Apr. 19th, 2013

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[Those of you who have spoken to Dr. Strange via the network before are probably familiar with the sight of his cluttered kitchen, and vintage looking table cloth with that one old antique blue china tea cup sitting precariously on it, shoved between this, that, and the other. Well, uhh, the table cloth is presumably still around, but it's been covered, hidden really, by everything that you would possibly think to find in an old wizard's house and probably more. There's even a crystal ball and a chalice that looks remarkably like a recreation of the Holy Grail from the last Indiana Jones movie that actually counts for something.

Stephen is perched, nonchalantly leaning up the kitchen counter with his hands in his pants pockets. His dark green turtleneck has what looks like a giant dust smudge mucking up the front of it, and there might be one on his left cheek to match. Overall, he looks tired more than anything else. The communicator is, apparently, floating around him.]


I'm afraid I've always been something of a hoarder. A very wise man once suggested that I look for permanence in things rather than people and that until I divest myself of my more materialistic impulses, my relationships would continue to suffer. I don't know about that. I think I've done pretty well. Here, anyway.

[He's far more of a hermit back home, but hey, who's really going to correct him.]

Nevertheless, there are things I find I truly don't need. Things that I, quite frankly, had forgotten were even in my possession.

[He crosses the kitchen and the comm follows, watching him reach into what would usually be a dish-cupbard and dig out a box that really doesn't look like it should fit in there. On it are the words "Weasley's Don't Touch!!!" in scrawling, hand-written permanent marker.]

Some of you might remember Misters Weasley the Former and Weasley the Identical. They-- [He catches himself and just narrowly avoids looking sad. Instead, when Stephen looks back at the camera, his grey eyes are more detached than ever. They're an odd compliment to his mild, but not-unpleasant expression.] When they left, they left a great deal of their belongings in my care. I'd hoped, foolishly, that they might return and that I could give them back. Well, I think it's safe to say now that such will not be happening.

[He sets the box down on the counter and removes what looks to be a board game. If there are tribal drums playing in the background, Stephen certainly doesn't seem to notice.]

Even if they did return, I can't imagine why they'd need six copies of a game, and I don't think I'd get very much for them at a yardsale. So, network, help me do a bit of spring cleaning, and take one. Perhaps it will provide a pleasant distraction from the political dramas of late.

[The comm moves in to show the logo of the game clearly, just before Stephen's hand covers it and the video goes blank.]

((ooc: This is related to the Jumanji plot that will be going down next week! If you have any questions, or want to sign up to get one of the games, hit up that post. Stephen will only actually be giving copies out to characters who are having game nights for the plot. Thanks!))

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Apr. 19th, 2013 01:48 pm
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In your opinion, what does it take to make something scary? Or for it to stop being so?

I used to be called scary all the time. Terrifying. There was a point when it was even meant as a compliment when people told me that they couldn't sleep because of me.


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[ The video feed clicks on, and a smiling Joey is sitting on the floor of his MAC apartment. He gives a small wave, before he really starts signing. He's not going slow for the benefit of anyone just learning. It's all fingers and hands flying all over the place and strong, nearly exaggerated facial expressions. ]

I almost feel like I should apologize for doing this in ASL, but I don't mean for it to be rude. I just wanted to actually talk for a change. It's always nice to communicate in such a free form, where everything is flowing and beautiful.

This City has taken some adjustment. When I got here, I thought it was going to be simple. I remember thinking that it's New York, how different could it be?

[ Small pause. He shakes his head and lets out a little huff of air, gives a half smile that grows back into a real one.]

OK, so I was being naive about it. I took a few weeks to explore the City and find places that should be here. Nice to see that the Met, MOMA, and NYSD are all in the same location. The NYSD, especially. I got a job there last week, so I can finally stop trying to feed myself on the stipend.

Which brings me to why I'm posting this. I got my first paycheck today, and I'd like to do something different. I've had weeks of parks and open-air fairs. What's a good restaurant, the latest club, the best show? And does anyone want to go? I promise I don't bite, and I write fast.

So, if you've followed me this far, what's your favorite work of art? Contemporary City artists would be awesome, too.

[ There is a text file attached that has a translation neatly typed in the proper spoken grammar that is written in this post (ASL has wildly different grammatical structure). The only thing missing is his last question about art. Yes, he's deliberately hunting out anyone who reads sign. ]

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