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So it's day 2 of Ikea madness,
and I figured we should set up some kind of cragslist situation,
so that people can get rid of things they really don't want.
Or if you for some reason feel like filling your house with this stuff
follow your dreams?

Anyway I found this yesterday:

[Attached is a photo of a very odd table, the front half of it, anyway. It's sticking out of an apartment wall at an odd angle, legs mostly horizontal. There's a second photo of the back half, which appears to be in another room.

A jacket is hanging off of one of the hooves. Looks like someone has found a use for it, at least.]

If anyone knows how to get this out of the wall
without like, destroying said wall
they're welcome to it.
But to be honest I'm kind of getting used to it.
Might call it "Dave".
This I'm not too keen on:

[Another image, this one of a kind of unsettling chair.]

Frankly you can just have it.
Please.

[Everyone is welcome to post their new furniture they don't want, or offers to acquire more. Michael is not going to moderate, but it's a platform at least!]

lifetothefullest

[Lance is looking a little more awake than he has been the past two weeks or so, and also in a better mood; his expression and tone are both lighter as well when he addresses the camera.]

I guess everyone is working on solving mysteries at the moment, and I actually had something I'd been meaning to ask for a little while, so this seems like a good a time as any; I'm interested anything anyone is willing to tell me about their experiences regarding being skipped over during an event. Or, similarly, if anyone was affected by one and it didn't last the entire time; I know several people began to see through the latest one while it was still going on.

[Including himself, though he doesn't know if that's something that happens often or it was kind of a special case. He does know, though, that people sometimes get skipped over completely, and why that happens seems like a mystery worth looking into.

And, for a completely different subject--]

I also wanted to ask about how someone would go about getting more bullets, because I know they aren't stocked at the armoury. I'm not out yet, but I'd prefer to solve this issue before I am.

[Thinking ahead, and whatever. He'd had to use a lot more than expected during new arrival day this month.]

I heard something about a deal with Rage, but that doesn't seem to be an option right now, so I was hoping someone else might have an idea or be willing to trade for something.

[It's worth a shot, no pun intended.]

sweariff

[Broadcasting may as well be launching this thing into the sky on an exploratory trip to the moon, but in all honesty, it's not like Bigby has ever tried. Not like this. It's weird knowing that you hold something that can connect you to so many people in ways an ordinary phone can't without it being the slightest bit magical, but that's just technology for you. Either he keeps up or he flounders, and floundering in a place like this might as well be laying down to die. A little dramatic, maybe, but the point still stands.]

got a question a couple questions

[—And hoo boy, something tells him he's going to get sore fingers if he sticks with this, so uh. How about— Good, okay. Well, at least he can now safely say that recording with this thing isn't as intimidating as it looks. Small victory. For a few moments after the mic is switched on, Bigby lapses into an uneasy, thoughtful silence before finally and slowly speaking.]

There's no easy way to ask this, but it's been something I've been curious about the longer I've heard people talk about the — "gods", or whatever the hell they are. Magical assholes, sure, but. I get the feeling that for some of you they're a little more than that. [He sounds like he isn't sure if that's a good or bad thing.]

Magic isn't...all that special where I'm from, so to speak. Neither are wars like these where there's no easy way out for anyone and just about everyone's going to be dealt a shitty hand they didn't deserve. What I'm trying to say is that, when you're that scared, you'll wheel and deal just about every which way for a chance to win.

[He says it without much judgment. After all, he's speaking from experience. He'd be a big old hypocrite if he played the disdain card now.]

And what I'm asking is, I guess, how far any of you are willing to take this on their behalf. Even knowing that there's no guarantee they'll send any of us home when this ends, do you still want to take that chance? Or do any of you actually care about them and... [This would be a little more effective if the camera was on, so there's no real way to tell that Bigby is gesturing to his surroundings, save for the little pause he takes.] ...All of this?

[...Wow, he really does suck at articulating himself, huh. Serves him right for rambling.]

telephoning

[Sssssomeone is leaning a bit too close into the video feed that's just flicked on!

It's not Zoe. It's a man, though the resemblance is more than null, at least - scruffy, same huge, sunken blue eyes, wide over the kid-on-Christmas-morning smile ticking up ever more on his face as he holds the phone up 'n away a little bit, turns it horizontally, vertically, horizontally with two hands...

He snickers to himself, licking the inside of his cheek and bringing the phone down to a reasonable-ish position.

A high-pitched stage whisper.]

Hey!

[He gives the camera a poke and tap. Volume up a couple notches with a singsong and a side-to-side wave:]

Are we live?!

Damn it, Lucas, gimme that back...

Hee hee -- ! [Quick look over to Zoe offscreen!] Will when I'm done borrowin' it, just gimme a minute or two!

[There's Zoe's... side, as she comes up behind him, reaches in and over to catch 'im by surprise and yank it out of his hand, but...]

Mmmmwoop!

[There he goes, and there the video feed goes. It ain't aimed anymore; it'll be everywhere, up, down, waved.]

No, ya don't!

[And Zoe blows out a sigh and raggedly, wearily calls:] Daddy?!

Mama! Mama, look look look look! I can hold shit now, ha ha -- !

Zoe? Lucas, what's going on --

[Sharp:] He got my phone.

Ahhh, dear... [Binding exasperation.] -- Honey, would you please give your sister some rest now...?!

That's enough.

[And wope.

With the clamp of a hand around a wrist, the video feed fixes stable again. Aimed up at another fellow, a big guy in his fifties. He looks down at the phone. Swipes it up with his free hand, palm mostly-covering the camera, and passes it over to Zoe.

She mutters "thanks, Daddy", turns her back right on the scene of the two men startin' into an argument - "Don't you steal from your sister again." "She's gonna have to share for a while."]

That or I'm gonna have to nail this down...

[And with a lift, there Zoe herself is onscreen.

Looking like a woman who hasn't had anywhere near enough sleep for this.

She can't even fake a smile for the moment, or look into the camera; eyes are off to the side, listening to her parents and brother talk. About the revelation that kicked the little spat off, actually, trying to process the development.]

Sorry you all had to see that. [Tacking on an... obligatory explanatory note.] My... family, can be a handful.

[Not as bad as it could be. Alas.]

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