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[liquid_serpent]

[The phone screen snaps on to show Liquid pondering, as he often did. He has some questions.]

Private to the gods:

I was speaking with a fellow citizen earlier regarding this new café opening. Delight, I believe, is the god in charge of this? There is to be coffee served within this café correct? I wish to add tea to the list, since some of us prefer tea over coffee. I do especially. Since, we have this café, surely choice should be something all of us can enjoy together?

[He wants a cup of good ol' English brew please.]



To everyone else:

Has anyone ever dared escape from this place? Is there any form of escape and if so how? Also, do you actually die within this place? Since I have come under the impression that it is fairly easy to do so within this city. If you do die, do you ever come back? Do the gods resurrect you somehow and you get placed back into the city or is that it? You're dead and you get sent back to your own world, perhaps?

[He really wants to know before going off and dying, hoping he'd wake up back at Shadow Moses once more.]

Discussion would be welcome.

[Video]

[blowyoudown]

Alright. So.

[Have a slightly bedraggled wolfman looking into the camera with a cigarette in his free hand. The screen bounces slightly, and the moving background suggests he's walking as he records.]

On behalf of Maketh, I"m gonna be running some self defence classes. It's not going to be anything very flashy or impressive - there's a lot of actual warriors here, from the sounds of it, so it's not gonna be anything that complicated - but if you don't know how to do something like escape a chokehold, then. [He shrugs as he takes a drag.] Well, it might be something.

Anyone who's interested, I'll be down by the armory. Anyone who can actually fight, I'm not gonna say no to your help.

[And true to his word, he'll be found down near the armory, having a smoke and alternating between brooding sitting near the river, and exploring the contents of the armory.]

video;

[strangelic]

[ The man who appears on screen is wearing white hospital clothes, despite attempts to get him into something a little more him. They're comfortable, he protests. Over this he's wearing a much loved and heavily dry-cleaned (thanks, Dean) beige colored coat, the combination of the two making him look like a businessman - or perhaps a P.I. - who's had a little bit of a mental breakdown. Which...it's not far off from the truth.

In any case, he's sitting in the dark, looking drawn and tired, like he's either been trying very hard not to sleep, or the sleep hasn't been very good. It's a combination of the two, actually. ]

Did you know that human minds are most susceptible to influence when you're dreaming? If you wanted to teach yourselves how to communicate telepathically, for instance, it would be far better to do it when you're sleeping, when your brain isn't fettered by the constant needs of your body. Itching. Twitching. Fidgeting. All its aches and grumbles and complaints. Emotions. Recollections. Listening to other people chatter incessantly. Television. Arousal. You get the idea. It's all very distracting.

[ Seriously. Who let Castiel talk? Like ever.]

And let me tell you, some of those thoughts take up a lot of your time.

I--where was I? Ah. That is to say, I haven't ever slept before. I've visited dreams, of course, but experiencing my own is something else entirely. Something I'd rather avoid, if it's at all possible. So-- [ Deep breath. ] --I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions. Mnemonics, perhaps. The opposite of counting sheep. I'd drink coffee but I'm afraid I've discovered it has much the same effect on me as alcohol, which is to say I'd have to drink most of a plantation in order to have any kind of success.

Your assistance, please. I can't repay you, per se, but... Oh. [ He lifts his hands in front of him, and cups them together, and when he lifts them apart there is a little origami swan between his palms. ] I can do this.