WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

[The comm switches on and, at first, Ziggy is quiet. He holds Pink's cat, Fido, in his lap and scratches behind the animal's ears. His expression is solemn and he lacks his usual smile and make-up.]

...Those who need to probably already know that...Floyd Pinkerton...Pink...has been taken into police custody.
I made the call that led to the arrest. I know it was the right thing to do, but... I'm still sorry for everything it means. I'm sorry for those who have been hurt. Sorry for those who are still hurting. Sorry I didn't catch on sooner... that I didn't stop him from making these mistakes.

[He sighs, lowering his face to press against the less than amused cat before straightening up again.]

I'll be seeing after his pet and, I suppose, his belongings as well until he can return home or chooses someone else to tend to his affairs.
...
That's all, I think.... I just thought I ought to say something...

[The video clicks on and shows Ziggy, looking a lot better than he did in his wounded panic on Saturday. He doesn't look at all pleased, though, and possibly somewhere between nervous and frustrated. He still hasn't returned to wearing his contact lenses, leaving his slit pupils exposed. The background isn't his apartment at the MAC. It seems to be a hotel room.]

I couldn't be at the town meeting, and I'm rather glad for that with all I've heard happened there. It seems that you found one of the skrulls among us and, by imprisoning him, you've smoked out another. Maybe not as it was intended.

I would like to talk to the skrull in quarantine. I've seen that he has access to this network, still.
If you're reading this, I'd like to talk to you. I want to understand who you are and why you're here, in your own words. I understand if you can't or won't answer, but I couldn't go without trying to make contact.
I'll try to come to you, if it's necessary, but I've been wounded already and I'm honestly hesitant to be out in the city right now, with their paranoia as it is. One of your kind came to see me --though I didn't know her for what she is until now-- and did me no harm. Meanwhile, in their fear and anger, what I believe to be a human kidnapped and tortured me.
Since then she's resorted to violence, herself. I want to know what's going on from both sides before this gets even worse.

[The video flicks on and Ziggy looks well done up and dressed up to go out, but looks quite tired. The room is dim, which is normal, lit largely with strings of white fairy lights tinted by the thin silk scarves that decorate the ceiling and walls.]

I've been more than a little put out by the news over the network lately. What's happening and how people are reacting... The atrocity exhibition of putting the body on display like some medieval criminal hanging in a public square. ... I understand that people need to be prepared --trust me, I do-- but...

[He sighs, running his hands through his hair and clicks the feed off. It starts again and it's a few minutes later. A different angle and his make-up has been touched up, perhaps? Hard to say.]

Enough of that. there are enough people going on about potential threats, hmm? Let's have a more positive subject.

I'm very excited for the concert coming up on the 12th. I'm going to be performing and I hope a lot of you will be coming out for this. It will be the first time I get to put on a real show with complete freedom over the songs and costuming since arriving here. I'm going to do the best I can with the time and resources I have. Should be interesting, to say the least.

To make sure it's the best show it can be, I'm looking for musicians. Energetic, talented performers to back my set. Guitar, bass, drums, and backing vocals all welcome. It would be helpful to already be familiar with my work. Or...well... Bowie's, I suppose? Though I'll be making some changes.

I would also like to start commissioning custom clothing again. Before looking elsewhere, I'd like to know if there are any designers among my fellow imPorts? I don't have a great deal of money to spend just yet, but I am very loyal to a good designer and tailor once I find one. I'll be both model and walking advertisement as well as paying what I can. Let me know if you think you can handle something of an..eclectic and eccentric style.

( [He puts up pictures of several previous costumes] )

[Terrible, wobbly video. Music and conversation. A bar? The screen steadies slightly, focusing on a grinning couple of rock stars, who both look like they've already had a few.]

Payday!

Yessss! Mm. Help us make the most of it?

[Ziggy, in his pure white, well fitted suit and white silk tie leans heavily on Pink’s shoulder and holds up his martini glass in a toast towards the camera, giggling all the while. Pink isn't nearly as well-dressed, just slacks and a nice black shirt and a glass of whisky, but he's just about as drunk, an arm slung over Ziggy's back in a friendly effort to keep the other bloke steady.]

We'll even buy the first round. It's a celebration.

Don’t make us celebrate alone, darlings. This deserves a real party.



((Joint post between Pink --backatthehotel-- and Ziggy --screwedupeyes))

[After settling into his new living quarters best he can over the last day or so, Ziggy flips on the camera to the network to give it a test. He smiles for the camera and gives it a bit of a wave. He did his makeup just for this.]

Hello? Good. Things seem to be working. Didn't have anything quite like this before... Mind you, it was 1972. Nothing much like this to be had.

[He laughs a bit nervously and lights up a cigarette.]

I'm new here...though, you'd likely sussed that out already... and still at something of a loss. Everything's so different an' I'm not quite sure where to start. I've...also been feeling a bit off since arriving.
Grateful as I am to have a place to stay, it's also...a far cry from what I'm used to. The loss of my bank account and wardrobe are also a bit of a hard hit...

[He takes a deep drag and shakes his head.]

Sorry. I've gone off rambling. That won't do.
Let's start at a proper beginning, shall we, darlings? I'm Ziggy. Pleasure to meet you all.