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[Nathan is slouching around Seth's flat, eating what is hopefully a relatively fresh pizza and occasionally flicking pieces of it at the iguana he's 'saved' from its tank. Can iguanas eat pizza? Nathan assumes they can. What species doesn't eat pizza?]

Sorry to interrupt all the job hunting going on here, but I've got a problem a bit bigger than you sorting out a steady income when we all know the City turnover rate means that most places'll hire you without even giving you an interview.

Any of you lot seen Barry? Or heard him. He doesn't tend to like being seen. If you've heard any heavy breathing in the last few days but didn't see anyone to go with it, that's probably him. I'm pretty sure he has mental break downs if he's outside too long, so he's probably inside one of your bedrooms. He doesn't normally hurt anyone, so if you want to have a quick feel around in case he is there, be my guest. I'll even try and get him out for you.

If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother. It's just weird for him to be out of his room so long. He's one of those back-by-eleven sort of guys who still worries about being grounded if he stays out all night. I can't seem to get in touch with Alisha, either, so I'm starting to worry he's murdered her, or something.

[Nathan is slouched with his hood up in Eden's bathroom a secret location. This was not the Halloween he was hoping for.]

Okay, so when we're all done reenacting Cannibal Holocaust, can we please go back to treating this holiday with a bit of respect? The only thing we should be eating here is pussy. [Oh, wait. Forgetting something.] And chocolate. Preferably together.

I mean, come on. What is Halloween if not an excuse to dress like a retard and pick up cheap, slutty chicks in even cheaper bars? I should not have to worry about weird zombie curses today of all days.

[One of Bro's yellow smuppets fills the screen. The rear end, if you want to get specific. When the smuppet's pulled back, the screen's back to monochrome, Nathan looking more than a little traumatised.]

What the fuck is this? It's horrifying. I mean, who wants to go for their morning piss to find this staring at them from behind the loo?

Is it some kind of puppet sex toy, or what? Its nose looks like a bloody dildo. Is that a nose? [Nathan pauses to poke at it suspiciously.] I bet there's anus sewn into its ass somewhere. Not that I'm planning on actually checking that. Fuck knows what some pervert's been doing with this thing. I bet there's months old spunk still up there.

[Rant apparently over, Nathan drops his arm so he's not waving the smuppet at the screen, scratching his cheek almost thoughtfully.]

I'll tell you what, though. I'm pissing yellow again. So, I guess something came out of this. You know, besides scarring me for the rest of my life.

[Nathan is hanging out at a bar, just waiting for the chance to take advantage of today's curse. Judging by the bright pink lipstick smear up his face and his smug grin, he's already been successful at least once. Or... just once. But that's not something he's about to admit.]

They really should have curses like this more often.

[There's a pause as he thinks on that one.] Or maybe curses that are a little more fulfilling. There are only so many times a man can take being left high and dry, you know.

[ooc; If you want action, feel free to switch it to whatever location you want. He's just going anywhere crowded today.]

[At first the only visible are his teeth, lips drawn back in a grimace as Nathan tries to concentrate. There's a string of mozzarella stuck there. But, hey. Be fair. He was eating.

Getting the idea he's recording, Nathan holds the camera further away from him. Hey there, City. Did you miss this face? Tough luck if you didn't. You're getting it anyway. The top part of his tux is also visible. He certainly looks like he's doing better for himself than the last time he was here. Irritated, Nathan pulls a face at the camera, picking the mozzarella out of his teeth.]

Seriously? This couldn't have waited a few hours? I'm a busy man. I'm supposed to be shooting myself in... [He looks down at his watchless wrist with a squint.] Less than five. And I really can't risk taking any time where I might talk myself out of it. Those TV guys are already pissed off with me. Yeah, there's that whole memory wipe thing, but suicide takes a very specific mindset. I've been working myself up to this all day! And yesterday. Sort of.

[Disgruntled sigh.] There's no way I'm getting laid if I don't go through with this. [He looks at the camera, pleadingly.] Do you really want to take that away from me?

[ooc; Nathan is back and updated to the start of the Christmas special! Only... now he's cursed with A Road Not Taken for the weekend and his memories are of the AU fame timeline in 2x06. He'll remember this event when he's back to normal, but his memories of the timeline itself will be fuzzy.]