pathetically delayed, but I wasn't exactly sure how to phrase this. Right before Halloween, when all the craziness what going on? Sorry if I tried to... eat you. I promise you it wasn't for any weird Freudian reasons.
I'm pretty sure I actually managed to eat a cow, though. I swear, I was brushing my teeth for a week. I swear, these curses keep feeling more and more personal.
Uh, I guess this is kind of pathetically delayed, but I wasn't exactly sure how to phrase this. Right before Halloween, when all the craziness what going on? Sorry if I tried to... eat you. I promise you it wasn't for any weird Freudian reasons.
I'm pretty sure I actually managed to eat a cow, though. I swear, I was brushing my teeth for a week. I swear, these curses keep feeling more and more personal.
[The video feed opens to the Stills/Nordegraf kitchen, looking in a little more of a state than usual. Various food items are all piled up on the counter, and the garbage bin is out on the floor, filled to the top with opened packages. Stephen can be seen half-buried in the open fridge. He leans out, a sponge in hand, and uses his wrist to push his hair back from his face. He looks frazzled - alright more frazzled than usual. He tossed the sponge into the sink and starts rounding up all the food on the counter, giving each one a cursory sniff and tossing a few more in the garbage.]
Neil! What did I tell you about keeping an eye on the freaking food you buy! Half this stuff reeks!
[He sniffs at an open package of bacon. For a moment something other than disgust passes over his features. Something almost... desiring. It only lasts a moment, however, and he ends up throwing the whole package in the bin.]
And it's your turn to take out the trash!
[He glances up and notices the blinking light on his device.]
Oh, for fuck's sake!
[He reaches forward, and the feed ends.]
Neil! What did I tell you about keeping an eye on the freaking food you buy! Half this stuff reeks!
[He sniffs at an open package of bacon. For a moment something other than disgust passes over his features. Something almost... desiring. It only lasts a moment, however, and he ends up throwing the whole package in the bin.]
And it's your turn to take out the trash!
[He glances up and notices the blinking light on his device.]
Oh, for fuck's sake!
[He reaches forward, and the feed ends.]
[Filtered to Curt]
Are you home right now? I was gonna stop by after work.
Are you home right now? I was gonna stop by after work.
[Stephen is in the kitchen at The Blue Light. His device is balanced on the counter and he is looking into it, but every few moments he glances through the window that lets him see into the main bar area.]
Hey. It looks like it's one of those visitor weekends again. So uh, if you just turned up from Toronto and feel a bit lost, come find me, would ya? I'm at The Blue Light.
[He quickly reaches over and turns off the device.]
[ooc: FOOOOOURTH WAAAAAAAALL! Anything and everything welcome. Doubles, spoilers, ridiculous trolling journals. HIT ME.]
Hey. It looks like it's one of those visitor weekends again. So uh, if you just turned up from Toronto and feel a bit lost, come find me, would ya? I'm at The Blue Light.
[He quickly reaches over and turns off the device.]
[ooc: FOOOOOURTH WAAAAAAAALL! Anything and everything welcome. Doubles, spoilers, ridiculous trolling journals. HIT ME.]
[Hey there, network! Have a Stephen Stills on your screens. He is currently seated in his desk chair, watching the new parade of fashions all over the network. He is dressed exactly the same as always.]
Yeah. No way.
[ooc: I could not help but take advantage of the fact that Mark Webber also dressed like a homeless hipster IRL.]
Yeah. No way.
[ooc: I could not help but take advantage of the fact that Mark Webber also dressed like a homeless hipster IRL.]
[The device blinks into life, revealing a bedroom as gray as everything else in The City. It's sitting on the corner of a desk, giving a pretty clear view of the room. Stephen Stills is storming around, clearly looking for something. He's ripping open drawers at a fantastic rate, riffling through the contents before slamming them shut again. He tears back the covers of his bed, and finally drops to his knees to peer under the bedframe. He's started to mutter under his breath, only audible when we walks closer to the device.]
Jesus fucking... eugh, I cannot believe out of ALL the fucking... it just HAD to be that one. If this is another-
[He moves over to his (extremely messy) closet, tearing through it and tossing plaid shirt after plaid shirt onto his bedspread as he goes. His frustration mounting, he slams himself against the wall, his hands going into his hair before covering his face. An extremely heavy sigh is heard before he lets out a strange strangled noise and kicks a chair over. Still muttering, he moves to leave the room, grabbing the device before he goes. Just before the feed ends, an unmistakable flash of colour is visible. The blue and red of Stephen's bedspread is clear and bright against the gray of the room. It is only seen for a moment before the feed ends.]
Jesus fucking... eugh, I cannot believe out of ALL the fucking... it just HAD to be that one. If this is another-
[He moves over to his (extremely messy) closet, tearing through it and tossing plaid shirt after plaid shirt onto his bedspread as he goes. His frustration mounting, he slams himself against the wall, his hands going into his hair before covering his face. An extremely heavy sigh is heard before he lets out a strange strangled noise and kicks a chair over. Still muttering, he moves to leave the room, grabbing the device before he goes. Just before the feed ends, an unmistakable flash of colour is visible. The blue and red of Stephen's bedspread is clear and bright against the gray of the room. It is only seen for a moment before the feed ends.]
Hey guys. So I'm not dead, for those of you who were wondering. I do look like shit, though, so be warned. I'm still at the hospital. They put me on an iv drip, but they said I'm going to be fine. They're letting me go home tonight.
I got really lucky, they say. Apparently vampires aren't too big on vegetarian blood. Take note, kids.
Still. Not my best ever weekend.
[Filtered to Young Neil]
They won't release me without someone here to walk me home. Can you, you know, come pick me up? 6-ish tonight?
[ooc: For those of you who missed it, Stephen got a little nibble taken out of him by cursed vampire!Faith. Open action for anyone who wants to visit him in hospital/any hospital staff.]
I got really lucky, they say. Apparently vampires aren't too big on vegetarian blood. Take note, kids.
Still. Not my best ever weekend.
[Filtered to Young Neil]
They won't release me without someone here to walk me home. Can you, you know, come pick me up? 6-ish tonight?
[ooc: For those of you who missed it, Stephen got a little nibble taken out of him by cursed vampire!Faith. Open action for anyone who wants to visit him in hospital/any hospital staff.]
[The video feed is on, but all the camera can see is blackness. A great deal of very loud breathing can be heard. The darkness breaks slightly, and whatever was blocking the camera pulls back to reveal this:
The device is nosed a few more times as it skitters across whatever surface it's on. The face backs up, revealing a fairly large deer stag standing in an apartment bedroom. The device is set up with a shot of the door. The deer bats at the doorknob a few times with his antlers, looking imploring back at the camera each time. He lets out a slightly mournful bellow, before moving back to the device. There are a few more moments of snuffling and deer-nose close ups before the transmission ends.]
[ooc: Stephen has been hit with the Safari curse and will now be a deer stag until Sunday. Which means that he he trapped in his room until someone comes and rescues him. Doorknobs are not meant for hooves. He's managed to work out how to operate the video function on his device (he's been stuck in here for a long time), so audio, video, and action are all welcome. He'll be wandering around the edge of town looking for delicious patches of grass if your character wants to bump into him. :-D]
The device is nosed a few more times as it skitters across whatever surface it's on. The face backs up, revealing a fairly large deer stag standing in an apartment bedroom. The device is set up with a shot of the door. The deer bats at the doorknob a few times with his antlers, looking imploring back at the camera each time. He lets out a slightly mournful bellow, before moving back to the device. There are a few more moments of snuffling and deer-nose close ups before the transmission ends.]
[ooc: Stephen has been hit with the Safari curse and will now be a deer stag until Sunday. Which means that he he trapped in his room until someone comes and rescues him. Doorknobs are not meant for hooves. He's managed to work out how to operate the video function on his device (he's been stuck in here for a long time), so audio, video, and action are all welcome. He'll be wandering around the edge of town looking for delicious patches of grass if your character wants to bump into him. :-D]
Um, I have a feeling I'm going to regret this in the morning, but there's something I needed to tell everyone.
( Cut for glitter and fabulousness )
[ooc: Why yes, Stephen will be mortified about this in about 24 hours. Until then, DEAL WITH IT, CITY. /sunglasses]
( Cut for glitter and fabulousness )
[ooc: Why yes, Stephen will be mortified about this in about 24 hours. Until then, DEAL WITH IT, CITY. /sunglasses]
[Filtered to Hanna]
Hey, dude. Have you called Ramona yet?
Hey, dude. Have you called Ramona yet?
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So, apparently it's my birthday this weekend. I guess I kinda lost track.
Anybody want to do something?
[ooc: And Marion just realised that her pup is having his b-day when she will be stuck in no-internet-cottage-land. Anyone up for ridiculously forward-dating something? :-D]
Anybody want to do something?
[ooc: And Marion just realised that her pup is having his b-day when she will be stuck in no-internet-cottage-land. Anyone up for ridiculously forward-dating something? :-D]
Hey, guys. Back to normal again, it seems like.
[Filtered to Ramona]
Can you call me today? I have a favour to ask.
[Filtered to Young Neil]
Are you doing anything tonight, man? I kinda thought... we could eat dinner maybe?
[Filtered to Ramona]
Can you call me today? I have a favour to ask.
[Filtered to Young Neil]
Are you doing anything tonight, man? I kinda thought... we could eat dinner maybe?
[The video opens as Stephen's device is resting on his bedside table. There is an unfamiliar woman in a baggy t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms crashing around the room, muttering to herself. Se leaves the shot for several minutes, and returns wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a plaid shirt. She stops in front of a mirror and peers at the reflection with barely concealed horror. She finally sighs and rams a toque down over her long auburn hair. She whirls around and picks up the device, unaware it's recording. The viewer gets a close up on what may be a familiar face. The feed suddenly switches to audio.]
Seriously? Again? Jesus fucking Christ. I didn't enjoy this last time, City, and I'm not going to today.
[The audio ends with a definite click.]
[ooc: Hey people who may have been around when this happened the first time! Lady!Stephen is back! Replies will be coming from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Seriously? Again? Jesus fucking Christ. I didn't enjoy this last time, City, and I'm not going to today.
[The audio ends with a definite click.]
[ooc: Hey people who may have been around when this happened the first time! Lady!Stephen is back! Replies will be coming from
ladyinaband].