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[goodweather]

[There's a sharp shuffling noise as the camera turns on and the mic is buffeted, sharp black paws adjusting the frame and making sure it's stable. The poster's face isn't visible yet, turned down as it is, at the keys of a piano.

When he sits down at the bench, he finally comes into view. Those who know him might not recognize the face, transformed by the exalted Cordis as it is, but they'd recognize the voice. Phil is a soot-black fox with (strangely enough) his usual shock-white hairstyle on top, elegant golden markings all over. All of them seem to resemble weather symbols, from snowflakes to air front maps. He waves. Like any good news presenter, his air in front of the camera is poised, fluid, and confident.]

Hey, folks. Phil Connors here. Two things real quick: I finally got a job at one of the local stations! It's Channel 2, I'll be live for the morning weather forecast on the weekdays. Don't be surprised when you see my handsome mug. [Wink.]

Two, I've been working on a lot of music--sorry to anybody who lives in the same building as me. It's for a good cause. From the 16th through to the 18th, I'll be playing at a number of restaurants and clubs throughout Level 1 and Level 2 of Lunatia. Not too many, but some. There's a text file attached to this post with a list.

[He turns to the keyboard, stretches his shoulders, and rolls his neck.] That's all. If you want a taste of what I'll be playing, feel free to stick around.

[He lays his hands on the keyboard, and starts to play. It's a peaceful sort of jazz sound, one of smoky, rainy nights outside a bar in the city; the sound swells and flows, no excitement but plenty of intrigue, and, well... Phil is skilled, to be sure. Who knew?

When the song stops and his hands drift off of the keys, he grins towards the camera with all the easy confidence in the world.] Thanks for watching.


((ooc: embarrassingly, belateldy, i realize i should have linked the log post here oops))

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[brawlcreed]

[He's never come across an exalted Cordis before, but if that's anything like that blessing they got after the underwater stuff, Jacob has a very good idea what it may be like. Good thing this is just a video.

Though he is still curious. His own Cordis traits make him twitchy, wanting to prowl and play. He flashes a grin, showing off his sharper teeth]

Ah. Well, you will be doing that, I'm sure.

[goodweather]

[Oh ho, bit fiery, are we? He likes it.

In truth, he doesn't quite know what he's doing with these powers, only that he's doing it well enough for his purposes. He's pretty much operating on instinct when it comes to this magic stuff. Most days, Phil is just a dude.]

You know it. [Wink.]

I have a question, if you don't mind. What's 1868 like for you?

[brawlcreed]

It's great. Evie and I-- that's my twin sister-- we just got knighted by Queen Victoria. And we live on a train, so we travel around the whole city as much as we like.

Sometimes we race carriages. My favorite is when we go against the train in a race.

[goodweather]

[His eyes widen.] Oh, shit. Congratulations on the knighting, Sir... hm. I never got your name.

That all sounds pretty exciting. I assume you get the most out of it?

[brawlcreed]

Jacob Frye.

[He grins, his cat teeth more pronounced and his eyes flashing] Oh, yes. Topping-- that's the guy who runs the races-- he gets a cut, but he give the rest to us. Though really just participating is fun enough for me. I like the challenge.

[goodweather]

Sir Jacob Frye. It's wonderful to meet you.

Topping? [He raises a brow.] Is that a nickname?

[brawlcreed]

Just Jacob is all right. [Though the cat part of him is looking very pleased hearing his title]

Sorry, no, that's his surname. Robert Topping. I'm just used to calling him Topping. I did think of calling him "Bob" for a bit, but we've got a Bob working on our train, so it'd be a bit confusing.

[goodweather]

Ah, alright. That's fair.

I've never thought about trains as a place to live, but I suppose if people can live in trailers, the same can be said for those... though the difference in maintenance is pretty big, I think.

[brawlcreed]

Agnes takes care of all that for us.

I do miss the train sometimes, but I don't mind having an actual apartment. I've got more space to myself, where on the train I've got to share with Evie.

[goodweather]

Ah. See, having someone dedicated to the maintenance makes a difference.

I imagine you would have a pretty fair amount of space to yourself on a train, unless I'm misunderstanding its length? Or number of inhabitants?

[brawlcreed]

Well, you know, there's the dining car. All our books take up quite a bit of space, and our supplies. Then our associates ride along with us sometimes. And there's only the one bed, so Evie or I sleep on the couch.

[Mostly Jacob, let's be honest]

Living here has given me a good idea what'll be like once Evie's off with her husband.

[goodweather]

[Sleeping on the couch... he can imagine the quarreling.]

She's takin' off soon, huh? Guessing that'll give you a little more leg room around the train.

[brawlcreed]

I suppose so.

[He's lived for over a month now without his twin, so he's more prepared for it. But he still doesn't look entirely thrilled at the idea of going back home]

Ah. Anyway. Your music. I'll be in the audience.

forgot to link the log when i made this post... --;; no pressure to tag in but its here just in case

[goodweather]

Ah, right. I look forward to seeing you there.

Catch you later, then.

[He gives a last wave with a black paw before signing off.]