[Once again the feed cuts in on Fury sitting and staring at the camera. He looks decidedly UN. A. MUSED.

The black storm cloud over his head might have something to do with that. Maybe. Sort of. It's a possibility.

It's not raining but there's a constant rumble of thunder and the occasional lightning bolt flashing within. Every so often wind kicks up not that he has any hair for it to mess up and flips his collar up against the back of his neck.

He glowers at the community for a good minute before speaking]

This is just getting ridiculous.

((OOC: That's right. Fury's moodiness is finally coming back to bite him in the ass thanks to the Empathetic Environment Virus. /sigh.))

This is strange.... Rain itself is an unusual sight in a desert, especially one like the Death Frontier.

Even when it does rain, it is never like this. Usually rain here is a down pour that does not last very long. This is a steady rain with fog, which is something that I have not seen here before.

It makes one wonder what is going on...

((Yep, Rose's somewhat depressed mood from the last few months is finally showing thanks to the virus.))

[The video starts up and Tails appears to be working on something. At first, he doesn't notice the white cloud above his head. Then, when he reaches up to scratch an ear, his hand accidentally hits the cloud. He looks up in confusion and a gush of wind pours out an open window. Tails quickly moves to close the window. He looks up again and sighs.]

Great. I knew it wouldn't be long before I'm hit with anoth- [The cloud turns black and thunder can suddenly be heard. This startles him and he dashes under a table. The cloud follows, but turns back into white, and starts pouring snow. On Tails' project no less. Which, when he comes out from under the table, he sees that and starts to panic. He scrambles to find something cover up the project to shield it from damage. Luckily he finds some bubble wrap, and works to cover it up.

Once that's settled, he calms up and shakes his head. The cloud stops snowing then.] This will make things harder for me.

I am currently in the trunk of a car, a really cramped trunk of a car, being driven to who the hell even knows where so that I can find a glowing orb of doom for the other team. But it's better than getting killed, right?

Also, there was blood all over that room I was in the entire time I was there because the last guy - at least I think it was a guy - went crazy and decided to write notes to people and evidently couldn't find a pen to do it instead. The only reason I know this is because I can do this weird... Thing... With my vision now.

This has been a really fucked up week.

This is quite indeed some strange weather; we're having in Hill Valley. The forecast called for an seventy percent change of perception. However, in further observation this morning, when I walked outside with my umbrella and raincoat. There wasn't a drop in the sky... Over me.

On the other sides of town off in the distance, the rain was falling. Was almost like the eye of a hurricane.

I wonder what could be the cause of this strange phenomenon.

[The feed cuts in on... Finland. What? Nathan stands at a podium about to deliver a ****ing speech.]

( Cut for video )

[As a tree flies past Nathan's head he turns and looks up to see... a ****ing troll]

****.

((OOC: Feed will cut out at 3:58. Small bump for Nathan and Charles. As always **** = curses censored by guitar screech. Are all those rolling black clouds and the freaking troll a result of Nathan Explosion's most brutal singing or that empathetic environment virus going around? That's for you to decide.

Hint: It's not the virus

Also I highly encourage you to watch the rest of the episode. Enjoy!))

[As a video is triggered Selina can be seen curled up on her chair right in front of the computer, bundled tighter than a California roll. She’s burrowed up to her eyes under what appears to be an armada of wool blankets. Apart from her own pale eyes, the pointed black tips of what are clearly Miss Kitty’s ears can be briefly glimpsed before disappearing.

There’s a barely visible mug of what appears to be steaming-hot cocoa with miniature marshmallows cupped in her hands, but something is amiss. While it’s winter in her world, Selina shouldn’t have to be so weighed down by all this heavy material.

Upon closer observation, a network of rime has settled into even the remotest corners of the room, covering everything with a thick layer of frost and the vaguest traces of mist. Not that it could make things worse, but the ceiling also appears to be raining tiny flakes of ice.

She’s gazing at the community as if she wants to say something, but she’s too reluctant to lift her head out of the warm cocoon of her blankets. Eventually (which is to say several minutes later) she pokes her head out long enough to address the community:]

What the hell?



(ooc: Frost, it's a metaphor for the glacial edge she's adopted to her personality...and she spent the past few evenings in the presence of the person she loathes most which doesn't help at all.)

 My, the community has been involving lately, hasn't it? Let us discuss a lighter subject-- and please, feel free to talk among yourselves: what do you think of romance?

-ah, I'm surprised you are here! I thought the Pazzi only sent others to do their dirty work!

[That is a pretty decent sized group of nobles standing on one end of the Ponte Vecchio, rallying on one certain mischievous Italian as he calls out to another pompous group on the other side of the bridge, both sides leering. Their leader sneers a little, and jeers back at Ezio.]

It is your family that calls the guards at the first sign of trouble, cortando! Afraid to handle things yourself?

Your sister seemed quite satisfied with the "handling" I gave her earlier!

( cut for the length and silly stupid Italian teenagers )

[[Red is Vieri de'Pazzi, maroon is the doctor, blue is Federico, black is Ezio. All responses will be an hour or so later.]]