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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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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]

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[There's a clattering noise as Stephen fumbles his device before opening it. He's breathing heavily, and his voice sounds pretty near the edge of panic.]

Okay. What the FUCK what that?

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[Stephen is sitting alone is his apartment. Since he actually has some furniture in the house now, he's used all of it barricade the windows and door. Which means he's sitting on the floor. With the lights out. Holding a cast-iron frying pan.]

Uh, hey everyone.

Is everyone okay? Like, no one's been eaten by a harpy yet?

I don't really know what's going on out there. I've kind of been inside for... two days now? Luckily I have plenty of food.

I've heard some of the weird harpy-things trying to get in through the window, but they've usually given up pretty quickly. I have this if they do manage to get through. [He holds up the frying pan]

So, let me know that everyone's alright?

[He turns off the device]

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Stephen Stills' Journal

"Scott, if your life had a face I'd punch it in the balls. Seriously."

#44 - [video post]

#43 - [accidental video]

#39 - [Accidental Video]

#37 - [video - forward dated to the morning]

#30 - [Audio Post - backdated to just after midnight]

#8 [Video]

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