[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!]

[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]

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]

[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 ;__;]

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.]

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 ;_;] )