[At first the video is blurry and shaky, as if someone was climbing the wall with the phone on their hands. When it stops moving all the campus is visible. Someone is in a very high place~]

How many times you have parkour away from someone for them to get the hint, I wonder.

[The video starts with Arthur sitting on a chair, with what it looks like an IV on his wrist that’s connected to a metallic briefcase.

He's staring at a cat.

A cat that woke him up by randomly appearing and deciding that Arthur’s tummy makes a cozy resting place. Said cat is staring back at him with a frown face and it just keeps making the exact same face when Arthur picks it up. It's like the beast is stuck.

Then he notices the computer on the table recording him.]

I think this cat’s broken.

[Guess who’s hosting Saturday Night live today? If you said Arthur you guessed right, and tonight he has something really special to show you, people.]


[He's very different from the sort of character he's used to play, can you tell?]

[The video starts in Morpheus’s dream agency, Ariadne, Arthur, Eames and Elektra just finished training and they are still in costume. Arthur is wearing a mostly black tuxedo with red accents and red gloves. Arthur turns to the camera.]

It has come to our attention that a lot of the new sailor senshi appearing all around the universe have very little training if any at all. We want to offer our service to those who still need to learn how to use and develop their abilities.

[The camera turns to focus on Ariadne. She is wearing a typical senshi uniform in red and gold colors.]

I’ll be helping out those soldiers whose powers focus on defense and healing. Even if your powers are more for the offense, I can help build some more defensive tactics with you. It always helps to have something.

[Now a focus on Eames. Eames wears a similar tuxedo to Arthur's, except that his accents and gloves are blue.]

Ladies, gentlemen, those of indeterminate gender: when a large, deadly someone is out to kill you or maim you in awful ways, you could stand and fight...but sometimes it's better to disguise yourself so well they don't even realize you're there. For disguise-related skills and spells, I can help you become a human chameleon.

[And a focus on Elektra. She is in a customized black and red senshi outfit. Don't worry though; she still has to wear the mini skirt. She looks less than impressed at Eames bit.]

Or if you plan on actually defeating whoever is trying to suck the life out of your planet and its people this week, I'll be teaching you how to successively do that. Just because we can't dress practically while fighting whatever "great evil" [Yes, she's air quoting.] is around, doesn't mean we can't fight practically.

[And finally back to Arthur.]
And finally I can train those with powers of illusion over environments. Strategy will also be discussed.

[Suddenly Eames leans in, grinning.] And really, where else can you find a place to kick some arse and look so good?

[Arthur frowns slightly and cuts the feed.]

[ooc: red is arthur, purple is ariadne, blue is eames, and green is elektra.]

This last virus was something else, hm? let's all forget it ever existed and move on with our lives.

For the record, I have never  been in jail.

[>Ic added after 5 minutes.]

And I don't have a twin.

[This appears to be the most adorable virus post ever. James is in a sitting room that can only be Lord Akeldama's; it's pink with green trim. His arms are out in front of him, and resting the length of them, her head cradled in his palms, is Prudence. James is cooing at her, his cheeks puffed out -- when suddenly he stops. A look of pain and regret crosses his face, combined with the sudden desire to leave Eames for his own good -- all he ever does is hurt him. Which would make perfect sense, if he were with Eames. Clearly shaken, he sets the baby in her bassinet.]

That is certainly unsettling. Arthur, a word?

[This is going to be so awkward to for both of them.]

[The video clicks on to an empty kitchen. After a moment the sound of someone clearing their throat can be heard, and then Ariadne’s voice.]

There has been some...minor chaos in our house today. I can only guess it’s thanks to another virus. I’m afraid I haven’t had much time to check the community posts...

[There’s a shifting sound and then clothes resembling something Ariadne’s might wear, appear to be floating in front of the camera.]

To start with. I’m invisible. And then Arthur...

[She’s cut off as Eames walks into the background, looking rather pleased with himself. He’s got a pan in one hand, an egg in the other.]

Eames, what are you doing?

Have a look at this.

[Eames takes the pan flat on his palm and cracks the egg into the pan. He concentrates on the pan and suddenly a flame envelopes his entire arm, heating up the pan and cooking the egg. Unfortunately, some of the fire catches on to a nearby dish towel.]

Hey, watch out! [Ariadne's shape is up and hurrying towards the burning towel. But wouldn't you know her luck? There is a GIANT HOLE in the middle of the kitchen floor now. Unaware, she steps right into it and falls. Seeing as she has thoroughly lost her concentration, she is visible once more.

Out of nowhere two comically long arms stretch out and catch the invisible Ariadne and pull her back on to solid floor. Ariadne sits on the floor, trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile Eames has managed to put out the small fire, and Arthur and Elektra walk into view. Arthur's arms are now retracting into their normal length.

Elektra hurries over to Ariadne, looking rather apologetic.]

I'm so sorry, Ariadne. I didn't know it would happen in the kitchen.

It's okay. I'm alright. Thanks, Arthur.

Of course. Now, what do we say we all take a break with these powers. We don't want any more accidents.

[Ariadne glances back at the camera and realizes she left it on. She hurries to her feet, with some help from Elektra and moves back to the computer.]

Like I said: chaos.

[And she turns off the camera.]

[ooc: red=ariadne, green=eames, purple=elektra, blue=arthur]

[Guess who's finally back, ladies and gentlemen? Or better, guess who the community decided to pester again when he was hiding from everyone? Yup, your resident point man.

He's shirtless, sitting ont he bed of a shady hotel, got a stubbly two days's beard andwas trying to change the bandage around his right shoulder when the video started to record him. Being shot at was a pain in the ass. Do you know what's a pain too? Not being able to reach the wound and clean it because that two small wings on his shoulders are getting in the way.

Arthur is not a happy camper.]

[You get a view of Arthur’s bedroom door, fascinating as it is. The door is half closed and there’s a discussion going on inside. Only parts of the conversation can be heard and those doesn’t really make much sense. One of the voices is Arthur, while the other is female.]

...ames hates you now……was better before, when it was only us, when we were alone……That never worked for long…...ings changed …I don't know how fix it…

[While it’s not clear what is being said about them the name of certain members of the community are mentioned: Elektra, Lyall, Ariadne, Reeve…Finally there’s an abrupt silence and this time the female voice is more easy to hear.]

I can’t..we can’t keep this up..I can’t breathe…I…!

[Suddenly a black dog runs out of the room. After a few seconds she makes a pained expression and collapses on the corridor with a yelp. Arthur gets out of the room just as quickly, a hurt look on his face as well. He kneels next to the animal and she puts her head on his lap, the pained look banishing quickly. They talk at the same time.]

I’m sorry. [Arthur caresses her head.]

Let's disappear.

[ooc: Arthur won't be replying, in fact, no one would be able to contact him in 2-3 week. he's going to be hiding from everyone and chilling with Bruce in a cave in Tibet traveling around, he needs a vacation from his life. only Eames got a warning, so feel free to notice, wonder where he is or try to contact him if your char would do that..]

[Failed lock to James Norrington]

I am aware that all that happened was beyond out control Mr. Norrington, and that we wouldn't have slept together if we were in our right minds but I want to apologize properly. We need to talk 


[Failed lock to Eames.]

Eames, please, would you talk to me and let myself explain?

[ [The feed starts by showing a giant kitchen. Arthur is in front of one of the counters, his back to the table, cooking breakfast. He looks over the shoulder and smiles] [

That teenage cashier keeps trying to figure out who's the daddy. She asks me every time we go to the supermarket. I think they are taking bets.

[Ariadne, meanwhile is getting the dishes out. She hands them to 11-12 and Light, who go to work setting the table. But Ariadne grins at Arthur’s comment.]
I know they’re taking bets. I heard one of them say it was Lyall. [Lyall quirks an eyebrow as he peers over the top of his newspaper. Alexia, more amused than concerned about the topic pats his shoulder.]

It is curious how they all seem so interested in the topic. I hardly see how it is any of their business, though.

[James wasn't exactly a morning person, nor was he a crowd person. In the breakfast rush, he was more content to hang back, sipping his coffee in a quiet corner. Upon hearing both Randolph and Alexia's honor besmirched, however, he had to speak up.]

It's not any of their business.

[Arthur distributes the food in the different plates that the younger ones are setting and then mores close to James to give him a kiss on the lips.] Everyone likes to talk, just ignore them.


[ooc: dream team Harem: 11-12, Alexia, Ariadne, Arthur, Eames, James Norrington, Lyall... and Elektra visits them often. Who's the Head of the Harem? good look figuring that out.]

 I am intimidating?  

[The video takes place in a room in the Dream Team's new agency building, and Arthur and Eames seem to be moving a set of boxes into an area already filled with them. As they set them down the video cuts in mid-conversation.]

" -- the last of them. What is in these things?"

"Files. Papers. You know I like to keep a thorough record of our work."

"Darling, you know I adore your insane dedication to thoroughness, but I can't believe something this heavy is filled purely with papers." [As he says it, he pulls open the box flaps and starts pulling out files. Arthur settles in to unloading the boxes as well, and for a moment it's quiet until Eames frowns at a stray piece of paper he's pulled out of his box before saying:]

"Oh, ha ha, Arthur, very funny."

"What?"

"I found what I can only assume is your future April Fool's prank of some kind."

"Eames, what on earth are you talking about?"

[He holds out the piece of paper towards Arthur.] "This. This fake marriage license you drew up under both of our names? I can only imagine a very amusing set-up after I get drunk one night and you tease me mercilessly."

[Arthur stares at him blankly for a moment. When he recovers himself, he snatches the paper out of Eames' hand and holds it in front of him, scanning it over with an unreadable expression on his face.]

"...this...seems legitimate. This...seems like a real legal document." [Arthur pauses and then says:] "When did we sign this?"

[Eames looks at him blankly before moving to look over the paper with him, frowning and confused. For several seconds, they're both quiet and clearly confused with what they're looking at. It's only after a minute or so that Eames breaks the silence:]

"So...does this mean that that's your real last name I'm reading?"

((Remember the Texts From Last Night virus? Remember this thread? Yeah, shenanigans happened. Red = Arthur, Blue = Eames))

[Have a video of Arthur carefully holding a pocketwatch, like he's afraid it will break in tiny pieces at any moment.

It look like a normal, pretty especial pocket-watch, But because it was a present from Jack and it's older than dirt, said pocketwatch it's currently worth $10,000.]

Mister Sp...Jack, a word with you, if you please?

[Arthur is in front of a table studying some blueprints. Next to his coffee mug there's, of all things, a pregnancy test that Eames bought him once as a joke because he'd been throwing up every morning. He'd decided to try it only so Eames and Jack would stop making fun of him.

He grabs his mug with one hand, taking a sip of his coffee and writing down something on the blueprints with the other free hand. Then he spits up half the coffee all over the blueprints when he sees two pink lines in the pregnancy test.]

[Arthur is opening the drawers and cupboards of his kitchen, a frown in his face.]

It's really frustrating when there's nothing to eat in your house.

[And he doesn't mean that in the -My house is full of food, but there's nothing I would eat- sense. No,no, he actually ate everything that was edible. The fridge is open and empty, there's a lot of dirty dishes in the sink and empty food packages everywhere. He opens another cupboard and finds a single muffin that Eames left there that morning, probably to eat later when he got back home.]

Oh. [Arthur grabs it and literally eats in in less than two seconds. For someone so slim, he sure has an ability when it comes to devours things.] Hm...I'm still hungry.

[Arthur had an unamused expression on his face and he's tapping his fingers on the table slowly.]

Cobb is going on vacations with his kids and, I can't believe he didn't knew Miles is allergic, he asked me to take care of their dog. Tell me community, how do you convince a puppy that your very expensive Italian shoes are not a chewing toy?

[He moves the laptop so the webcam catches the view of the dog. Said puppy is munching happily on what was a shoe long time ago. In Arthur's opinion, the beast looks positively evil.]