So, um. I guess now is a good time to talk about curses. If you're new, you might not have heard about them yet! Sometimes if you've done something mean, or haven't been very social, maybe you've just annoyed the wrong god, or they're just really, really bored ... The reason varies, as does the form the curse takes!

I've mostly seen physical changes or effects, from someone becoming older or younger, losing their voice or gaining wings or -- um. Other stuff! But I know there are more so if you've experienced those, why not add your story to this post! For example, currently I'm extremely adorable. I'm not sure why ... I haven't done anything really unusual lately, so if this is punishment, it's pretty random. Then again, possibly this is designed to provoke extreme reactions in me or those around me, which would generate more colour for the city.

Either way, this should wear off. So far I haven't experienced a curse that lasted more than 24 hours personally, though I know friends of mine have had curses that lasted a full week! I'll keep a record of anything else unusual that happens but for now I am locking myself in the bathroom and not leaving. Sorry, Shinji-niichan, Norman-kun, but I think you'll have to agree this is the only rational solution.

((ooc: a cursed holmes_fanatic! ))

[ The video clicks on to reveal an elderly man peering into his bracelet, looking extremely perplexed. After a long moment of just staring, he opens his mouth to speak and an English accent comes through. ]

Eh?

[ Wilf taps the bracelet a couple of times, his brow furrowed in confusion. ]

Hello? Hello? ... Wilfred Mott to mission control? [ He grins a bit at that, because - ha! - he's hilarious.

However, his amusement soon passes and leans in closer, raising his voice so that he's now practically shouting down to whoever's listening. ]

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? ... Oh, you can? Good. Blimey. Sorry 'bout that, wasn't too sure there for a second. Now, like I said, my name's Wilf and I - well - [ He looks around him, scratching the top of his head and frowning. ] I seem to have gotten meself a bit lost. 'Least I don't remember this bein' on the way down to the corner shop. [ Another smirk, because he's on fire with these quips. While the smile stays in place - polite and friendly as he addresses the masses - he rubs his hands together and is suddenly all business. ] Right. Anyone mind fillin' me in? [ He leans in again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ] This isn't them aliens again, is it?

[ He looks ready to shut off the bracelet when suddenly something else occurs to him. ]

Oh! And if anyone's seen a redhead runnin' about - bit of a temper on her - give me a shout. She's probably hangin' round a big, blue box thing with a tall, skinny sort of bloke in pinstripes.

You're all liars, all of you.

[While the words are already jarring, out of place, when spoken with Freya's soft voice, they don't even begin to compare to the rest of the picture. Something is wrong. The goddess, usually so cool and collected in front of the travelers, is nothing like that now. It looks as if she hasn't been sleeping in days, since her twin's death, and her slender frame trembles with emotion.

Freyr had always been the friendlier, warmer of the two siblings, but that doesn't mean there is no warmth to be found in his sister. No, Freya loves, just as her brother did. She loves fiercely and boldly. She loves enough to fight for those she cares for.

It just never occurred to anyone that this would be a problem.]

I can still save him. [There's a harsh, hysterical quality to her voice that wasn't there before.] And you, with all your beautiful, noble words, will not help me, despite all he has done to spare your lives.

[She bows her head, hair tumbling down her shoulders and hiding her expression from the viewers.]

Stay within your guarded walls then. I will fix this myself.

[As soon as the video ends, all members of Freya's house will feel a strange, disconnected sensation and have difficulties using their powers as she cuts them all off. This will fade within a minute, and the powers will be returned to normal after that.]

[Even though the bracelet had been somewhat explained to Gaius on his arrival, he's still not sure how it's even meant to work. It's in his hands as only Merlin the village idiot would put jewelery from a random stranger on.

And for a good few moments the entire network has a close up of Gaius's trademark stare, one eyebrow already raised. Tremble in fear, judgment is upon you.]

-sted thing. Communication through a bracelet? Are they even sure about that?

[Gaius pulls back from his squinting, putting on a pair of glass so he can...squint harder. This is sorcery even he's never heard of. Well, here goes nothing right? What other options are there? Approximately zero.]

I find it very hard to believe this thing is even useful for anything. Who is hearing this?