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[The video's not very clear when it comes on; it's dark and gloomy, showing hints of thick dust and cobwebs--a glimpse of a window reveals deep fog--and then it shifts to Rita's wide-eyed face. When she speaks, she's trying very hard to pretend she's calm...and failing pretty horribly.]

I-is anyone else stuck in this weirdo place? I mean, it's not like I need help or anything, but-

[A loud creak and sudden clatter of footsteps interrupts her, the shutters to the window abruptly blowing open, and she jumps with a yelp.] Aah--! Uh--it's not sc--just where's the exit, already?!

[Maybe realizing that the video's still recording her little freak-out, she quickly shuts it off.]

[ooc: Tags slow forever. ._. Sorry!]

Ugh, what a pain! I can't get anything done like this!

--Hey, get back here!

[Rita is more interested in grabbing for some floating tools and equipment than the fact that she's wearing a short skirt with no gravity. She's used to it...]

[The first thing seen is stomping feet--mismatched boots and tights, obviously Rita's--pacing furiously in the study. Pacing isn't something she normally does, but with this much nervous energy and frustration to work off-]

I can't believe he left like that...That jerk. [She mutters angrily, and finally raises the device to speak into it like she originally intended.] The old man's gone! He's left the City, and he didn't even say a single goodbye, complaint, or even a perverted comment!

[And with that, she chucks a book onto the floor, fumes for a moment, and kicks a bookshelf for good measure.]

[ooc: As stated, backdated to yesterday! Raven's gone, and Rita's cursed...So advance apologies for anyone she rages at.]

Okay, all those--things, or decorations, or whatever they're supposed to be out there--it looks ridiculous! If that's all part of your "Halloween" holiday, then I don't want any part of it. Who dresses up in costumes just to ask for candy, anyway?

...

...A-and, hey...Did everyone make it through? I've heard some people are still missing, so--If you're around, just say something, okay? Or if you need help or something.

[ooc: The City's creepy Halloween decorations do not...sit well with Rita. she's not scared of ghosts! Also seriously, she's worried about all her friends.]

Ugh! This awful--this noise--

--all day, everywhere--just hammering!

Midnight's...almost there, but--can't get rid of this--h-hammer--

I swear, if midnight doesn't...doesn't come fast enough, I'll--I'm going to hammer it! OUT OF MY HEAD!

[Rita's brain slug does not enjoy this attack, City! It's spazzing out and is seriously contemplating that hammer to the head. Though whether that last shout was really the slug or Rita herself, well...who knows? :)]

[ooc: And probably actually going to bed soon, so late replies.]

Those..things yesterday--why the hell did the City let something like that loose? N-not that they were scary or anything. They weren't so tough against a few fireballs...I think we might need to replace a couple things in the house...

[The last part is muttered, but audible. Rita knows she's probably in for an earful for using magic in the house again.]

Did everyone else make it through all right? Euphie, Natalia?

[OOC: Whether or not she blew up anything major (appliances, walls, etc) can be left up to housemates. Otherwise, it'll just be a couple small things like a light or a window.]

[The communicator flickers on to focus on Rita, who looks tired and a bit spaced-out. All the excitement of coming to the City catching up with her, perhaps?]

Hey, did someone start growing a flower garden in here or something? All I can smell are roses, and they're giving me a headache.

[She sleepily rubs at her eyes then pauses, mildly confused. She inspects her hand, and one might see rose-red rings on her fingers.]

Huh? Is there something...I never had allergies to anything before--wait, is something burning?

[Of course, the device can't exactly transmit the smell, but smoke is starting to waft around the room. Rita frantically starts rummaging around and looking for the source.]

Where is this coming from? A-ow, that kind of...

[Suddenly, her hands burst into flames. She's momentarily stunned at her spontaneous combustion but recovers enough to do something about it, grabbing a blanket and smothering out the flames. She's pretty alert now, at least.]

What the hell just happened?! Is this one of those...w-wait!

[Another tendril of smoke starts to creep up. Rita wastes no time now, a blue magic circle appearing at her feet as she casts a spell.]

O caprice of innocent waters...Champagne!

[The spring of water forms beneath her feet, bubbling forth a small stream that halts the smoke. Rita sighs shakily, about to turn back to her device, when the smoke returns once again.]

C-come on! Stop it, already!

[OOC: Will be backtagging when I get in from work AGAIN sob. Anyway, her nursery rhyme is Ring Around the Rosy, which this handy site going around suggests refers to the bubonic plague. Too bad the City doesn't feel like waiting to cremate you...]