8.) [video.]

[ijustlivehere]

[Neil is standing near the fountain, watching the insanity of the crowded City unfold.]

So wait... what the hell is going on today?

...No one ever tells me anything.

[ooc: OPEN ACTION, DOUBLES WILL BE WELCOMED, SPOILERS FROM BEYOND MID-BOOK 4 (where this guy's from) ARE ALSO COOL TODAY. BASICALLY EVERYTHING IS OKAY. I'M EXCITED. =D
also: I will be trolling under my personal account, jeilovesyou. As myself. So... that's who that is. If you wondered. Hah.
also also: I KNOW I HAVE A MILLION AND ONE TAGS TO DO, I promise I'll get to it after I have my tea.
AAAAAAAAND ACTION!]

Comments

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey there! A slightly lanky Irishman in a robe and funny mask is sidling up next to you.]

I know what you're saying there. I always feel entirely out of the loop.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Okay, well, this is kind of weird. But Neil's used to weird by now, and he's willing to overlook it, because hey, someone showing empathy for him!]

Really? Y' do?

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. People are just so wrapped up in themselves. Carrying on without a thought for anyone but themselves. It can drive you proper mad.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil smiles just slightly, for a split second. Wow, this guy actually gets it.]

Yeah, exactly! Everybody thinks it's all about them. Wouldn't kill 'em to pay attention every once in a while.

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

People like us need to stick together. Proper kindred spirits, like.

[Valentine sidles over and drapes an arm over Neil's shoulders.]

You couldn't happen to tell me where the hell I've landed, could you?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Uh... yeah, sure, totally.

You're in the City, it's weird. You're probably here 'cause of a curse-thingie. They don't last very long, so you'll probably go back to wherever you were before soon.

[Neil is SO GOOD AT EXPLAINING THINGS.]

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the tip, stranger. And good luck with... whatever it is you're dealing with.

[Valentine sidles away, whistling cheerfully. The next time Neil checks his pockets, he might notice them a little... lighter than before.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Later, upon realising:]

...Son of a bitch.