[You hear the rustling of papers and Cinderella cursing some.]

Damnit! Where the Hell did I put those designs? I need those for my portfolio!

Shit, I hope I didn't leave them at the university.

[Here it is again, another view of Cinderella's living room in her Brooklyn apartment. Everything seems in place, except there are two Cinderella's facing each other. If the body language doesn't give away which one is the real Cinderella, the clothes certainly will.

[Cindy is in her usual high fashion label outfits and is standing in a more assertive stance. The other Cinderella, though dressed nice, it's still a far cry from high end fashion. She also has a more timid like stance.]

You have got to be fucking kidding me. [This came from the real Cinderella. The other Cinderella looks scandalized.]

You really shouldn't use such language!

Does it looks like I give a flying rat's ass about that? I need to figure out what to do with you until this all blows over.

I won't be any trouble. I'll just stay here and tidy up the place.

[The other Cindy just looks too happy and pleasant to do that. The real Cindy is giving her that "you got to be kidding" look.]

If you start singing and mice and birds start flocking to my windows, I'm out of here

[Cinderella is shown in the living room of her Brooklyn apartment. She looks a little tired, and is just glad her latest mission is over.]

Well that was fun. Who would have thought I would be facing the Wicked Bitch of the East again. Perhaps this time she'll stay dead.

[Then she smirks a little.]

At least I got something out of it.

[She reaches down and brings out a pair of silver slippers.]

These babies have some special powers that can really help me in my job, one of which consisting of clicking the heels three times and the wearer can be anywhere they want. And it turns out they're just my size. So, who wants to help me test them out?

Okay first my TV showed a duck and wouldn't go away so I unplugged it, next my cell phone wouldn't work due to the same duck showing on its screen so I had to turn it off, then I went outside and found that you asses posted a duck on any flat surface you could find, now I'm back on my phone and I want to know some things.

First: What is your fucking problem?
Second: How the hell are you doing this?

[The video is being recorded from Cinderella's cell, which is apparently laying on the passenger's seat of her car, if the angle has anything the say about it. Cindy herself comes into view as she gets into the driver's seat, looking at a silver charm of a shoe in her hand. Her expression is blank, betraying no emotion she may be feeling.

[She starts the car and that's when she notices her cell phone. With a frown she picks it up and then smiles some when she sees what page it's on]

Well, well... Figures this place would show up again once things start to get more exciting on my end. Hate to admit it, but I actually started to miss this pain in the ass community.

Since this is probably going to make a post, I might as well ask your thoughts on something.

[She holds the silver slipper charm]

Ever had someone from your past, who you thought was long gone, show up again? I maybe dealing with that now, and it's not fun considering who it is.

I think the universe has some sick joke about me and wells.

I mean come on! Three times it's happened. Falling down a well once is bad enough, but three times.

This doesn't happen to anyone else, does it?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually enjoyed that virus. It was a nice break over the drama that I've been facing here in my world.

Also, I have a new found respect for fashion designers, considering what they may have had to go through while in school.

How did everyone else think of it?

Listen up! As most of you may know, the students in the fashion design department take turns putting on a fashion shows of their designs. This semester just so happens to be my turn, so I need volunteers to be models. Don't make me go to the student union and start drafting everyone I come across there.

The show will be held at the student union at the end of this month.

Okay, I spent the night at the Farm last night to wake up with this morning to this thing,

( [OOC Cut for cellphone photo] )

sitting on my pillow. At first I just thought it was someone's pet that got loose so I just left it there.

Yeah, imagine my surprise when I got home to my apartment in Brooklyn to find it sitting on my coffee table as soon as I opened the door. Since this place is my usual source of 'weird shit happening,' I figure it's safe to say it's another virus.

So what the hell am I suppose to do with a chinchilla?

Ever come across a situation where you don't know whether to do a happy dance or brace yourself for when the shit hits the fan?

Yeah, I'm kind of in that situation now. I don't know whether to be happy that there are two certain people in my world that are missing or to be worried. But one thing is for sure, I'm getting a headache trying to figure out what happened to them.

What's a girl to do when she's bored out of her freakin mind?

Work is out of the question for me, considering my day job is completely destroyed, and my other career is on hold at the moment. Shopping is also out of the question since I'm supposed to be laying low for a while.

I suppose I could go to the Farm with the other Fables, but that's bound to be a headache after a while, considering the current circumstances.

So, any suggestions?

[You see the living room of the apartment that Cinderella is currently living in. After a few seconds Cindy comes in, drops her purse on the coffee table and starts going about the apartment. It looks like she's starting to pack for a trip somewhere, and her actions suggest that she is a bit irritated at the moment. She starts humming to herself and then soon starts to sing song. Though her voice is not exactly that of a singer. Disney princess she is not, after all.]

Your words are pretty but I already know who you are.
I knew you before you met me long before we would part.
Before you tricked me and laid on my bones.
Before you kissed me and buried my hope.
Before you stole stole my spirit and rode the show into the wall.

They shore you up. They lay all their dreams on you.
They let you in and you start to believe you're soft as a miracle.
Unfurled, I was new and unfurled.
Innocent and open as any lamb and hoping for paradise.

Yeah I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.
So I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.

Love leaves you desperate and feeling a fool.
Love makes you ruthless and love makes you cruel.
And love makes you crazy with nothing but lies.
Love promises nothing and then your love dies.

Unfurled, I was new and unfurled.
Innocent and open as any lamb and hoping for paradise.

Yeah I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.
So I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.

Then your love dies.
Then your love dies.
Then your love dies.

[She pauses in her actions for a sec and blinks.]

Well, that was weird...

[She notices the her laptop is recording and with annoyed groan, she goes to close it, ending the video.]

Dear whatever-it-is-that-is-in-charge-of-this-community,

I stay away from the community for a while, and what happens? I get virused.

Going around and kicking ass I didn't mind. That's something I do on a regular bases. What I did mind was being put in that outfit! The next time this place decides to dress me up as some anime fan's wet dream, I think I'm going to snap and go on a fucking killing spree. Just so you know.

No Love,
Cinderella.

Well, that felt good to get off my chest.

[You are greeted by a typical city scene at night, and there looks to be a fight going on. In the center of that fight is Cinderella, only her outfit is not something she would normally wear. And the "man" that she is fighting does not appear to be human either. At least the glass like shoes she is wearing seem quite durable, as the don't even crack when she kicks the man right in the face sending him across the street.]

I told you I would punish you.

[And the video cuts off there.]

[This time, you don't see the inside of Cinderella's chic uptown apartment. The room that you see has a more low key and homey feel to it. Cindy sits in front of the camera, not looking very happy.]

Okay, not that I had a problem with people coming to my world before, but I think I should put this out there just in case. Due to the current situation going on in my world, world hopping here is off limits now. Especially if you have suppress anger issues and so on.

Things have pretty much gone from bad to worse, so for your own safety, just stay away for now. Who knows how long this is going to last.

[You are welcomed to a view of Cinderella's apartment, again. Everything seems normal so far.

[Cindy walks by talking on her cellphone, oblivious that the camera on her computer is on.]

Still nothing new? I'm starting to get restless with all this quiet. I can't help but-

[She is cut off there, due to a loud rumble and the whole room shakes. Strong enough to knock Cindy off her feet, which causes her to curse some, and knock over several items off shelves. And judging by the way the camera is moving, like it's falling, the computer was knocked off the table as well. The video shuts off as soon as it hits the floor.]

Ever have that feeling that something very bad is about the happen and you just can't shake it. It's a real bitch, right? Well, I've got it now, and it's starting to annoy me.

Usually this doesn't happen unless I'm on a business trip, not when I'm home in New York. Hopefully, it will just pass, but just in case, any suggestions for a distraction? I haven't had any business trips lined up in a while, so using that is out of the question.

[You see the inside of Cinderella's apartment. In fact that is all you're seeing. You hear the clicking of high heels, getting closer and then going away, but no activity can be seen. That is until you see a purse that was sitting on the couch, start floating and then disappear. You hear an amused laugh and then, Cinderella just appears, holding the purse, looking rather amused.]

Well, this is rather useful, especially with my line of work. And I don't even have to owe Frau Totenkinder a favor for it. Now if only I get to keep it.

[She shrugs, still smiling and goes over to cut off the video feed.]

Oh ha ha. This is cute. The community thought it would be funny to give me glass wings with raw edges! Ruined one of my favorite blouses. Couldn't it at least give me a pair of glass wings with sanded or beveled edges so I don't cut through everything? The feathers on these things are as sharp as daggers.

I hope other people are enjoying this little surprise virus.

Don't you hate it when you're reminded of one of your big screw ups? A screw up that was so big, it made the news, and the topic comes up every year on and around the day of it's anniversary. In my case, the only saving grace I have is that no one but a few select people knew it was my screw up. That doesn't stop me from being in a shitty mood when I turn on the TV and there is a documentary special on the whole damn event along with the original news rile being played over several times.

Needless to say, I'm probably going to be in bitch mode for the next couple of days. I could probably go for a couple of hard drinks too.

((ooc note: Apparently in her canon, Cindy was partially responsible for the Hindenberg Disaster which happened May 6th, 1937.))