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[personal profile] skeletonenigma
[Skulduggery's at the Hotel console, looking exactly the same as he did when he went missing a month ago. He's impeccably dressed in a suit, hat, scarf, and coat - and also happens to be a living skeleton, for those new to the turtle. 'Back from the dead' has new and interesting connotations where he's concerned.

It's April 1st. It's a little past dinnertime. Skulduggery takes a moment or two, once the video turns on, before he speaks. He sounds the same as ever, too - Irish, his voice as smooth as velvet.]


I promise, I don't do this on purpose.

[That's directed at... a lot of people, actually. Pepper. Solomon. Cain. Raine. Anton. Erskine. Honestly, anyone who's not so much relieved at his return than annoyed.]

It looks like I missed quite a bit. Someone died, someone didn't die, everyone's blaming everyone else, and now we have a person or persons unknown trying to assassinate every prominent kedan in the city. On top of that, I heard something about an earthquake and power outages. Does anyone know more than the barest details about any of this? And if they do, would they be willing to share it?

[He reaches out to end the feed, then pauses.]

Oh, and why is all the furniture on the ceiling?

[OOC: Feel free to approach Skulduggery in person at the console if you're in the Hotel!]
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[personal profile] thatched
[There is a low hum in a continuous note as if someone is trying to find pitch. And then not long after.]

Haaaaappy birthday to hic me. [sloshing liquid sounds] Happy birthday toooo me! Happy one year closer to being old and decrepiiiiiit [more sloshing] Happy birthday toooooooo [and he rises in pitch, almost like a howl before there is a crash as if he's fallen into something]

Me.

hic


Any lovely ladies wanna spend my last few hours with me? It'll be extra fun I promise.

[if he sounds as drunk as a lord, that is wrong. He's as drunk as a pirate, which is much worse. Feel free to see your new resident seven foot slosh stumbling around dressed in boxer shorts, pair of sabers at his belt, a yellow scarf tied around his neck and a big bottle of some unidentifiable drink swinging from his hand as he sways down the street]
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[personal profile] fierybluebird
IT'S SPRING?!

WHY IS IT SPRING?!

WHY IS IT ALWAYS SPRING?!

[Apparently some new guy is pissed about the weather.] Do you have any idea what it does to man's senses to feel that much life around? [A bunch of birds chirping around him and singing, begin to land on his head and shoulders, so he takes down the yelling.] I mean you probably don't, yoi. But it's very -- [He seems distracted more and more by the birds whistling to him, like he's actually listening, and then quietly pets their heads.] It's very annoying, yoi. [He seems less and less annoyed...]

And not just any spring, oh no. The start of spring. [Literally just nuzzles a bird happily. So annoyed. Clearly....] The worst kind.

I need about a ten ton bag of seed and all the colored paper I can get. Anyone up for some flower origami crowns?

Aye, I know! Yes you are the cutest! [Gushing to one of the birds and starting to devolve a little into whistling himself, before he has the presence of mind to force a grumpy look at the camera and shut it off.]

[At which point he can be found wandering around wearing about fifteen birds and talking to them. And occasionally looking for an empty barrel to kick.]

[Stupid spring, yoi.]
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