[ In the background the sound of the Blue Light...which means whatever music is filtering through the device and some grumbling that sounds suspiciously like Amora Amory Felix...one may make out the words such as 'Thanks' , 'Turkey', 'Indians', 'A Lot', and 'Stupid'...also 'Fat'..also, also 'SMALLPOX BLANKETS'...yes, you heard.

Then follows the clink of glasses being swept together follows and then more grumbling, and a reiteration of 'Turkey' until there is a distinctive pause, so long you might think the device has turned off.

But wait.

...]

Well I don't even like turkey.


[ ...and further bar background noise before it cuts out. ]

[ Vague annoyance trumps his most recent melancholy (the result of being a complete idiot/jerk/that which should never be less than himself during pumpkin patch day) and that is clear in his tone. Speaking seems come through in a manner that suggests that of a person walking down a very busy (too busy) street, people stepping on each other's toes every other second (not always on accident) and talking over each other.

Also not a struggle but certainly, perhaps, whatever you think the sound of shaking off hands that seem to want to make home on his sleeves, the edges of his jacket, and so on...

Personal space, the fourth wall knows not. Mrmmm.

Anyway...]

For what probably won't be the last time, you've got the wrong person.

I'm taller than he is.

I do know who you're talking about, and he's probably---never mind.

[ He refrains from saying 'you can probably find him at the hospital' because he does know how to be grateful to someone who patched up a noble contradiction recently...and he figures gaggles of nonsensical females are the last thing the hospital needs to deal with anyway...

...some more shuffling, pushing, pausing, fff....the implication of a question in the background, or just more voices blending until...]

What was that?

[ in response, a borderline shrill intonation that sounds a lot like the name Jesse Spencer in between the other cacophony ]

I've never heard that name before in my life. My name is Peter.

Not that---

[ inexplicably angry people in the background, more shrillness, giggles, an annoyed sigh... ]

[under his breath ] Don't these people have anything better to be doing?

Please [ that please sounds as if it pains him physically...it might] let go of my sleeve. I'm sort of in the middle of something.

[ pause, pause ]

Fine, one question, then you'll...desist? Go on then.

[ general background noise and the impression of closer people to the device discussing possibly what question to ask as if it is of the utmost importance ]

I'm trying to be polite---

[ Amidst laughter or worse, giggles, and such, there is the rise and fall tone of a question followed by Peter laughing in that way that one can tell he thinks it is a joke...but it trails off as he realizes they're quite serious about this question...

Cue clearing of throat and a slightly awkward moment. ]

...

No. I don't have a girlfriend. On that note...

[ some jostling as he forgoes any semblance of politeness and makes his escape...then the sounds of crowds rearrange themselves as they are wont to do when everyone is trying to get somewhere and nobody is actually achieving it...before a click back into the no-record position.]

--------------

( OOC sob sob sob...sob. )

Warnings are all over the network, both about the murders and the month of October in general. I'll cast my voice in with the rest on that. It doesn't hurt to be careful.

[ pause ]

That said, there is something less serious I wanted to speak to. When the mountain graced us with its presence, it brought a house of sorts with it, one that Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian, Reepicheep and I have been doing what we can to fix up. It turns out, perhaps unsurprisingly once you see it, to be a bigger job than the five of us can handle, even with Ginny's help. Thank you again, by the way.

So for those who've an interest in what I have been told is coined as home improvement, it would be appreciated. Pay can be negotiated, depending on what job you want to help out with---or jobs.

[ pause, really this is the most he's spoken like, ever on this thing ]

[filtered away from Susan Pevensie]

Also, it is Susan's birthday soon, the fourteenth of October to be precise.

[add-on from previous filter // flagged to remaining family, obvious people+mouse]

Thoughts on that? Ideas?

[ooc; if disappearance occurs, tag pick-ups will happen, but it probably WILL occur, as school? I leave for it in six hours >.>]

...

[ some muttering ]

Susan. Edmund. Lucy. Reepicheep.

When you have a moment.

Please.

[ pause ]

And sorry about not checking in until just now-----we didn't have any way of contacting you before.

[ probably some MORE muttering, maybe 'stop that' or 'move over' followed by 'no, YOU move over' and....so on...]

[ the sound of the device being padded over by a cat's paws....which is why it's been turned on just in time to catch this ... ]

And [ POINTED PAUSE ] one more thing...servants or no servants?

[ muted sigh before the device is stepped on again and thus turned off ]




( OOC NOTES )

These things do have their uses.

[ mild clearing of throat or something ]

Anyway, thank you to those who came to the Blue Light last night, and thank you to Blue for letting it be held there. The gifts were appreciated, though you really didn't have to.

[ pause ]

And I'm sorry if the cake seemed a bit worse for the wear--too many candles, possibly.

[ pause ]

Also, a happy birthday to Ginny Weasley.

( OOC NOTES FOREVERRRRR....yes. )

One of those odd days when even the City seems overpopulated.



[ flagged to the household, you know who you are--but also visible to the one missing family member if he shows up 8| yeah ]
Best not to go out alone today, if you do go out.







[ooc: 1) yes, 4th wall if you want, posted despite that tl;dr hiatus note I know lol what is wrong with me scream. 2) tell him nothing of future canon guys...you know how it ends ~_~ 3) annnnd......yeah IDK I think I'm forgetting something here...wait I remember, forward-dated a little to, say, early morning--actual morning, not this crazy 1 am business lmfdskljfds...as usual the ooc note is longer than the post sob....lala...]

A week from today, as previously announced, there will be a Swing Competition held at The Blue Light. Beginning at six, the end time depends on how long people want to dance. Entry is free, and participation encouraged whether closely familiar with the steps or just interested in trying something for the fun of it.

That said, the competition will take up a fractional portion of the night while, in Blue's words, everything else will be dancing and party and good music.

Since he made this known not too long ago, I won't reiterate every detail, but if you have the time and even a bit of interest, it's worth it to stop by.

...that is, on the nineteenth.

[ pause ]

Anyway, if you have further questions, feel free to ask.

[ooc: advertising for Blue because Blue is a friend, one, and also Peter works there so why not...yes....all replies audio even if not marked as such.]

[Unhackable ---> Merlin---> video]

( Confused is as confused does. )

[Public ---> audio]

Call it covering all bases, I suppose.

Has anyone had a change in age in either direction---younger or older? Either case is worth mentioning. It doesn't matter which, since usually if one is happening then it can be assumed that the other is as well... to someone, anyway.

[ pause ]

In the midst of the fuss over the circus, I can see how something almost expected here---like a shift in age---could be overlooked, or at least not broadcast.

From what I've seen I'm aware of how unlikely it is...

And on another note, Lucy, check in again, would you?

I realize you left one here, but it's getting a bit late.


( OOC notes galore... )

The rain isn't that bad, you know, certainly not harmful.

[ pause ]

Susan, Lucy, I was hoping that you would tell Caspian that---

WHAT.

[ pause, and if a pause can be self-satisfied, this one probably is ]

Caspian, don't interrupt. It's rude. Anyway, as I was saying, would one of you tell him that his hair will survive the weather, however thorough the drenching?

He seems to be convinced otherwise and---

[ and the sound of a struggle for the network device probably with some feedback before it cuts off in the middle of said scramble...but we know who always wins, don't we? ]



( OOC; )

For friends and acquaintance of Edmund Pevensie, he left the City recently.

Merlin, when you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you again.

[Filtered from Lucy]

And you too, Lancelot, when you can spare some time to talk.

One last reminder to get your papers in before the exam tomorrow. At the latest you may submit it directly prior to the test. Drop them off in Mr. Dawson's box as per usual any time from now until tomorrow. Those handing their papers in at the time of the exam will be instructed accordingly then.

If you cannot meet this deadline, let me know and we'll talk. That is, of course, something you should have done earlier, but if there is a way for you to pass rather than fail, then it's something worth discussing while discussion is still an option. I'll be here fairly late in order to account for late risers, and space cases.

The exam itself is combination multiple choice, short answer, and essay--as usual, for those taking advanced course. You should be familiar by now. Unlike other tests, the final is not a free-for-all with open book and open note liberties. If you've been paying even remote attention, that should be enough to pass, and if you've done better than that, then you might even get a high mark. That much is entirely in your hands at this point.

Again, speak with me if you have issues--relevant to the class, that is.

( EMAIL || Ruby || Subject: Raising the standard )

( EMAIL || Susan || Subject: chaperons )




( OOC information is tl;dr... )

[ bewildered sound of being...bewildered, looking around and going ....wtf....you know, in his own way ]

Ed?! ...Susan? Lucy?

Where has everything gone? I...

...I don't understand.

Aslan...have I done something wrong? I...

Um...well this is just completely. I must have hit my head or...something.

Where am I?



( ooc )

I don't really have anything against rhyme.
It's not a bad thing in the least,
but as it's irritating to do it all the time
I'll stay silent until this curse has ceased.

[ sound of a certain someone laughing thx a lot bff ]

A lot of help you are, Merlin----friend.
You're just lucky to have avoided this ridiculous trend.

[ooc: he will only reply with icons.....because he really is keeping to that vow of wordless-ness for the rest of the day....sob. ]

Acquaintances of the man who calls himself Caspian would do well to avoid him today. He is not himself.

For that matter, everyone would do well to avoid him, but if you do not know who he is then that's a bit of a useless warning, I suppose.


Merlin, if you have a moment, I'd appreciate it.

[sigh]

Lucy, Susan....you stay away from him as well. He's not safe to be around, friend or otherwise. And keep Eustace out of his way...honestly...