misterblackbird | Entry 500; Day 898

Current Location: Opera Abandoned

Entry 500; Day 898

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[The image snaps out of oblivion and darkness, but there's not much to see: just light and shadow, alternating, a little darkness, a little light, things too near to the lens to really make sense, possibly a passing shirt collar, an ear going by, the same glimpses repeating a few times. And while there isn't much to see, but there's a lot to hear: more shuffling, ruffling, sliding, moving sounds than one might know what to do with. It's as though someone has the camera very near to his face, but is moving all the while, and doing...something.

Perhaps this video is entirely accidental. Yes, yes it must be. After all, when that left ear goes past again (after the whole of the left side of the face), one can see that it is wearing a small jet earring. For those who know it, it may be quite recognizable. After all, Cain wears such an earring. And, given these brief glimpses, it seems the person (one must assume it to be a person) in such close quarters with the Network device has the same dark hair and pale skin that Cain does. And he isn't inclined to make accidental video posts (or video posts at all). Certainly not doing anything quite like this...

Yes, it's most certainly Cain, as can be seen when he pulls back from the Network device fully to regard it a moment, blinking green-gold-green cat-like eyes at it. He considers the device carefully for a little while...only to lean back in to it again and--what is he doing? From what one can see from the camera's view, it seems that he's rubbing the sides of his face, his jaw, and his temples all along the corners and edges of the Network device. Over and over and over again. And looking (as best one can see) quite content as he does this.

And this continues for no little while until, as accidentally as the recording was begun in the first place, it is ended: he, very fortunately, managed to hit the "end" button in all of this. And, with that, the video drops away into darkness again with a snap--]
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[ooc: Cat-like typing detec--wait a minute D: Suddenly! An inversion! The Network device is Cain's and no one else's and he's going to make sure of that. By rubbing his face all over it. Obviously. (Ever had a cat do this to your computer?) I feel quite certain he will have done this to Riff and Merry and everything that he regards as "his" all day... I really hope he hasn't been licking Kassandra and Noir. I really, truly do...]

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Well, you did say that acting like your cats seemed like a fine idea somehow.

And you've never found yourself inspired by a fellow creature?

Not to take a nap, I don't think.

That seems rather a shame, I think.

Perhaps it's simply that I haven't had Kassandra and Noir to inspire me before.

You do have Snowdrop, though, don't you? Hasn't she inspired you?

I do, but she's still quite cautious around me, even after all this time. Darting and hiding isn't quite as inspirational, I'm afraid.

Perhaps it isn't, unless one needs to dart and hide. Sleeping in the sunlight does seem more immediately appealing, if one can spare the time.

I suppose there isn't much reason to dart and hide at all today, no. I suppose I ought to be thankful for that.

It's a shame the sun won't wait; I'd thought I might stop by and say hello, but it sounds as though you'll be otherwise occupied this afternoon.

I suppose we all ought to be.

Yes, but I won't be going anywhere, even if I am a bit occupied. You might still pay a call. I'd be glad to see you.

Oh, but I'd hate to disrupt your afternoon of inspired napping. You're certain it won't be troublesome?

There will be other naps to be had, I feel certain. It won't be troublesome in the least. As I said, I'd be very glad to see you.

Well, if you're certain, then I'll be by soon.

[Granted, her thought that she ought to stop by began roughly when she first started to suspect that he might be cursed, but she's not mentioning that.]

It won't take long, now that I've my Rollerblades out again.

I'm very certain.

You didn't have them out before?

[ooc: My ongoing cold is demanding that I sleep soon--are you okay with backdating some of this?]

Well, out from the edge of my closet and down near the front door, for the summer. I expect I'll be using them much more often now, that's all.

[OOC: Augh, that cold! Yes, backdating is definitely okay, and feel better soon!]

I see. I had thought for a moment you might have lost them in your room somehow.

[ooc: Thanks... I just can't seem to shake it. It's awful ;; I'm going to try and feel better soon. Because this is awful.]

Oh, no, I just moved them, that's all. Now I don't have to carry them up and down the stairs every time I want to take them out and about.

[OOC: Lots and lots of juice and rest! /hugs]

A far better arrangement for things, I think.

[ooc: Thanks ;;]

I thought so, too, thank you.

[And the camera is now bouncing along as she makes her way down toward the aforementioned door to strap on her skates.]

But, you know, if you were trying to wear them from your room to the door, you might have just carried them, all the same.

[For no apparent reason, Cain seems to ended up in his favorite red chair, flopped on his side, curled up in the seat... Rather, well, like a cat.]

[She actually stops in place a minute, just taking in this new pose, and then shakes it off and gets back on her way. The camera shifts to take in a nice view of the ceiling when she sets it down to pull on her skates, but soon enough she reappears again.]

I'm sorry, what was that? Oh, the door. No, goodness, I don't think I'd ever be daring enough to try that; I have enough trouble with stairs as it is, without trying to tackle them with wheels on my feet on top of it.

I suppose it is a little like keeping an umbrella near to the door, then.

It is, quite a bit. All right, then, I'm on my way.

[And with that, she takes off skating with practiced ease; with the help of the additional speed afforded by her skates, it doesn't take her long to arrive at the Opera House at all.]

[Do just come up. Cain's not inclined to answer the door, having curled up in a bit of a pile with Kassandra and Noir in the interval.]

[Being a polite guest, she does take off her Rollerblades before even approaching the door, and carefully stashes them out of the way before pulling on a decent pair of real shoes and going to investigate.

Were it not for the fact that she's visited here roughly a thousand times before--and, granted, the fact that there's a curse today--she might be loath to walk right in without being greeted; as it is, she only hesitates a little before trying the door, poking her head in, and making sure she's not about to be mauled by He-Who-Kills before heading up toward Cain's room.]

Hello?

[She's on her fourth repetition of the greeting by the time she makes it to his door, peering around the doorjamb like the tentative guest she is.]

Hello, I'm here...

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