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[After nearly four years in the City, one becomes adept at ignoring all sorts of unpleasant circumstances. It's a point of pride that Cameron rarely cancels her plans due to curse interference; doing so always feels like letting the City win, and she can't abide that.

Today, apart from work, she has a few errands to run; lunch at a café, a quick stop by the bakery. She's doing her best to avoid the scattered bunches of mistletoe, but no one can miss all of them...]

[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]

[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]

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]

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!!!

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

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~]

[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]

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~]

[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.]

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~]

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]

[Voice]

Which would be the intelligent thing to do now, are you really letting yourself be guilted into it?
I usually make it a point not to apologize for curses, given the nature of the City and what
The entire point of curses seems to be to make people miserable, why wouldn't you want to mitigate that as much as possible?
Because she didn't do anything! Not really, this whole thing is just an exercise in pointless embarrassment!
happens here; I don't think we should have to feel responsible for actions we didn't willingly take.
Why is it embarrassing? If you think she didn't do anything wrong there's nothing to be embarrassed about, is there?
We shouldn't bring it up at all. It's not like anyone else is going to say they're sorry for what they said.
That being said... Under the circumstances I do want to apologize for Sunday. Not because I meant
That doesn't necessarily mean they aren't. Look at it this way, it's setting a better example than staying silent would be.
What, forgive and forget?
anything I said or did-- I certainly didn't-- but, because I don't want misinformation to be spread.
Apologizing the right thing to do.
Then we can't forgive anyone if they don't, and everyone else was just as pointlessly cruel.
So, I wanted to clarify-- all the... implications I made about my colleagues are entirely false. Dr.
But it wasn't their fault.
It wasn't hers either! How many people called her a whore, or worse?
House and Dr. Wilson are not involved in a relationship, I respect Dr. Cuddy very much as a doctor and
I'm sure none of them meant it.
That doesn't take away the fact that they said it, if we have to apologize so do they.
a woman, and I am sorry for any aggressive or antagonistic behavior I displayed towards any of you.
It doesn't matter if they say it. Maybe they should, but even if they don't, it doesn't mean they meant it.
That's a double standard.
So what? [pause, finally paying attention to the real Cameron again.] That wasn't much of an apology you know...



[ooc; SCREAM sorry if that's impossible to read, they are all kind of talking at once >< First voice is the bitter, uptight, strict and honestly rather humorless Cameron; the other is Cameron's soft, compassionate, stuffed-animal-made-by-grandma side. <3]

NICE
-my job

NAUGHTY
-my personal life






[ooc; lsjdfgkdgj fml more tomorrow /still exhausted ;_; <333]

[voice;]

[For a moment there is nothing but quiet panting, someone trying to catch their breath. When she speaks it's in a low tone, stumbling over words. She's clearly just this side of a full panic.]

I figured I'd be fine as long as I just stayed in today, but I guess someone figured out I was at home. Every now and then I can-- [She pauses, and if you listen closely you can hear a heavy pounding in the background.] Can hear them trying to get in. I keep hoping they'll get bored and give up on me but so far...

[Cameron laughs quietly, obviously on edge.]

Midnight can't come quick enough... and it's not even Halloween yet. Can't wait to see what that brings....





[ooc; IT'S A TRAP. come and save her, she will try to eat you, and given that she's been taking self-defense lessons she might have more of a shot than otherwise expected >D If you are okay with being bitten/eaten/killed and tossed in the fridge for later munching, please to let me know ♥ ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE LATE POSTING I HAD A TEST. SOB.]

A (Partial) List of Locations.

in no particular order

HOME;
-My apartment (once while high)
-Chase's apartment
-exam room
-patient's house (with cat watching)
-sleep lab
-House's bed
-janitor's closet
-backseat of my car, on the way to lunch
-park bench

CITY;
-exam room
-Chase's apartment
-My apartment
-carousel cart
-elevator of building 12
-stairwell of building 3



I'm forgetting some, I think.


[ooc; We Did That? sob. trying not to be obscene, but be warned she will likely reply in greater detail.

EDIT; LASER TAG, BBL GUYZ ♥]

[Voice Post]

So. A while ago, I did a biopsy on one of my coworkers that left him brain-damaged and turned out to be totally unnecessary.

Wait, I didn't mean to say that-- I was going to talk about the time I took a patient's crys--

[Muffled mumbling as she covers her mouth and manages to turn the device off. For now. Not that that's going to last.]

[ooc: SOB. My Dirty Little Secret. She's got plenty of stuff she's not proud of, and today that's all she's got to talk about. >D]

Oh my god, do you people always complain this much? How do you live with yourselves when you're so incessantly annoying? Honestly, I can't comprehend how the so-called deities managed to collect such a large population of people who deserve to have their faces beaten in with a two-by-four.

Shut up, all of you, or I might just do the City a favor and do so.

Idiots.


[ooc: sob, someone is WRATHFUL and will be mean and angry for the duration ♥ and feel omgawful after. ^^]