This is just stupid.

[But Break is perched in a window sill, laughing his head off.]

All right. We've been through this before with the angels... we can survive it again.

Is any one trapped on their own? It's time for the non-combatants to get into small groups in fortified homes, with as much food as can be carried.

Respond here and we can try to coordinate safe meeting points, and escorts.

[Following this.]

Whoooooo wants a slumber party?!

[Xerxes Break is combing tangles out of his little doll's hair when the whirr of the PCD alerts him to the fact that it's been turned on. The doll pipes up right away, in her irritating falsetto;]

Ow ow owowowow stop pulling!

I wouldn't have to pull if you hadn't let yourself get this tangled, Miss Emily.

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I'm out of sugar.

You just volunteered to help me scavenge some.

[Yes, you, whoever is listening.]

I'm looking at you in particular, nephew.

As much as I try to resist making posts like this, I'm incredibly bored.

Who wants to do something ill-advised with me?

Game of cards, anyone?

[Deliberate, tense. Nothing like the Break that usually winks and flails at the camera.]

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[Back in his very fine blue coat, and pleased as punch, Break takes a moment to spin his tophat idly before setting it on his head. Nothing like familiarity to make a nasty winter a little nicer.]

My goodness. I feel I should twirl.

[Because really, it's a very fine coat, and he's missed it. He does take a half step, letting it flare.]

I wonder how long this has to last before you all get twitchy?

[He muses, a tiny bit snide. Sun aside, Break hates the winter. He's in a bit of a mood- and lashing out at the PCD feed seems like a perfectly reasonable way to pass the time.]