[Oh look! The Fountain! And walking past it, completely oblivious to the world, there's Anthony!

He's walking slowly, holding a backpack in one hand, obviously looking for something inside with his other hand. At the same time, he's talking on the phone, holding the cell between his ear and his shoulder. Yes, Puppy can multitask. But barely.]

And I'm not sure if you can afford the therapy I'll need if you keep telling me about your college days... Don't take me wrong, Mom, I love you. But I don't want to know anything... And I gotta go anyway. No, not a date. I have classes. You know, the reason why I went to college in the first place?

Listen, I'll call...

[He finally finds what he was looking for. With satisfaction clear on his face he fishes out car keys. He holds them out, pressing a button to disable the alarm of a car that's clearly not there. When he doesn't hear any sound, he looks own, frowning.

Seeing a completely unfamiliar place, his eyes widen. The cell phone falls down and hits the ground, but he doesn't notice that. He looks around, 'wtf', shock and a bit of fear all mixed and quite obvious on his face.]

What the--????



[ooc: Anthony's back!!!!! Action for the first person available - but no action placeholders allowed, they make Cala a said evil mun. Text and voice for everybody else, depending on what's your preference. I MISSSED YOUUUU!!!!!]

[Inside of Anthony's apartment. Hallway. Doors leading outside slightly ajar. There's a growl belonging most likely to a big bad animal.

There's running. Doors open more, and a more than slightly distressed Anthony runs inside, shutting the doors behind him, locking every possible lock behind.

He leans against the doors, breathing harshly]

And Mom said taking out trash won't kill me...

... no, really... I'm fine here.

We have to move on down!

Didn't we... already?

Let's go!

But... I shouldn't leave the building... I'm on bedrest... no, really...

Need a... roommate

[heavy sigh]

Doctor's orders.

[The voice that you hear is deeper than normal Anthony's voice. There's also no hesitancy in his speech, though a healthy dose of "WTF" can be heard]

What the...

I know for the fact that I didn't do anything to justify stay in the hospital. Or the too small hospital gown... Berta you minx...

Did I miss something?

And, uhm, okay that's embarassing, can someone bring me my pants?



[ooc: forwarddated to Poly's midnight. Anthony woke up all grown up. As far as he knows it's been over ten years since his coma and he's slightly confused. And yes, he spent all those years in the City.

Have fun with him XD]

[ETA: went to sleep. see ya in 7 hours... aaaand back XD]

[Hospital room, lots of hospital stuff around, and there, in bed is the poor, still healing Anthony. After a second of the feed it's obvious he's still asleep but then he moves his head and and slowly lifts his eyelids]

Mhm?

[He frowns and without moving his head much he looks around, confusion mixed with WTF? expression is clear on his face.]




[ooc: I'M BACK!!!!! CALA IS BACK!!!!!!!! LET'S THROW A PARTY!!!!!

a) Anthony is still slightly out of it and he will be going in and out from sleep for the next day or two, but we're definitely back in business with him.

b) responses can be voice or action, I'm open to all

c) since I'm still in Madrid and I'll spend the majority of tomorrow on the plane, it's a slowatus, so expect a lot of backdating, please????

d) yes this ooc note is loooooong

ETA: Also, expect some minor fallout from this brain damage thing. yes I'm evil, duh.]

Yeah. I know I pretty much dropped from the face of the Earth, or you know, City, but I had a pretty good reason.

( not ICly cut, here to save your flist )

Yes. That means exactly what you think it does. It's done. After over two months working on it, it's finally done.

I know I promised some of you a ride or two. Well now is when you collect. Just tell me when you have time.

[Private to Remy]

Give me another month or so and yours should be ready as well.

[ /Private]

Before you ask about the weekend, yes, I'm fine, no I don't want to talk about it.

Now, I need to move to the more pressing matters.

If the writings on me are anything to go by, you lot will have to work out some schedule between yourselves. But just to be clear, I will not get involved in a custody battle that would determine who gets Anthony on Sundays.

Now, I don't mind. Curse and all. And sure it's nice to know you belong to someone. But I'm a hardcore divorce kid and I won't be taking sides. Just deliver me the final schedule and everybody will be happy.

And yes. I'm joking. I don't need to see the schedule as long as you know it. XD

[ooc: yes, his friends were cursed and now he has 'belongs to' and 'adoped by' and 'property of' written in permanent marker. but it's okay. he doesn't mind.

and of course strikes are hackable. it's anthony.]

[rustling of sheets]

Ca-- Cassie?

[silence, followed by the sound that a body makes when it's being shaked]

Cassie! Oh God, wake up! I didn't mean to... I...

[stuff falls on the floor as Anthony get of the bed and moves away without looking around]

No... Wha--

Shut up... Shut up! Go away!

[sound of doors being shut. Furniture being moved]

I don't want that. Go away... shut up

[end of transmission]

[ooc: so. For today, Anthony traded powers with Thomas, which means that right now he's a sex vampire feeding on life force. With very little control over himself, scared out of his mind, not really understanding what's going on. Currently baricaded himself in his room after seducing and having sex with his roommate Cassie (as discussed with Cassie!mun). Cassie is currently in her bed being very unconcious as he fed from her. All responses are voice. have at him.]

So, I have a new appreciation for shopping. Which I realize might be a bit cryptic to some of you and very shallow to the rest... But the fact remains.

Especially if I'm armed with coffee.

[private to remy]

I might have something you should see. It's either really awesome or really creepy. Depends how you look at it.

[/private]

[filtered from thomas and kyle, kthxbye]

There's a club opening and it's sounds interesting, I mean I've never been to a vampire themed bar... Anyone going?

[/filter]

[ooc: cala is easily amused. yes. filters can be hackable, I don't mind]

No... no... Come on! Not again...

I appreciate the lack of post-apocaliptic background, but come on!

I know I'm not the most social person on the planet... But I can't handle another two days of being completely alone, come on... It's not even weekend...

Come on City, please...



Anyone?



[ooc: yeah, I'm a terrible person. first the Y am I the Last Man Standing, then Torchwood trauma, then nightmares and now we're alone again. I think I should do something nice for the guy or he'll refuse to cooperate during next angst driven period of time...

Also: activity may/will be spotty. work. but please, distract me. PLEASE]

[The room is completely lit. Anthony is sitting on the floor, between his bed and his night table. He holds a half empty cup of coffee. There are bags under his eyes, those more perceptive might notice dried tears on his cheeks.

For the first time since arriving here he looks exactly how he feels. Like a tired, lost teenage boy who's all alone and in over his head.

He notices the device is on and his expression becomes guarded, then irritated.]

Like the Network doesn't have enough of posts on this curse.

[he snaps and turns off the device.]

Being a kid again was fun. In a way. Though I'm seriously reconsidering getting a roommate. If I had one then maybe they would stop the mini!me from coloring the blueprints. With red and green crayons.

I can't even remember where I got the crayons from...

Anyway, I'll have to recreate the blueprints from the scratch.

How was everybody else? Everybody survived the madness?

[Private to Jack Harkness || Unhackable]
Captain? I'll swear, I'll replace those wires and fix anything else I might've broke at the warehouse.

Though... UHm...

You're good with kids

To sum up yesterday:

Thomas, I decided not to ambush you in your own apartment. Appreciate it, the temptation was really big.

Captain, couldn't find you yesterday so we couldn't team up against Ianto certain people.

Uta... So exactly how many people threw you into the fontain?

Nameless people: it was fun, nothing personal, thanks for playing.

[ooc: I was online very little yesterday, so obviously I missed all sorts of fun stuff. This is me working around it. Feel free to assume your character met Anthony running around the City and had a water fight.]

So, if someone showed up yesterday and then disappeared at midnight... They aren't coming back, are they?

[ooc: Cala seems to be fond of short, excuses of posts lately. sorry. but there are plots going on XD you love me anyway. no need denying it.]

We burned a couch.


And then we burned the other one.

It was awesome


[ooc: Yeah, yesterday's bonfire was a success and because burning the couch was really awesome, and Anthony made it burn friking GREEN, most of his problems, issues and inner conflicts are right now on hiatus because of the sheer awesomeness that is burning the couch. We'll be back to the usual conflicted teenager in a moment. kthxbye]

[The video opens to the warehouse. There's a table on which you can see what would be a nice Honda Valkyrie but at the moment is just pieces of metal. It's obviously work in progress. In the background there's a plane, also a work in progress. And there's Anthony, unusually angry. Fighting with somebody else. Only there's nobody in sight.]

--are not my father! I want nothing to do with you! I don't want your name and I don't want your money!

Ian--

[There's silence and Anthony gets even more angry. He makes few steps towards the invisible person, as if getting in his face.]

This isn't any of my business and it's as hell isn't yours! He can live his life any way he pleases. You will not judge any of the people in my life.

At least he never had a ten year old son who was waiting for him at home; while he sleeps with people that aren't...

It isn't about him. It's about you! About you not being there! About Mom crying herself to sleep everytime she thought I didn't see! About you thinking you can buy your way back into my life! About everything!

[Anthony grabs the invisible person and with some difficulty pushes him outside of the warehouse. Yes, into the freezing outside.]

Get out. Get out! GET OUT!

[His voice is strained, and the whole body tensed while he shuts the door and locks it. he turns around and leans against the door, trying to calm down. With a quick gensture, he wipes away what might be tears, but the picture isn't clear enough to tell. Finally he moves away and walks up to the laptop, turning the music up, as if he wanted to tune out some other noise. He goes back to his work space and picks up a wrench, obviously intent on going back to working on the motorcycle.

He stands there for a few seconds, his hand tight around the wrench, looking at the motorcycle. Suddenly, with full strenght, he throws the wrench against the wall, before the wrench even hits the wall, he grabs the motorcycle's frame and shoves it off the table. He starts kicking the hell out of the motorcycle. After a minute or two, he finally calms down and sits resigned on the floor, next to what's left of his motorcycle.]

[ooc: Anthony got snowed in in the warehouse while he was working on the motorcycle. Which he obviously didn't mind. Untill today when his father showed up. Which also brought some issues Anthony has, as well as his inner conflict regarding what he thinks is Ianto/Jack and Ianto/Kyle. Have at him.]