[Network Post] March into March!

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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: March 1st
WHAT: Zodiac Network Post
WARNINGS: None!

[Wherever you are, your phone will start to ring and vibrate. It doesn’t matter if your phone was off or on mute - it will ring anyway. Checking the phone, you'll see the Libra app has opened itself and will not close until you read and response to a new post from Zodiac]

Hello! Thank you for using the Libra App!

Just a few quick words today! First of all, we'd like to extend a congratulations to Horse! While Zodiac is looking into ways to return everyone to their homes, Horse took the initiative and found a way on her own! She truly showed that a can-do attitude truly is all you need to overcome barriers! We're proud of you, Horse, you're an inspiration to all of us, and we wish you the best wherever you may be.

But for the rest of you, don't worry! Zodiac is still here to monitor the situation and support you where it's needed. As we mentioned before, everyone on this app is experiencing unusual spirit readings. We've also found that this may cause some side effects such as a change in hair or eye color, new unusual body parts, new abilities and minor memory problems. So far there's no indication that these side effects are serious, so try not to worry about it! We promise to continue to keep you informed, as Zodiac values good and open communication.

Also, thank you for all your specimen donations last month! They will help in our understanding of how to utilize the Spirit Realm for the benefit of humanity.

Now, let's end things off with an icebreaker question!


This post has been sponsored by Mayfield Cafe! Come for the Sea-Salt Ice Cream, Stay for the Hedgehog Croquet!

[Users will have the option to choose their own display names and userpics if they haven't already. If nothing is chosen, the app will use their real name and a quick photo taken of them from their camera's phone. Like always, there'll be no responses from Zodiac]

Comments

[thavnairian]

genius? me? hardly! i'm just used to improvising in weird situations hahaha

i'll be there in half a bell, so just try to relax until then

[nefilim]

And I deeply appreciate your improvisation skills.

Alrighty, I'll see you soon!

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[thavnairian]

[Amal knocks on the door about forty minutes later. He's dressed in his usual white winter coat and not much else: gladiator-type stockings, red heels, and what looks like a red slip of a dress. He also has a big shopping bag on his elbow and three drinks from the nearest coffee shop in a cardboard holder.]

Ana! I'm here~

[nefilim]

[There's only a moment of delay before the door opens, Ana beaming brightly as she steps back and opens the door so he can step inside. The eyes meanwhile are just... floating around the room a bit, but it's fine.]

Hi Amal! Come in, come in~

[And once again she lowkey marvels at how he doesn't freeze - not that she can judge, considering her own outfit choice of an off-shoulder wrap dress and stockings. But she still has wings to keep herself warm!]

And I'm still amazed you're not freezing cold.

[thavnairian]

[He greets her with a big grin. His eyes follow the idle movement of her Wack Ass Angel Oculars, but to him, they're not terribly grotesque. Just strange. Definitely strange. They look more like some kind of ancient spell to him than some accident of fantasy anatomy.

He laughs lightly at her comment.]

Mind over matter! Though the coat helps.

[He sets the coffee carrier down on the counter.]

I wasn't sure how you and Zelos like your coffee, so I got two chais and a white mocha. The one with the A on it is mine-- it's got extra cinnamon, so watch out.

[He sheds his coat and finally reaches into his bag to start pulling out various lacy bras in black and red, though they're big enough to have some "coverage". If he looks like he just came from a club, it's because he did.]

So until you get a handle on your powers, I thought it might be easier for you if they were coordinated with your outfits. To that end I picked out colors I thought you'd like! [He holds up a bra.] Shall we get started?

[nefilim]

[The eyes only glance at Amal for a moment before drifting aimlessly once more - Ana squeezing her own eyes shut for a moment to reorient herself. This wouldn't be so bad if she had some semblance of control over them, but the changing directions on a mindless whim is aggravating.

But once he sets down the coffees, she immediately helps herself to the mocha, completely unashamed of her sweet tooth as she sips at it. Though ah... it dawns on her that due to Zelos' condition that he may not be able to drink anything, but it's also not her place to say; having sworn herself to secrecy.

So she remains silent as he takes out the bras, smiling just a little how he tried to match to her tastes. As well as lowkey wonder if he came here straight from his work...]

Well, those certainly are colours that I like. You know my tastes pretty well.

[She flashes him another grin, before placing her drink down.]

Right, just give me a moment to to wrangle the. Eyes. Wrangle the eyes, that sounds so weird...

[But wrangle she does, even if it does involve hopping onto the couch to motion down the ones floating towards the ceiling. At least they cooperate, staying floating within the barrier of her arms with only minimal attempts to drift away.]

[thavnairian]

[He bows with a flourish, though it's less like a gentleman and more jester-like when it comes from Amal.]

Lucky guess!

[He laughs lightly at the expression.] That's definitely an... interesting turn of phrase. [He waits with his feet on the floor until the first eye is in range, and then he clasps a lacy red-ribboned bra around it so the cup obscures the eyeball. And the cup on the back should take care of any omnidirectional weirdness... maybe... he hopes... These things seem to defy physics.]

How's that?

[nefilim]

[Look in her eyes he's the perfect gentleman!

And as he laughs at her little remark, Ana flashes him another grin as she keeps herding the eyes.]

You can always count on me to make things interesting. [Once she brings the eyes over, she stands back a bit as the bra is wrapped around the eye, trying not to frown at the... odd shifting of lace swimming across her vision. But then darkness soon obscures it, and it's still strange but...

Her eyes close briefly as she adjusts to the change, before taking a breath and beaming at Amal. And then chuckling when she takes in the eye in its new look.]

Much better, though I think I'll stay inside a bit longer. Not sure how I'll explain this!

[thavnairian]

[Her laugh is rare, he thinks, but he likes it. Obviously dealing with this weird power and not being able to control it has taken a bit of a toll, so he's always happy to bring a spot of sunshine back indoors where she's been hiding.]

All I can say is: the last time I met a lady with more than two eyes she tried to kill me, so this is a nice change.

[He stuffs another eyeball into a black bra and lets it go.]

You could say you're bird-sitting. [He clears his throat and puts on a more feminine voice with a posh accent.] "Oh, these? They're lace-front lorikeets from Australia, I doubt you've ever heard of them..."

[nefilim]

[It's been taking a toll more than she would like to admit - she's not ashamed of what she is, but reminders of how monstrous her heritages is aren't great things to wake up to in the morning.

But for now, at least, she can just ignore all that as she watches Amal put bras on the eyes; still snickering under her breath as she reaches into the bag to help.]

Don't worry, you're completely safe with me. And I also know the feeling, things with a lot of eyes tend not to like me much.

[And now with three eyes bra-ified, the general feeling of nausea has abated a bit. It's not completely better, but at least her vision is obscured in all the other directions.

She mumbles "bird-sitting" in response, only to then blink owlishly at his words. Quiet for a moment, before she snorts and bursts into laughter - shoulder shaking as she gathers herself, giggling a little still as she puts on an accent as well. Considering her accent is still faintly there, it's easy enough to ham that up to Obnoxiously French.]

"Ooooh, they're an endangered species, darling. They've been hunted for their beautiful coats, such a sad story! Of course, you wouldn't know about this~"

[thavnairian]

[He reaches out to take the last bra needed, only to be completely taken off guard by the hammy French accent. Despite all the elves he knows having French names, they don't have an accent quite like that; it's part of why he likes listening to Ana talk. But this? This is peak comedy.

Ana is genuinely funny, and it earns her Amal's first breathless, helpless, keeled-over laughter since he got here months ago.]

It's— [BREATHE.] It's the daaaaaarling that got me. Gods, that was...

[Okay give him a minute. He's bracing himself on the couch. In, out. Okay. He straightens after a minute and grabs one more bra, this one a lacy red with little black hearts all over it.]

All right. Last one. [He wrangles it with (gentle) gusto and clasps the bra around its weird all-seeing-ness.]

There you go. Problem solved... momentarily. Hopefully they stop flying around everywhere and let you get some rest.

[nefilim]

[Seeing Amal laugh like that - really truly laugh - stuns Ana for a moment, blinking at him as he doubles over. She can't really remember the last time she made someone laugh like that, but it's nice... And then she starts to laugh as well, shoulders shaking from the force from it as he holds onto the couch for support.]

You're welcome, I'm here all week! [And she only laughs harder, cheeks starting to ache from her grin.] C'mon Amal, deep breaths!

[She's still chuckling a little once the last eye is bound up, the feedback of... well, darkness welcome after the sensory overload of the last day.]

Thanks, Amal. At least maybe now I might be able to nap, trying to sleep while also seeing is not a fun experience.

[And it is funny to watch these eyeballs covered in bras floating around.]

And hopefully now Zelos will stop whining about how weird they are.

[thavnairian]

Deep breaths, got it! [He's trying! And as they finish up, he adjusts his little dress and brushes his hands together like a job well done. Personally, he thinks this might be one of his more genius ideas. He's not book smart so he'll take clever where he can get it. He just hopes it's enough to give Ana some peace.]

I don't sleep with my eyes open so I can imagine it's awful.

[He laughs.]

I'm afraid they're still kind of weird. But at least you can assure him that you won't be able to see him scratching his ass across the room.