05 ▸ VIDEO. ( forward-dated to tues )

[bragnificent]

[ The feed turns on, and some people may recognize the familiar face of Reggie Mantle that graces the screen-- albeit, looking slightly differently than the last time he was here. His hair is a little bit longer, and he's rocking a very classy, tasteful black-shirt-black-vest ensemble, topped off with a pair of dark, dark sunglasses and a toothpick idly perched in his mouth. ]

Yo. Don't call it a comeback or anything, but you can all relax now and stop missing me so much. It's me, Reggie-- or "Mantle the Magnificent", as some of you may know me better. Here I am. [ Whether he likes it or not, babey...! ] And apparently some of you wasted no freaking time before robbing me. You know who you are: give me my shit back. Give me my car and my dog back.

[ He's pretty sure he knows who you are, too, and so is being extremely generous by not making this a naming-names sort of call-out. But his much-emptier-than-usual apartment is probably somewhat visible behind him anyway.

Reggie's not interested in dealing with that right now, though, not after everything else he's just been through. Investigating the looting and the other messes made in his apartment can... wait, at least one night. ]

Has it really only been like, a week since I left, though? Cuz for me it was almost a year. I mean, at least I didn't miss Christmas, but suddenly I'm like, five months away from turning 18.

[ N B D. On either count; Christmas is still a few months away back home, so that would have sucked, but he's not nearly as close to his 18th birthday there as he is now. He reaches up as if to adjust his sunglasses, then catches himself, dropping his hand before he touches them and focusing instead on just opening his bedroom door. ]

The age of lap dances. Just in case anyone wants to start planning the surprise party now.

[ He sets his communicator down, moving off-screen to change into something a little more comfortable, but he doesn't switch the feed off yet-- it isn't long before he appears on-screen again, still wearing his sunglasses, but now also wearing a blue hoodie instead of (or possibly over) his other clothes, and has swapped his toothpick out for a candy cane (since of course he picked some up). Wasting no time trying to settle back in, apparently. ]

But y'know, it feels weird as hell going home and then ending up back here... and I don't mean just cuz some people will break into your place and either rob you or bleed all over it. [ He's not dealing with that right now. Moving on: ] More like how it feels like having whiplash and a hangover at the same time-- like, that can't be that good for our brains.

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[flightforfreedom]

Yeah. The whiplash is something fucking else - doesn't seem to matter how long you're gone for, your brain gets messed up by it.

But go back.

Bleed all over it?

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[calloused]

[ this is a relief, and derek takes a second to enjoy it. he, uh - knows what Reggie would be worried about most, though, coming back to an empty and bloodied(???) apartment after disappearing for a week, so he gets straight to the point. ]

Your car's with me. She's safe.

[ oh, and - ]

Dog's with Tate.

peramvid.

[killtime]

Just sleep it off.

[ The whiplash. The hangover. The whole possibly "had your house robbed" thing. ]

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[crassidy]

ah ffs no 1 ever tells me anythng
was there any good shite worth nicking??

( not here yet )

[melodramagic]

[ ... whoops. She honestly thought Michael had taken care of the rest of the blood. ]

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[areou]

Fucking finally.

( yeah, nice to see you too, clarisse. she missed him, in her own way. mostly, she just couldn't get a decent drink, and boy did she need a few. demigod drama never stops.

after a beat, she squints at the camera. that sure is a Look, reg. )

How hungover are you right now? Did someone die?

( tactful as ever. )

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[prayercycles]

[ Fortunato can actually see right now, and thus can pick up Reggie's odd and continued choice of eyewear- but he's not the type to comment on it. He barely knows Reggie, but he had noticed him gone at work, and if Reggie liked him enough to invite him to that party... ]

Do- do you need help, finding your things?

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[eloquentness]

[ There was so much to unpack in this that she doesn't even know where to begin, but... ]

Your friends didn't even wait a week to take your stuff?

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[psychophilia]

[gee, how is that look almost familiar. Kids these days. They look a lot like grown up kids from her days.]

Waitin' until you're legal?