[Accidental Voice]

I understand this kind of thing is about compromise. But part of compromising is recognizing that some things are too important to fight over.

What I'm saying is-- I won't reconsider on the frozen sperm issue.


[ooc; "marrying" hulkbusted~]

[Community Post]

I think these things are trying to help, but I can't be sure. They're not doing a very good job of it. I wonder if my coffee pot will be fixed after midnight.

If anyone sees any in the Hospital, get rid of them.

[Community Post]

For once, I feel like I ought to say thank you, to whoever comes up with curses.

IMAGE ATTACHED;


I could swear they were more comfortable yesterday, though.

[Community Post]

Time for our seasonal Tourist day, I see.

I almost miss wondering-

Others have already explained the situation for your benefit, so I won't worry about repeating it. Just try to keep out of trouble, and I suppose, try not to worry.


( ooc deets! )

[Community Post]

[VIDEO / ACTION]

[It's a view from the corner of a corner table in a dim saloon, with a shadowed figure sitting mostly in profile. A long, dark braid sitting along the edge of her jacket is the only visible hint of identity. She taps a soft rhythm on the tabletop with one fine-boned hand, not touching her drink.

The scant light is blocked, suddenly, as a stranger wanders over to her table. Miss Cameron doesn't look up.]

Keep walking.

[Apparently the warning tone in her voice is enough to change his mind, and the man walks (grumbling) away.]


[ooc; Miss Cameron, in your bar, throwin' out your rowdy drunks.]

[Community Post]

Curses like this past weekend- No one should have to adjust to the kinds of things--

As always, there's never a real chance to rest between curses. I've always thought, if the City has one positive effect, it's building and reinforcing resilience.

You can never say back to normal, here, but I hope everyone is recovering well.

Maybe the less said about it, the better.

I'm looking for Dr. John Watson. I believe I have something of yours.

[Private to Chase]

Are you free, some evening soon?

[Private to Wilson]

Do you need to-

How are you?


[ooc; not an IC link, but you should read it, courtesy of nothaunted! Sorry it took so long to post ^^;;]

[Community Post]

[OPEN ACTION | ON A LIFEBOAT, AFTER THE SINKING]

[Allison Cameron is sitting in a corner of the boat, packed in between the low wall of it and her sister, the latter's arm draped around her shoulders. She's bare-armed and shivering, her shawl having been handed off to a younger girl down the row.

Now, she's too weary and too cold to think, leaning against Olivia to conserve what little warmth she can. Her fingers are wrapped around a thick envelope, a little warped and water-spotted but not too damaged. From time to time she picks absently at the edge of it without looking.

Mostly, she watches the horizon and waits to see something. Anything.]


[ooc; my understanding is the lifeboats were pretty large so if you want to have a character in this one there's plenty of room? Threadjacking + soforth moooore than welcome! ALSO sorry to post & run but will get tagbacks in the morning!]

[Community Post]

[TEXT MESSAGES - POSTED ACCIDENTALLY]

(06:30) Cameron: changed my mind. come over here and we'll get that drink
(06:58) Cameron: hello?
(07:02) Cameron: i'm not waiting forever



( ooc notes; )

[Community Post]

[VOICE]

I need assistance from someone... capable of locating people within the City.

[A long pause, because she's asking for something wholly unscientific here, and that always makes her uncomfortable.]

I have reason to believe one of my neighbors is trapped somewhere-- not somewhere she can escape on her own. A place more like the desert-- physically separated from the City, but not outside it.

My best guess-- based on her last clear communication-- is this is the result of an attempt to leave the City, involving some sort of injection and an isolation tank.

Though it seemed successful in the video, I've received several messages from her since-- claiming she's stuck, though it's difficult to make out the details, there's some kind of interference.

I don't have much more information, but if you have any way to help-- well, I'll do what I can.


[ooc; link OOC obviously but contains info about what's going on here! \o/ please assume this was posted earlier this afternoon, so Liv can get out before her time runs out ♥]

[Community Post]

With all the confusion last month, I didn't even notice I'd passed the three year mark in the City. I wish I could say experience has given me an edge on getting by through curses and semi-natural disasters, but it's never that easy; most of the advice I could give is just common knowledge here.

I'd say the most important thing is not to put too much trust in patterns. Patterns in curses, in schedules, in what is or isn't possible. Repetition allows for prediction, and adaptation; keeping things inconsistent makes it more difficult for us to get used to it, to take the City in stride. No matter what you believe the purpose of this place to be, that does seem to be one of the few constants: keeping us all unsettled.

I'd also recommend, if you find yourself cursed, putting your device somewhere out of reach to minimize the amount of trouble it can cause... but of course, depending on your circumstances, you don't always have that option.



[ooc; will be butting into your business if she knows you well enough to do so; may deliver generic advice otherwise.]

[Community Post]

[VIDEO | Glass City]

Needless to say, if you woke up this morning and found yourself wanting toilet paper, dryer lint, or lightbulbs for breakfast, it's probably a curse. Given the usual situation in the City, that's a much likelier explanation than a widespread outbreak of Pica.

[Cameron is sitting at a desk, looking a bit on edge, but speaking calmly.]

Unfortunately, there aren't many options for treating a curse, and-- with half or more of our staff in the desert, here, and the hospital there out of commission-- the resources we have for counsel and restraint are limited. So think of this as a public service announcement.

Just because the curse makes you want something, doesn't mean it can't make you sick. Aside from the potential for accidental poisoning or bacterial infection, sharp-edged items will damage your mouth, throat, and stomach. Hair, fabric, paper, and other soft materials can cause gastrointestinal obstruction-- cats aren't the only creatures that get hairballs, but removing a trichobezoar usually requires surgery.

[The sharp-eyed may notice there's a piece of paper with a raggedly torn edge in front of her, but Cameron's not looking at it.]

If you can't control your cravings, get someone to help you. If you can't, we'll try to find you assistance.

It's not clear yet whether the curse affects the digestive tract as well as the appetite. If you've eaten something you shouldn't have-- something poisonous, sharp, or indigestible and too large to pass-- come by the hospital. By tomorrow-- assuming the curse doesn't persist-- we should have an idea of whether you'll require further treatment, and it's always better to be safe than sorry.

[She switches off the device, but for one reason or another the audio lingers a second longer-- just long enough to capture a quiet tearing sound.]


[ooc; assuming some NPCs are affected by the curse, but if anyone would like to say they saw Cam today / action thread a hospital visit here, feel free~ There are of course no curses on the Sand side, but she doesn't know that. Also backdated to earlier today ><]

[Community Post]

[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

( Cut for large image )

[Hair wild and legs bare, Cameron's sitting on the floor in the midst of a huge sprawl of bits and pieces of beautiful things, focused and indecisive. One by one she opens little jars of color; considering, deciding against, trying another. A few pairs of shoes-- nicer than the nice ones she habitually wears, not work shoes by any stretch-- are tossed haphazardly around her.

Cameron sets a tube of lipstick down beside the device, and notices the light. She just looks amused, picking it up. The picture wavers as it becomes a closeup. She's wearing the slightest of smirks, her eyes already darkly lined and shaded-- more makeup, it's safe to say, than she usually wears in a week.]

I can't decide what to wear.

[And with that, click; no more show for you, City. For now.]

[Community Post]

As far as I can remember, three days makes this a new record.

If it's not over by midnight, I think we may be looking at something new for the City.

For the sake of everyone visiting, I hope I'm wrong about that.


( ooc stuff )

[Community Post]

Stay in public places if you can. Well-lit, somewhere you aren't alone. As silly as it may seem, trust your instincts. If something seems suspicious, don't second-guess that.

I can't remember-- maybe it's better not to think too hard about that.

It shouldn't last past midnight, if last time's any indication.



[ooc; fgsdfg please pretend this was earlier in the day sobbb]

Title: Going to the...
Author: as_damaged
Rateing: PG! lol it's total fluff
Characters: Gregory House, James Evan Wilson

Author's Notes: I totally got inspired!!! I wrote this last night it hasn't been beta'd but I hope you like it! It's not really a sequel to my other story but i guess it could be, i mean, their love is so true!!!

Reviews plz!!! No flames!!!

---

( It was, an oddly calm corner of James' mind noticed, the first time... )

Past experience would suggest, in spite of the past week's chaos, that it's worth being careful tomorrow. Just because we've had a curse already doesn't mean we won't have another.

Wearing costumes might be asking for trouble. It often is.

These are starting to feel more and more regular. I don't tend to trust the City's patterns; it's a surprise not to be surprised.

As always, I'd appreciate any ideas on how to get out.


[ooc; please no duplicates of existing House cast without the concerned players' consent. ♥ Cameron is forever season 3, she can forget things if she needs to but in general, please just be gentle with spoilers. BACKDATING FRIENDLY because life > me~]

[VIDEO]

Gosh, I've been so busy all day... but of course, hard work pays off!

[So a cheery voice announces from offscreen, as the camera pans slowly over this beautiful spread...]

( Non-IC cut for photos / trigger warning for Jell-o horrors )

[She turns the camera on herself briefly, beaming.]

Not too bad, if I do say so myself.

[ooc; for the sake of lulz, if you want to, feel free to assume your character received one of these as a gift. Jell-o is the gift that keeps on giving. Also, forgive me but tags may be slow / backdated ;_; school > me!]

Two of those weekends in one month. I don't remember that ever happening, for as long as I've been here. Does that kind of chaos better serve the Deities' aims, I wonder? Is it due to sensory adaptation, to the fact that curses don't shock us as much as they used to? One would think bringing new Citizens into captivity would compensate for that, but maybe isn't enough.

Or maybe it's just a clerical error.

Needless to say, I hope it doesn't become a pattern. Though, at least if it did, we'd just get used to it.

[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

[Tilt your head; the camera's on its side, a blurry expanse of countertop framing one edge of a well-kept kitchen. Cameron's, if you'd have reason to recognize it. After a moment the faint hissing in the background becomes a whistle, steam pouring out the spout of a teakettle.

The picture blurs and refocuses as a man comes into the picture, wearing a thankfully far-too long t-shirt over a tight-stretched pair of extremely feminine pajama pants. He-- or really, of course, she, if you hadn't figured-- pours the water into a waiting mug, and stands waiting a moment, palms on the corner of the counter, for the tea to steep.

Finally Cameron adds a half-spoon of sugar, and takes the tea back off camera. You might catch a deep, long-suffering sigh in the background noise.

The image stays on the empty kitchen until the recording times out.]


[ooc; Let's imagine this was earlier in the day. Cameron's affected by Gender-Swap, can't change the icons on this account to reflect it but replies will be coming from as_manly. <3]

[TEXT]

Has anyone ever seen a naturally occurring medical condition present as a result of a curse?

I've seen infections spread by curse-induced vectors, but that's not entirely the same thing.




[ooc; fgfdg please forgive me + pretend this was earlier? Cameron is power-switched with Claire, and at the time of posting she thinks she has CIPA for the day. By the time she replies to comments she maaaay have noticed that's not quite the case :3]

I should have guessed we were just about due for this... visitation? It doesn't seem fair to call it an invasion, since many of you are as unwilling to be here as we are.

It never lasts long, at least.



[ooc; please no duplicates of existing House cast without the concerned players' consent. ♥ Cameron is forever season 3, she can forget things if she needs to but in general, please just be gentle with spoilers. BACKDATING FRIENDLY because life > me~]

Does anyone recognize any of the worlds that have been appearing outside the City? I mean, has anyone seen the City exit into their own world, or been able to find their way home?

For that matter, is there any way to tell if these places are real?

[AUDIO;]

We have to stop meeting like this...

[Cameron's tone is obviously conspiratorial, not serious, and she laughs softly. There's a scrape of static and a hollow thump, the microphone sliding around in a pocket.

Two indistinct voices-- one Cameron's, one deeper, but unidentifiable-- murmur flirtatiously, hushed and muffled. And, after a few moments of this, the recording ends.]

acameronlive

Well, I guess it could be worse.
40 minutes ago from Citydeck

It tells me my message is too long. Is anyone else having this trouble?
about 1 hour ago from Citydeck

I'm not sure if I'm cursed today, or if there's just something wrong with my Network device, because every time I try to type on it it tells
about 1 hour ago from Citydeck

[AUDIO / ACTION TO ANYONE IN THE HOSPITAL]

[Clack. Clack. Clack. Perfectly paced, not rushing but moving purposely, the sound of her heels resounds in a hallway. Cameron is stalking through the hospital, muttering under her breath.]

--don't you go get your own coffee. Honestly what a ridiculous...

[She trails off into inaudibility. For anyone who's lucky enough to be in her path, Cameron is carrying a cup of hot coffee, scowling faintly, a little tension evident around the line of her jaw. Today is not a good day.]




[ooc; cursed to obey most people's orders. especially grumpy patients' >3 Feel free to ask her to do errands, etc; for anything of a serious nature (that you'd need to ask consent for under normal circumstances) please poke me ooc first, via aim or on my plotting comment <3 MAY BE DELAYED til this evening sob /classss]

It's a waste, but curiosity always gets the better of me in the end. Honestly, it's pathetic. I ought to know better.

On the off chance that any of you have tips for how to get out of here, I'd love to hear them.



[ooc; please no duplicates of existing House cast without the concerned players' consent. ♥ Cameron is forever season 3, she can forget things if she needs to but in general, please just be gentle with spoilers. BACKDATING FRIENDLY because life > me~]

[VIDEO;]

[The camera is trained on a table. On the table is a carton of eggs, a pile of newspapers, some plastic cups, some bubble wrap, several rolls of several kinds of tape; scissors, packing peanuts (the biodegradable sort, of course,) a few cans and plastic canisters, cardboard tubes from toilet paper rolls, paper towels, some twine, some fishing line, a few distressingly-shaped surgical implements, clamps, cotton balls, and a number of other assorted items. And a half-full bottle of Elmer's glue, because half-full bottles of Elmer's glue always turn up when you get this kind of junk together. Something inaudible is muttered and the picture sways a little before moving in-- not zooming, because this is not that kind of nice camerawork, but physically moving closer-- to the carton of eggs. After another moment it pulls back and wobbles up, to show Allison Cameron standing with her hands on her hips, looking firm, measured, and totally in control.]

This exercise was designed for the staff of City General, but if anyone else wants to try their hand you're welcome to join us. [She smiles coolly.] We have plenty of supplies.

[She leans over slightly and picks up the box of eggs.]

Your task today is to design a container that will hold and protect one ordinary egg, keeping it from breaking when the container is dropped. You'll have three hours to design and build your boxes. Once everyone has finished, they'll be dropped from successively greater heights-- first five feet, then ten, and subsequently from the windows of the hospital, on different floors. The egg that survives the longest-- from the highest drop, that is-- is the winner.

Supplies are in the third floor lounge. I encourage you to work in pairs.

[She smiles, a tight and authoritative little curve of her lips. Whoever she has roped into filming this deserves an award for putting up with the (mostly) curse-induced craziness.]

There will be a prize for the winner. Good luck.



[ooc; sob please pretend this was earlier, inspiration didn't hit me til now ;_; feel free to either WTF at her or play along. If people actually want to COMPETE, I will... idk flip a coin or roll a die or something, she will indeed give the winner a small prize.]

I remember reading, somewhere, that upwards of eighty percent of New Year's Resolutions are abandoned, many of them within the first few weeks of the year. Whether that's because people tend to set unreasonable goals, or because the superstition surrounding New Year's Eve isn't strong enough to provide the necessary motivation, I can't say.

A more realistic goal would be to indulge in reflection a little more frequently, and not leave it all for the depths of winter. To change when change is necessary. To act instead of merely reacting. Manageable goals with concrete progress markers might not be as impressive as quitting smoking cold turkey, or losing a hundred pounds, or writing a novel, but they have a better success rate. That, at least, seems worth a resolution.



[ooc; ...convolutedly, that's her secret resolution. >> to be less passive and more of an agent in her life.]

Is it just me, or are these happening more frequently each time?

And has it ever not been over a weekend before?



[ooc; as always~ Cam is season 3, I would prefer to minimize explicit spoilers on recent canon but she can forget whatever she needs to ;) Please no duplicates of current housecast unless approved by the concerned muns. etc etc. backdating-friendly forever.]

[VIDEO;]

[The camera shakes a little, coming in and out of focus as she trains it on the bottom of a door. Small, pale tendrils are starting to creep through underneath it. The picture is jostled again as one foot stomps down on the little feelers... When she moves back again they're gone, crushed into a thick, gelatinous paste on the tile floor. From the other side of the door comes a menacing, deep noise that almost sounds like...

Quacking, actually. It sounds like quacking.

Cameron sighs, sounding surprisingly not terrified.]

I think my leftovers are trying to kill me.

This room has a door, and the door is securely locked. By a lot of locks, actually. More locks than any sane person puts on a door, spanning the whole right edge, with a few scattered along the top, even on the hinge side. Most of them have simple knobs to turn; a few dangling security chains are clipped in place, and one or two can only be opened by a key. Of course, lucky you, these are all on your side, meaning you’re not trapped here. Right?

Except, locks are meant to keep things out. Slowly, certainly, the knobs are starting to turn, as whoever-- or whatever-- is on the other side of the door makes their way in.


[ooc; all threads treated as different iterations of the dream, feel free to jump on in~ may be sloow but i will backdate until the end of days <3 ilu]

( Attached Image... )

Whoever left these for me, thank you for the thoughtful gift.




[ooc; responses will come while she's dancing. SHOES- HER ONE WEAKNESS, HOW DID YOU KNOW?!]

[Voice;]

[Unhurried, domestic sounds can be heard in the background of this post; running water, the occasional clink of dishes or clatter of a pan being set on a burner.]

Mindy, I hope you've gotten all your weekend's work done already, I don't want to have to sit up halfway until dawn going over homework with you again.

Robert, were you going to pick up a movie on the way home? For after dinner.

[Dinner which, she does not need to mention, is nearly ready. There's a pause, and when she speaks again it's a little louder, since this is more relevant to the general public, but really it's easiest to get everything done at once.]

Are there any reliable, qualified babysitters looking for work?

[ooc; action for her family~ >3 also please forgive slow/sporadic tagging, ilu all ;__;]

[Video;]

[When the feed fades in Cameron is looking down at whatever she's doing, and it's not clear whether or not this is an intentional post. After a moment her current occupation becomes obvious; she's applying a series of band-aids to her fingers.

Cameron looks up.]

Unsurprisingly, the City once again upholds ridiculous superstitions. I'd advise everyone to be particularly cautious today.

[Looking a little worn, she shuts off her device.]



[ooc; dfgfd today got busy at a certain point, please pretend this was rather earlier in the day? ;_;]

If--

It doesn't prove anything either way.


I always try to talk myself out of saying anything when this happens, but the truth is I think it's kind of nice. Horrifying, more often than not, but-- there's always a chance of seeing someone familiar.



[ooc; as always~ Cam is season 3, I would prefer to minimize explicit spoilers on recent canon but she can forget whatever she needs to ;) Please no duplicates of housecast unless approved by the concerned muns. etc etc. backdating-friendly forever.]

CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis) is a rare, inherited condition where the patient is incapable of feeling physical pain or differences in temperature. While this might sound like a stroke of luck to anyone who's ever suffered chronic pain, or even anyone who's had a really bad toothache, it's an extremely dangerous condition that can potentially shorten the lifespan of the affected individual significantly. As numerous others have discussed, the experience of pain, while unpleasant, serves a purpose: it lets us know something is wrong, and often gives us a clue to what the problem might be. Take away that sensitivity, and the individual might never know they're sick or injured to begin with.

Because it's caused by a genetic mutation, CIPA is a lifelong condition and as such presents immediately. Due to their inability to sweat, more than half of all children born with CIPA die of overheating before the age of three. Those surviving are in danger of sustaining injuries, sometimes serious ones, in ways that someone who can feel pain would not; babies are given to chewing on their lips, tongues and extremities or scratching their eyes. Infections and bone fractures are not uncommon, and often go undiagnosed in their early stages because the patient is unaware of them. As such, it is important for the parents of CIPA patients (and for the patients themselves, once they become old enough to understand their condition) to routinely check for damage to their bodies and to avoid situations where overheating or injuries could occur.


[ooc; info from wikipedia & House 3x14 XD Please attribute any errors to my mistake & not Cameron's, and feel free to ping me ooc if you desire; but for IC purposes she ought to be correct. however I am not a doctor and can't swear this is perfectly accurate. <3

edit; sjslgfdsg when did it get this late /passes out |D]

If I lived anywhere else I'd assume I'd been robbed. As it is, a curse seems likely. I can only hope everything will be back tomorrow. At least they had the decency to leave the cat's things alone.


( [longest ooc ever sob sorry ;_;] )

It occurred to me recently that it's almost a year since that monster attacked; which means I've been here over a year. I suppose the date was some time in February; I didn't do anything to commemorate it, or even think about it too much until now.

It's strange though, to think about the passage of time here-- the thought that all of this experience will simply disappear, eventually, when we're allowed to leave. How we choose to lead our lives here is only relevant as long as we remain. I wonder how different I am now from the person I'll be in a year of real time.

Questions without answers, really.

[Private to Angela]

I said it the other day, I know, but-- given that I was cursed... Thank you, again.



[EDIT; off to bed & picking up tags tomorrow dearhearts <3]

I have my husband's sperm. Frozen.