video; @s.carter

[whatsapineapple]

[It opens a bit too close on Sid's face as he frowns in concentration. His face brightens up as he realizes its working and he backs up, grins and waves.]

Greetings, fellow inmates! Or whatever we're calling ourselves. I'm Sid Carter and I have an announcement to make.

THIS!

[He holds up an unopened cigarette packet, and then brings it closer to the camera so that the price (and tax) are visible. The tax is pretty dang high. As he pulls it back, his face is almost comically grim.]

Is daylight robbery. And I won't stand for it. And if you won't stand for it, either, and wanna come talk to be about it, maybe get a solution, then you can-- [He pauses, and looks a bit confused, before going on.] Well, they said you can talk privately, too, on this thing. So you can do that.

Or you can come find me. I'm staying on the 12th floor and I'm working at the Fiery Chariot Car Service (Hell of a name, that).

[He grins broadly again.]

And that's that! Sid out.

[He ends the video.]

[ video | un: trickster ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ The feed opens up to Loki, dressed in a white shirt and black tie and slacks. He seems to be in a facility somewhere in Riverview, one that might not be familiar to most. He taps a pencil on a clipboard, his bid to look professional. Even his hair is combed back, a few strands tied together with a silver clasp. ]

Greetings. I work at the Gramarye Research Facility for Magic and I was hoping to get some examples of magic taken place in Riverview. Any will do, even ones where your own magic has clashed with the rules of this reality. If you could make it short and precise, I would be most . . . grateful.

accidental(?) video; un: angels

[hevenly]

[ The video comes on to show the floor of Communal Housing level 12. The camera moves every so often, as though the person handling the phone isn't being too steady with it. After about a minute of shuffling, the view is reversed, bringing instead a face into view-- that of a tall redhead woman in silver armor with distinctive red markings around her eyes. She frowns in concentration, evidently unaware that the phone is recording.

She is muttering to herself, ] No, that is not-- That is not right. How do I change it?

[ She's attempted to follow the instructions she was given to enter a custom username, but she fatfingered the keys and misspelled her own name. This is a disaster. Where are Sera or Leah when you need them? Back on Earth, of course.

Angela growls in frustration, poking at the phone ever more vigorously. Eventually, she realizes the damned thing is recording, and she slaps an embarrassed hand over her face. ]

...I require assistance.

[ Obviously. ]