[Hey there, network! Have a Stephen Stills on your screens. He is currently seated in his desk chair, watching the new parade of fashions all over the network. He is dressed exactly the same as always.]

Yeah. No way.

[ooc: I could not help but take advantage of the fact that Mark Webber also dressed like a homeless hipster IRL.]

[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 ( Read more... )

Hey guys. So I'm not dead, for those of you who were wondering. I do look like shit, though, so be warned. I'm still at the hospital. They put me on an iv drip, but they said I'm going to be fine. They're letting me go home tonight ( Read more... )

[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:


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Um, I have a feeling I'm going to regret this in the morning, but there's something I needed to tell everyone.

( Cut for glitter and fabulousness )

[Filtered to Hanna]

Hey, dude. Have you called Ramona yet?

So, apparently it's my birthday this weekend. I guess I kinda lost track.

Anybody want to do something?

[ooc: And Marion just realised that her pup is having his b-day when she will be stuck in no-internet-cottage-land. Anyone up for ridiculously forward-dating something? :-D]

Hey, guys. Back to normal again, it seems like.

[Filtered to Ramona]

Can you call me today? I have a favour to ask.

[Filtered to Young Neil]

Are you doing anything tonight, man? I kinda thought... we could eat dinner maybe?

[The video opens as Stephen's device is resting on his bedside table. There is an unfamiliar woman in a baggy t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms crashing around the room, muttering to herself. Se leaves the shot for several minutes, and returns wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a plaid shirt. She stops in front of a mirror and peers at the reflection ( Read more... )

[The device clicks on to a dark room. A bed is positioned in the centre, where two figures sleep. After a few moments, the peace is interrupted by a high-pitch wail. Many may recognise it as the familiar cry of oh-god-I-am-a-baby-and-I-just-woke-up-alone-what-is-this? The figure nearest the camera rolls over, and is unmistakably the bleary-eyed ( Read more... )