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[ On camera, Eames can be seen sitting, holding a dark brown puppy that looks an awful lot like a pitbull. The puppy occasionally leans forward to bump her nose against the camera lens. ]

Say what you'd like about poor impulse control as I know some of you will, but I was sober when this happened.

[ He shrugs and the puppy yips, annoyed about being moved when he does it. ]

I do still, regrettably, need some help in terms of a name; I never have been good with giving them.

[ Some details are pressing: how people act, how they move, who they know. This is a set of details beyond even his specialties. And sure enough, attached to the video is a rudimentary poll with--true to his accounting--a bizarre set of names. ]

Yes, this is serious.
 
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[ At first it looks as though someone is taking video within an art studio. There are numerous artworks displayed, but soon it becomes obvious that rather than being on easels, they are propped up on a bed, or the wooden artist chest next to the bed. Clary does not have her own studio to work in, nor does she have a big enough space to spread out. It's a constant battle to move things around the space she does have as part of the communal housing she was placed in.

The drawings are mostly cityscapes and landscapes for now. Memories of New York and places in Brooklyn. Scenes that were reminiscent of Idris – but not many people would recognise them. To anyone else they might seem like images of Europe. Hidden underneath the landscapes are hints of lifedrawing but the face of the model isn't visible. ]


So with the excuse of Valentine's Day coming up I was going to offer to do commissions if anyone is after something unique and personal. Landscapes, portraits, abstracts, cards… anything you want. This is a sample of what I’m capable of.

We can talk prices or trades - I’m open to bargaining. Even if you want to pay me in art supplies I would not turn it away.

[ She looks like she's about to reach out and kill the feed before another thought occurs to her. ]

Oh, and if anyone is looking for a housemate or knows of someone looking to move out of communal housing that would be willing to let me take over some of the space - I'd appreciate it. Sleeping under sketchbooks might seem bohemian but I need my workspace and bed to be seperate.

[ Not to mention a little privacy helps when it comes to the lifedrawing part of her art. The feed ends with her giving a bright smile. ]
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[Well, this is certainly bringing things full circle. The irony doesn't escape him, but this time Christian is actually making an effort to do his job. As much as can be expected from him, of course.

Which means the network gets a nice view of a man at a small desk, looking more like an assistant than a professional in his oversized sweater and jeans completing the look with tousled hair. He's organizing books on the surface as he addresses the network, with titles including How to Find Yourself, Practical Counseling, and The Pocket Manual for Technical Magic stacked on top of each other. He has the phone sitting on one such stack, propped up behind the others.]


So. [Wait, false start.] You ever feel like this place is just a little bit weird?

I mean, how many cities have portals that lead to other worlds and collect people? And hire Magic Counselors? Hi, I'm Christian, Magic Counselor if you ever need one. I'm not sure how many people here do the magic thing. Do you?
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I feel like my first words to the multiverse should be something big and important but I've been staring at the screen for a while now so I'm just gonna stick to the basics.

Hi. I'm Dave.

I got here a few days ago. I was assigned to what I'm gonna call the nerd unit in the Perimeter Guard, which means I should be developing stuff to make the rest of the Guard's life easier. I've been reading a lot and kept an eye on the network but-- you know, at the end of the day, it's easier to go to the sources and just ask people what they need based on their experience, so...

Yeah. What do you need? What kind of problems have you encountered on the other side of the wall? What weak spots should we be working on to improve? Do people go out there a lot? I mean more like, REALLY deep in the jungle. (Or forest, or valley, or whatever it is. Probably defies definition.)

Because not gonna lie, guys, I though I would see a bunch of drones on the wall. How come we don't have an army of drones already?


[Maybe if you explain the term first, Dave...]
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[ Jason was face down, asleep in bed, dressed only in a pair of boxers. A pile of tissues nearby, and the gun resting on the bedside table beside a mostly empty bottle of NyQuil. A shot had been taken just after the text conversation with Damian assured that he was dead to the world. He had assumed he was safe, that Damian wouldn’t really bother… boy was he wrong.]

[Wrong? He wasn't just wrong. He was out right stupid to think that he could issue a challenge to Damian and the teen would just let it got. Please, Damian didn’t know how to let things go. It didn't take Damian long to find Todd, but he waited until the cover of night and returned to the communal living, finding the might Red Hood passed out and drooling into his pillow.

The evidence of used tissues liter in the floor made it clear the man was ill. This was going to be too easy, Damian might’ve felt bad if care, but a point needs to be made. You don’t threaten his pets, call him pipsqueak or challenge Damian Wayne! He moves to the trunk by Todd's bed and find his uniform and some gear. Smirking, Damian takes out the grapple and ties the rope around Todd’s ankles.

He finds the man's network device, because well, why not give Todd a recording of his defeat? Once his trap was set, Damian moves to the head of Todd’s bed, removes the gun on the nightstand and taps Todd’s red nose to wake him.]


...Found you.

[He drawls before firing the grapple towards the ceiling.]


[ The grapple was strong for sure, all bat-gear was and it had to be strong enough to let him move from building to building… so it yanked him hard and fast out of bed for the ceiling the way Damian intended. His eyes had started to slowly open at the tap on his nose before his world flipped.

Oh shit. He was not in any shape for this. It was by some higher power that he didn’t puke all over the place with the first spin. He looked green for a moment before the rage overpowered the logic. And he screamed as mad as he could. His hands flailing trying to get Damian but instead he found one of his knives in the bed and started swiping for the younger boy.]


Fucking! Little son of a bitch! Get over here!

[ He yelled as he tried to pull his legs free, but damn Damian’s knots. He couldn’t try to stab him and cut himself free at the same time.]

That it! Your dead again!


[Damian just takes a step back when Todd starts flinging a knife at him. What is it that Damian has on the nightstand? Why it's Todd network device and he is recording your misery as we speak.

After all, you said you didn't like pictures, nothing about video.]


I warned you that round two was coming, Todd. [Damian ducks another knife swing and points at Todd dramatically.] Did you really think I wouldn’t take up your challenge? Like I'd ever turn down an excuse to rain ruin on you Todd. [He says, because you really just asked for this.]


[ Jason growled still swiping the knife Damian’s way, but misery was his true love it seemed, and a violent set of sneezes came in fast repetition. Which was life in general just laughing at him. He tried to swipe at Damian again once he got the sneezes stopped. Dizzy, half drugged and sick as hell. This was not his day… and the damn camera.]

Turn that shit off! I swear to god I’m going to bring the pain when I get down! [ He yelled at Damian.] Shut it off!