video;

[wearingguess]

[ late in the afternoon, there's a video post on prismagram from 1stQadrMargaFan... ]

—Ah! I believe it is working. Hello!

Although I have been here for... some small time now, I have yet to introduce myself to the users of Prismagram at large. So I am doing so now. I am Titus Alexius! No doubt we shall be well met.

[ neither the facial features nor the voice is particularly definitive as gender presentations go, but perhaps the name serves as enough of a hint that he is, in fact, a dude. at the moment, he's lounging on something or other while the camera hovers over him. ]

To be honest, I also just felt like talking to someone. And what is better than talking to someone if not talking to a great many someones at once?

You know, it is a little hard to tell since the people here are typically very kind to me anyway, but I have noticed that I become quite a bit more popular during Cordis moon cycles. And perhaps it is my imagination, but I believe even that effect may be heightened currently. I wonder whether it's because of how silky and majestic my tails are!... or perhaps they are simply mirroring my energy, since I too have been feeling immensely fond of... [ he frowns thoughtfully ] ...well, everyone.

Speaking of my tails, I had to completely destroy some of my clothing to accommodate them! It really is lucky money is so easy to get here. But look! [ he sits up, and the camera moves around behind him as though on an expertly controlled drone. the new angle shows off his tails, which really are something, even if the number of other people affected by all this means they're not exactly one of a kind. (or nine of a kind.) they're a burnished golden color at the base that fades into snowy white, then blood red... and their level of fluffiness is unreal. this change in the view also shows off his outfit, which includes something drapey and white, elbow-length lace gloves that madonna probably wore at some point during the virgin tour, and orange glitter jelly sandals. it also reveals the silver rapier that he's waving around somewhat languidly; it's these movements that seem to be controlling the device, sort of like a magical selfie stick.

soon he flops back down and the camera takes it place hovering over his face. ]

Anyway, I suppose that's... ah.

[ something occurs to him abruptly, which evidently breaks his concentration and causes the device to fall out of the air onto his face.

after a moment, the jumbled image rights itself; he's now holding the device in one hand (and covering his unfortunate nose with the other). ]

Pictures! I need someone who can make pictures. Please respond if you are capable of this.

Oh, and also, as you can see, my magic is somewhat less reliable than usual at the moment. I am certain it's because I have not been moonlacing enough, so please respond if you are capable of that, too.

[ and the video ends! ...but the event catch-all was only just beginning.]

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[antipatheia]

It was lacking the kind of warmth that I needed, so I sought out something else when the opportunity presented itself. You can't blame a man for wanting to get a leg up in the world, can you?

[ There was the click of his tongue, Diego shaking his head slightly. ]

I don't enjoy following them, but they are a necessary evil in this case. You won't get the address from me, but I'll compromise and agree to meet you somewhere.

Deal?

[wearingguess]

A "leg up"? By moving apartments? I have no idea what you are talking about.
...Oh, you know. Back in my own world, when the second year began at the academy, there was apparently one room that was nicer than all the others. My followers thought I deserved to have it, so they threw everything in the hall and dragged out the students who had been assigned to live there.
Was it, perhaps, something a bit like that?

Anyway, where shall we meet?

[antipatheia]

Similar, in a way...

[ Followers? Maybe he'd underestimated this kid, perhaps he was supposed to have met him. Fate and all that. He fell quiet for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully before closing his eyes. ]

There's a place not that far from the square on level 1 that does an excellent tea, I trust you have the Chroma to cover your part if we meet there?

[wearingguess]

[ ah, it does bring back memories...
what are connie and pinocchio up to now, he wonders. they were pretty unpleasant in a couple different ways, but they sure knew how to make a guy feel appreciated. ]

Oh? Probably.
And if not, there is an easy solution.

[antipatheia]

[ He was already on his way out of the apartment, but that still didn't stop him from being curious as to what meant by easy solution. He stopped for a moment, staring at the screen before leaning in just a little. ]

And what's that, then? Your easy solution?

[wearingguess]

What a thing to ask! Obviously, if either of us comes up short, we will just generate more—by hugging, perhaps, or holding hands... if it is only a tea, a simple high-five will probably do.

[antipatheia]

[ He could have protested, really, but Chroma was Chroma and it didn't matter if it came from a weird former neighbour. ]

A high-five might have to suffice, then. I'll meet you there shortly.

[ It was with that he cut the feed, traveling the rest of the way to secure a place to sit. He could at least be comfortable if he was going to meet with someone he wasn't sure he wanted to actually spend time with; then again it had been fun to push his buttons before... ]

[wearingguess]

Suit yourself!

[ people who don't want hugs... really do exist. strange but true.

anyway titus arrives! ]

Have you ordered?

[antipatheia]

[ Very strange but true indeed, Titus. By the time that he'd arrived Diego already looked relatively cosy in his seat. His answer was simple, shaking his head at first before shifting in his seat carefully. He'll even treat you like he cares about social graces, Titus. ]

I thought I would do you the courtesy of waiting until you got here to order anything.

[ Sorry, Titus, he still sounds haughty as hell. ]