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[Fell looks into the camera (he's obviously holding the phone) and takes a sip from the red in his bulbous wine glass.]

Well, this has been the first and absolutely last day of business for the Crowley Cousin Mover Company.

[He turns the camera around and you get a view of his studio apartment, in all its jewel-toned, eclectic vintage charm. If you've been to his flat, or had enough footage from a past video, you'll see he's acquired a new (to him, it's vintage of course), wooden desk. With the plethora of drawers, it looks exceedingly heavy, but it's been placed expertly into his crowded living space.

The Crowley Cousins in question, Alec and Anthony, are both obviously nursing sore muscles. Alec is laying on Aziraphale's vintage leather sofa. Anthony has an ice pack on his foot.]

Oh, I haven't broken you, have I? It's just a desk. Those strapping young men I hired made it look positively easy.

serpentinthegarden

[ You stay where you are. We're coming to collect you.

Those two statements from his most recent dream echoed in his mind throughout the day, making him nervous enough to startle when ever his office door had opened or one of the many NYBG gardeners had stepped out of the bushes to ask him a question. It was absolutely ridiculous! His finger drummed on his desk as he settled on a wild contingency plan... The only problem with it was he needed some help to pull it off. ]

Hey, anyone out there want to make a few bucks under the table?

scotch_egg

[he is on a date. At a restaurant maybe, in a store, walking into or out of a theatre. It is an awkward date from any way you look at it. Either the person is loud, or awkward, or touchy-feely and Alec looks like a mad rabbit ready to bolt at any moment. Whatever moment the camera catches is bound to cause second hand embarrassment.

At some point though during the evening, Alec will find a way to squirrel away from his...other to hiss into the camera:]

Help me.

[though he meant to send it to Anthony, well, that's not how it turns out]

serpentinthegarden

[ Strange dreams from the night before plagued his mind but he settled down to try and carry on with his chosen mission in spite of them. ]

Are you a man or a woman interested in finding a man or a woman?

[ Anthony read the question carefully before typing in an answer and speaking it aloud although he was sitting alone. ]

Sure.

[ He wasn't entirely certain what Alec's preferences were so Anthony hedged his bets and picked both. All the better to give his antisocial cousin as many choices as possible. The profile pages were filled out with Alec's information, the usual age, sex and location goodies along with the likes and dislikes... which were heavier on the dislikes than the likes. And it was rounded out with a handsomely smiling selfie of Anthony himself. They did practically look like twins! So what if the smile was a lie and unlikely to actually be seen on Alec's face. The potential new couple could work that out when they finally met.

Anthony sat in the gloom of his bedroom typing up as many online dating profiles on his laptop as there were online dating websites. Not for him of course, he had some one. It was Alec's own fault for making it sound like he was out there looking for some one to love and going about it in entirely the wrong ways. He just needed a little help, a friendly nudge to get the ball rolling and then the rest was entirely up to him only some of these questions were so outlandish and wild that they needed to be shared with the 'Different' crowd! ]

How do you prefer to be kissed, slow and tender or hard and passionately?

[ He frowned and gestured at his cell phone. ]

How would you even answer anything like that?? We're meeting for the first time not arranging a sleepover! Its a bit much for a profile question isn't it? Only thing worse would be asking how much you are making or... diving right into the do you want kids question.

[ His room was dark with the shades pulled tightly closed and yet he still wore his sunglasses as if he needed them to shield him from the glow of the computer. After a while he grumbled and rubbed at his eyes, while still keeping them very carefully shielded from the camera. ]

Sod it. I'll think of something to write in.

[ Anthony paused and frowned again at the screen.]

And now someone's asking if I'll watch their cat this weekend??

[ Each words was typed angrily. ]

Hire. A. Sitter.
At least a few of these don't look like lost causes. What do you lot think, is the online dating market always this bad? Maybe there is a better site out there?

scotch_egg

What is it with this bloody place? Every time I step away the whole universe goes to shit. A robot war? Really? Really?

And your Bureau has little enough to say about it except an apology. Like that does a damn thing.

There has to be a way to prepare for this, or somewhere to go when the shit hits the fan. There has to be some organization or some sense of a reality check. I don't know. I can barely wrap my head around it.

Bloody robots...

Other than the two persons that died that certain administrations are so sorry for. [there is enough sarcasm there to drown small animals] How is everyone?

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scotch_egg

[somewhat accidental, an upshot as he's holding the device loose in his hand. He is staring at the "toll booth" in front of the portal. Suitcase beside him as if he'd only just arrived. Looking a little healthier saved for the usual hollow eyed look of someone who believes sleep is a four letter word.]

Fuck me.

Fuck me. Fuck me.

[he hasn't gone through it yet, but then he can't seem to move from the spot. He sucks in a shaky breath and runs a hand through his hair]

Bloody hell.

scotch_egg

[he is obviously not there. Wherever he is there is a cozy flat and the sight of a city that is not New York outside of the window. That might be hard to tell as it's bucketing rain. But nevermind that]

Are there really [he makes an expression like he's eating a whole basketful of lemons] portals now? Or has everyone finally lost their bloody minds?

Did you drink the water? Eat a funny mushroom? Tell me that I didn't miss out on some mass hallucination, because if so, I would have postponed the trip.

smilingarmor

[Is that a new username you see on the network? By golly it is!]

Well, this is quite an interesting situation we've found ourselves in, isn't it?

I'm still not certain quite what to make of this whole business, but I thought I should introduce myself. My name is Emberto Alegre, and as I recently discovered, I'm now one of the 'Different'. Or perhaps I always was; the 'Martin' fellow who spoke to me about it wasn't exactly clear on that point

...On a side note, 'Different' is a very dull sounding name for a group connected by such fantastical circumstances, don't you think? One would think that a group whose job it is to deal with such things would be able to come up with something better than that. But then I suppose government agencies aren't exactly known for their creativity.

In any case, I look forward to getting to know you all. Beyond that, I suppose we'll just have to see where this unusual ride takes us.

scotch_egg

If anyone has powers [he says this very carefully with no particular intonation] I want to see them in person. Use them near me. On me. I don't care.

Also I've got this for recording. [he waves a digital recorder that looks fairly high quality for Walmart] If someone could help me figure it out it would be great.

If we want to get to the bottom of this we need as much evidence as we can. As many records. Details. So on.

If we're serious about finding out what's happening, let's get organized.

traceofeffort

So I know everyone's excited about the whole beach trip thing, finals being over, not being dead after a visit from You-Know-Who, but I get to be a special snowflake again. Bitterblue, I know I said I'd bring over the next thing I found, but... I don't think this will fit in a Ziploc bag?

[Lisa reaches out of frame with both arms and picks up... a guitar? No, too few strings. It's a bass, bright red, with a rose design on the neck. She's a little careful with it, in a way she hasn't been with her acoustic guitar before.]

This, more than anything else, I can't have gotten anywhere else. There isn't Roselia merch in this world because Roselia doesn't exist. I am Roselia, as far as our world goes. And this is my instrument. Which still freaks me out a little bit. I... I don't know how to play this. I don't have any connection to it. Even with what little I know, this bass was her everything. But it's just a hunk of wood to me.

[Her gaze sharpens, and her entire expression shifts into something more forward.] I wanna learn, though. It was important to her, and it just feels right to me. I know it's kinda weird, but I'm certain that all of this is happening for a reason. The memories, the Bureau, this. [She motions with the bass as she says that, before slipping the strap over her shoulder, letting her fingers rest on the strings; she reaches out of frame again and comes back with a pick, strumming once and letting the low sound wash over the room, her eyes closed as she seems to feel it running through her.]

That's gonna be a problem for next week's Lisa, though. This week, I've got another song I wanna work on from other-me, and I need to get ready for Elliott's beach trip because I've somehow lived next to the ocean for two years and don't own a swimsuit? That feels like a really dumb mistake on my part and it's one I'm going to go fix... in a day or two, I think. I'm gonna take my guitar with me to the beach, too - nothing says tryhard like a seaside concert, right? This is probably as big a sign as I'm gonna get, so I'm going to put on a little show while we're there if it's not too busy. One night only, but I'm gonna see if I can record it, at least. So... look forward to that, I guess?

[She shakes her head, letting out a breath and slapping her cheeks before smiling wide at the camera.] No, that's not right. Mm! Roselia will be playing a special beach live show this weekend! Look forward to it!

[action, Tuesday-Thursday evening]
[As promised, Lisa is going full mall rat this week, looking for a swimsuit... and assorted other warm-ish weather travel clothes... and now guitar and bass strings. The latter were easy enough to find, but clothing is taking a bit longer for some reason, and Lisa finds herself spending more time than she'd expected looking through racks for just the right thing. She doesn't understand why, but she feels like she'll regret looking anything less than her best, and so she's stressing more than usual over the swimwear department. Hmm, a two-piece, probably, but light colors? Something frilly? Does she have anything else she can even wear over this stuff? Ugh, this trip's going to get expensive. And long.

She can be found outside the coffee shop in the food court at least once per night, taking a break from her own head, small shopping bags on the table next to her but nothing significant. Here she's collapsed into a chair, free arm lolling to one side and head bent at an angle behind the back of the chair. This, incidentally, means she has a good chance to spot anyone walking up behind her.]

bearshermark

Okay but what if beach party

edit: like at sundown, bonfire style
edit 2: rockaway beach
edit 3: may 31st? weather permitting

serpentinthegarden

[ Anthony looked frazzled as he cast a careful glance over his shoulder before slipping back under what appeared to be a blanket fort so he could stare at his phone. ]

Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!

[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]

Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...

[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]

What is this?

[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]

Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!

[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]

Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!

[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]

Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.

[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]

Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.

scotch_egg

[when he appears he looks more like an unmade bed than usual. His eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot. There's an obvious hotel room behind him and more than one empty bottle of something someone with a heart condition really shouldn't be drinking-- and it shows]

Congratulations,

You win. You've got it all. Magic, reincarnation, astral fucking projection for all I know. You don't really belong in this normal world, you're not just another bloody sheep, you're something better. Something more.

Good for you and I hope it doesn't blow up in your bloody face.

'Bye.

[and he hangs up. Or at least covers the phone with his hand which is the same thing]

bearshermark

[It's an unusually frazzled Elliott that greets the feed. Maybe extra unusual as his normal medium of choice is text]

S-so uh! Something happened.

[There's some unpleasant rattling around noises and weird close-ups as he sets the phone down, rambling as he does so] And I need everyone to see so I'm sure it's not just a hallucination or something? I just had a memory while I was dozing off during my commute home and I just thought I'd try it you know, because it'd be cool, but then-

[Elliott retreats to a distance that he thinks is good for a video and holds up a hand, thumb and middle finger pressed together. He breathes, then follows the motion through with a snap. A flame bursts to life on the tip of his forefinger, hovering like a fireball in miniature. It follows the motion of his hand as it shakes.

Anyone not focused on the flame might see that he looks dangerously close to tears]

I uh- I think.. I think magic might actually be real? Maybe? If this is actually happening?

traceofeffort

[The Lisa on the screen tonight is significantly brighter than she's been in what may feel like weeks to anyone that's seen her relatively recently; it's like she's had a new breath of life, excited, energy bubbling just below the surface, words coming fast like she can barely keep herself from just blurting everything out. That new breath of life also extends to what she's wearing: what can only be described as a Gothic outfit with a red ribbon, lace everywhere, a crazy flower headpiece... it's almost beyond description, but she looks over the moon, standing in the middle of her room like she's about to go on stage.]

Guys. Guys, this is amazing. Okay, so first, business - nobody ever got in my room. I got the cameras up before - thanks, Anakin, I owe you, seriously - and they caught when this showed up. There was literally nothing. Not a shiver of movement, no hitch in the camera, nothing missing. Just... empty space one moment, and then this neatly folded on my bed the next. So I guess I freaked out over nothing before. Uh... sorry. I know I worried a lot of people. But hey, now we know, right?

Anyway! So this is a band costume. [She spins on the spot, slowly; the largely transparent ribbon low on her back was hard to see from the front, but draws attention now that she's in motion and at an angle.] Whatever I said about the music I'm getting memories of, I'm just gonna call it Goth now, because there's no other way to describe this thing. It matches the ones my bandmates wore, just with different ribbons. [She gently fingers one end of the ribbon over her chest, smiling fondly.] I'm pretty sure I was the red one. I'll have to see if I can find a penlight. But somehow it was already fit for me, almost? I barely had to have anything done to it to slip into it. [A few experimental motions of her arms: in front of her, over her head, briefly reaching out of frame and coming back with her acoustic guitar.] So she can't have been that much younger than me when she wore this last. And that gives me some hope. Maybe I'm not too old or too much of a screw up for this either. And maybe I can do this. Whether I feel like it or not... this costume is proof that somewhere, somewhen, Lisa Imai can make it. It might be as the bassist for a high school band; it might be as a solo country act. It might be something I don't understand yet.

But that's okay. I'll figure it out. I understand some of why I was hesitating; the other me's seen some things. I need to grow some more, but it'll be all right. I'll be all right. [Lisa giggles softly.] And I'll try not to get too smug about being a functional human being instead of a ball of stress.

Oh, and before I forget, I've seen the actual sheet music for LOUDER now, so I should be ready there soon, one way or another. Sorry it's taken me a while to get myself in gear there, but I think... maybe I needed to have this realization first. So that's coming! I'd say to look forward to it to the people I've been keeping in the loop while I work on it, but if I keep saying that everyone will expect the second coming of Santana or something, and new confidence or not I'm just not that good. So. Soon!

That's all, for real this time. Thanks for listening to me ramble. [She waves at the camera with a gentle smile before the feed cuts out.]

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