designedtoparty: (I think I'm taller)
[Somehow, Nathan has got hold of a clipboard. He lounges on Eden's couch for a while, staring intently at the clipboard as though the video's an accident. It isn't, however. Which becomes apparently when Nathan sits himself up, as though to make an important announcement. He'd almost seem formal if it wasn't for his casual jeans and t-shirt.]

Ladies of the City! Preferably between the ages of 16 and 30. I'm here to show you the man of your dreams.

A while ago I promised my good friend Campbell I'd help get him laid by a lady who wasn't a serial killer. Seeing how his birthday is coming up and everything, I thought now would be a good time to live up to my word and give him that.

So, if you've managed to avoid killing someone, are relatively good looking and of the female persuasion, please step right up. I have a few questions to ask you... [At that he taps the clipboard meaningfully. Then he shrugs, dropping it on his lap.] But really, so long as you meet those three requirements, I'm sure you're probably fine.
designedtoparty: (cross dressing and foursomes)
[In an interesting incident of a device actually hating the other person involved more than its owner, the video flips on, inconveniently, as per usual. It's Chris' room, if you're used to recognising it, and his bed, and him IN the bed, draped over another person.

Luckily for the Network, no bits are exposed, however, enough shoulder and back and at least one leg is showing to indicate nakedness of both bodies. His, and (evident instantly from the device in question, if not also the hair) Nathan's bodies.

At this point, Nathan is just waking up. Raising his head a little, he grimaces, trying to shove Chris off him.]


Jesus. Did you put on weight? I remember you being a lot less heavy last-- [Pause. Is that...? His voice rises a few pitches as he finishes that sentence.] night?

[Chris had a busy night. He's tired. It takes him a while to register anything. His death grip gets actually WORSE momentarily as he moans tiredly.] Mmmmnnnrrrff...can't be work yet...don' wanna-- [And then he opens his eyes a bleary crack because something doesn't seem right. What was yesterday? Something happened yesterday. Nathan is slim enough that it takes another moment for it to really hit and then he pulls his arm away, his expression still dopey but horrified-dopey.] I din't....I weren't even... [And then he tries to get away, half functioning, and falls right out of the bed, landing with a thump on the side opposite the camera. There is a muffled "Ow."

Nathan cringes, clambering over to peer over the edge of the bed. Luckily for any potential viewers, Nathan's still tangled enough in the sheets he remains unexposed.]
Weren't even a man? Are those the words you're looking for? Because you sure as hell didn't look like one from where I was standing.

[Chris' words are quiet enough, even with a bed in the way of him and the microphone.] I weren't. An' I didn't think I was one neither, okay?!

Oh, sure. [Judging by his tone, Nathan's very suspicious.] So, this isn't some kind of weird gay plot, trying to turn me into a queer?

I'm not a poof! You would've known if I weren't a bird last night anyway, wouldn't you. [Or not talking about that, actually because it DIDN'T HAPPEN.] If it's a plot, it's the deities, an' it hasn't bloody WORKED, alright?!

And what if it was an illusion? You wouldn't be the first man to try and mislead me in this area. Although I'll be the first to admit you did it better than most.

Hey, if you still had the body you did last night, I might even have suggested we go another round.


[....silence. For a bit. Chris is giving Nathan an even more horrified expression than the previous one, even if you can't see it with the bed in the way.] Jus'......jus'......can we not talk about that? Ever? [He gets up onto his knees, still sort of hunched over, to grab the duvet and drape it over and around himself before standing up and heading for the door, trying not to even look at Nathan. He stops offscreen to turn around and speak tersely.] Y'need t' get out, too. An' quietly, like.

[Nathan is not best pleased by Chris' lack of reaction.] What, so that's it? You're not even going to offer me breakfast? [Sliding off the bed, Nathan scrabbles around for his boxer shorts. He gets dressed mostly offscreen, though he isn't quiet about it, intentionally banging into the wall a few times. Lastly, he goes to pick up his device. Which is when he notices it recording. He grins, because clearly that's hilarious, then calls offscreen.]

Hey, cop feller! I think I may have been filming.


[Offscreen, there is a squeak from Chris.] Whaaaaatt?!?!?

[ooc; Green is Chris, Orange is Nathan. All responses will be set a little bit later, when Nathan's out of there and Chris has stopped freaking out.]
designedtoparty: (who am I?)
[Nathan, who's made sure the camera is far enough back to show off his entire body, is kitted out in a denim mini skirt and a skimpy spaghetti top. It also looks as though there may be a badly stuffed bra underneath that. He's barefooted at the moment, but there's a stray strappy sandle next to one of his feet.

Besides him is a fox, wearing a pink, lacy bra.]


City! As a good friend of mine once told me, "every man dies, but not every man really lives". Which is why, now my soul has presented herself to me, I have decided to embrace the truth and live my life as a woman. I can't lie to myself any longer. Not when the truth's right there in front of me.

Now, boys... I know it's tempting, but just so you know, I am definitely a lesbian. So, no touching.

And thank you, inner fox lady, for revealing this to me.

[Bending down, Nathan gives the fox a sloppy kiss on the nose. She looks smug, giving his cheek an equally sloppy lick.]

Now all you need is a new name. Maybe one of them can think one up?

Nah. Fuck 'em. I can think of my own name. Anyway, you're forgetting surgery.

Naming seems easier. And less painful.

Hey, you know what they say. You can't have pussy without having some pain.

[With a grin, Nathan disconnects the feed.]

[ooc; Nathan will be affected by Daemon Day for the entire weekend. Orange text is his daemon, regular text is Nathan. And, no. He didn't pay for those clothes. So if police types want to have had reports of Nathan not-so-subtly hanging around with a fox making off with women's clothing, feel free. \o>]

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