A Maladjusted Jester

In the midst of this generic hole up- has anyone considered how long this will last?

On that note, is anyone trapped somewhere without food that fears they won't have access to any? I mean non-fighters and the sort who shouldn't be out foraging. People trapped without much.

Make yourself known, aid will be coordinated.

[Break's PCD has been dark for a long, long time.

Today, though, that darkness comes to an end. There's a muffled sound, a clatter, a crash, and then a burst of static. A long scraaaaaaape like furniture being moved. Then a hand reaches down and wraps around it, and someone (Break) crows in delight. The PCD is lifted. He looks into the camera, torn between beaming and grimacing.]

Yuca, has this honestly been behind the stove for two months?

[The next burst of sound in the microphone is him blowing at it, to get the dust off.]



[ooc: hiatus half-over! I missed you guys <3.]

Well, Emily, it's spring. You know what they say about spring, don't you?

The birds and the bees are buzzing in the trees?

[The doll answers in her falsetto. Break clicks his tongue.]

Don't be inappropriate. It's a little early for birds and bees to be doing anything just yet- I was going to say it comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb.

Why are birds and bees inappropriate, but lions and lambs are all right?

Eh?

Lions are much more dangerous than bees, for one thing.

Of course they are, Emily. But don't shriek so, Yuca is sleeping and you'll wake him.

Well-

[The screen flickers to life, and Break is revealed, sitting in front of it with a fire going behind him.]

The cannibalism question got me in trouble... and I can't say this one is any more pleasant, but maybe it's a little less fraught with nasty implications.

[There's a certain wryness to his smile.]

Someone asked me what I thought the worst magical thing that had happened here was. It got me thinking, so I thought I'd turn the question on to all of you. You needn't share your reasoning, of course, but if you'd like to I'm sure it'll be an interesting conversation.

Bear in mind, dear friends, that you might be tempting fate. You answer at your own risk.

I have an idea! Let's have a hypothetical discussion on the merits of cannibalism.

Not that anyone's in that dire a straight yet, I hope, but it's something to do, isn't it? One may as well pass the time.

There were a few people I was supposed to get in touch with. And a few people I haven't been in touch with for too long!

[Break's little doll waves at the camera.]

For the rest of you, I have advice to ask. It's probably for those of you that have been here a little longer than I have. What advice do you give new arrivals? In terms of advice for finding shelter, and getting food and clean water. When I arrived it was the clinic, but there must be other communal places. Buildings that remain reliably steady over time.

[The PCD jostles to life as Break runs, blade in hand, turkeys in pursuit. It's all a bit of a blurr. The blood is hard to miss; it's bright red, it isn't clear whether or not it belongs to Break. He leaps, lands with a jostle that sends a burst of audio static, and starts to climb for all he's worth.

Once he makes it up the front of the building, using a quick combination of the rain pipe, a shop sign and a few windowsills, he seems to breathe a bit easier. He looks at the PCD and outright frowns, because of course it's turned on. And just when he was being particularly violent, too.

Damage control time. He smiles at the feed and asks, in an exagerated whisper that doesn't quite take away from the blood splatter across his face;]

Does anyone know if turkeys can fly?

Well, that was fascinating. Are there any other strange holidays you people celebrate on the horizon that I should know about?

Not that the costumes and candies weren't charming, but I think a little bit of warning would be best if anything else is suddenly going to descend. I'm sure you can appreciate my position!

[A second, similar voice adds, squeakily]

You mean besides the usual events descending all the time, idiot!

Yes, thank you for clarifying that, Emily. Holidays.

[The video is triggered by Break lurching forwards. The PCD falls, and catches a rather nice view of Break poking his cane at one of the gnomes sulkily, while it herds him back into his room. He goes out of view as the communicator bounces.

Break, and reaches over to pick up the device, back on screen and staring levelly at the camera before he realizes it's recording, and puts on his brightest smile.]

It's like having particularly nosy, abominable, short little parents, isn't it?

[ooc: roommates are Ichigo and Madara.]