And you all thought that I was gone for good; like a good chef, I know when to leave my juicy morsels to simmer until they erupt into delicious, delicious gossip. Dig in, it's fresh and bound to satisfy - or make you run for over.

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[ooc; please see your tags! Also, i apologize in advance if I got your tag wrong. ♥]

People ducks, let's say you had the completely random and totally impossible ability to change things about your surroundings, like make things appear and disappear or, I don't know, change events from what is supposed to happen. If you could do that, what would you change about the community or your life or the world you're from or anywhere?

[the camera turns on with Helena's face incredibly close to the screen before she leans back, smiling too big. she's sitting on the floor beside her bed with her sketchbook, which is covered in loopy scribbles of nothingness]

Hellooo! My mum got me this thing for a late late late late birthday present. It's neat. I think it's neat. [she giggles a little] I feel weird, ducky ducks. [she points at the screen, jostling the camera] I bet this is all YOUR fault. Again. Isn't it?


((all replies video unless stated otherwise 'cause I will probably forget to put it in the subject line at some point or another, knowing me.))

((ooc: Sorry for the spam!))

So as you may have seen Spike has gone and kidnapped this Valentine guy. So does anyone out there know how to deal with vampires? I've only dealt with a crazy guy who thought he was one, so I won't be much help other than hopping to wherever it is he is. And speaking of that, does anyone know where he might be?

[Locked to Alice]
I know you don't really know me well yet, but would you be able to help at all?

Valentine is in trouble. He's so stupid. How does he manage to get into these things? Is anyone going to help me find him? I don't even have a friend on here. Of course no one's going to help.

I'm so worried about him. I hope he's okay. He's important to me.

... I don't remember drawing this place, but here it is. That's usually how it happens, though. The tricky thing, I think, is figuring out what this place is. It doesn't look like anywhere I've been before, and I've been to loads of places thanks to my mum and dad (...and other things), trust me. But here, hardly anyone's wearing a mask, and there's none of those weird little cat things.

... that's probably for the better.

You know, I really don't think this is my doing at all - not even a weird dream this time. Or, well, it's not my weird dream. What would put ducks in such an uproar anyway?

Oh, and I'm Helena by the way. I hope it'll be nice meeting you all.