I think I might be concussed?

Her main act:




Secondary act:



[ooc: Not entirely work safe. It is very suggestive. Feel free to talk to interact before, during or after the show. Just make note of it in the subject line.]

[The camera flickers on to show Lucy sitting cross legged on the floor in her flat. She's got shopping bags scattered around her. She's sportinga glorious purple-black eye and a pretty spectacular pout]

Okay, City? Not funny. Yeah they were great shoes--are great shoes and they will look fantastic with that yellow mini dress but shopping should not be a full contact sport. At least not unless the full contact involves a dressing room and nakedness. Nudity, not punches. Got it?

[Text to Jill]

Jilly B wnna tlk 2 u bt idea! Bng lattes!

[Lucy is ensconced on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. The coffee table next to her is filled with a couple of tupperware dishes of food, a box of chocolate, several bottles of water, a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of cream soda. On the couch with her is a pair of Louboutin sandals, a Chanel bag, a cricket bat and a laser screw driver. She flicks on the video and leans in toward it.]

More boys should wear eyeliner. I'm just saying. You have be all rawr and confident about it though. Otherwise, you're really not going to be able to pull it off and by the way, if you're wearing eyeliner there will be no other makeup on you. Otherwise it tips over into drag which is okay, fun but ultimately less sexy than just the eye liner.

Speaking of broody boys [Yes that was a transition] has anyone seen my broody, angsty, under aged eye candy wandering around lately?

It's really ______ to be ________. I've been ________ for at least a couple of __________ and I think I ________

enough ___________ to ________ ___ ________. I should hire a ____________.

[Lucy is sitting in front of the camera. She's dressed in a flouncy, very Southern sundress with a crinoline underneath it. She carefully arranges her skirt and looks a bit off camera.]

How does this look?

It's lovely, Miss but we really need to get back to Mr. Lightwood--

Please. I'm totally as cute as Jace. So he's got the ab thing going but I have the boobs. Okay so they're not much in the way of boobage [She squishes her boobs together, creating cleavage with her upper arms pressed close to her sides] but they're boobs! That counts for something. Maybe I should put on something low cut. I've got this one dress that's cut down to nearly my navel. I couldn't wear it if I had boobs because it would be a boob sling.

Alright Ma'am--

Seriously? Did you just call me Ma'am? Do I look old enough to be a Ma'am. Before you answer please realize I have a cricket bat and I know how to use it.

What exactly--Miss, why don't you change. We'll be with Mr. Lightwood.

Oh now I'm old and stupid? Sit. Right there. Film.

Now, I'm Lucy Locke and life in the City has it's advantages. I know everyone has been all doom and gloom and boo hoo and yeah it's bad sometimes. It hurts when people leave and I was attacked by a carousel horse just last week but honestly where else in the entire universe are you going to meet people from all over the place and time like this? [She's just going to ramble and preen at the camera until Jace rescues them]

[ooc: Lucy has hijacked Jace's camera crew with permission.]

[The video pans around The Masters Lucy's flat. There's a slow pan of kitchen, living room, the stair well and even the fire pole before the camera turns, giving a quick glimpse of the Newfoundland dog lying on the floor and the cat on the back of the couch. The video settles on Lucy's face.]

So I'm back home and everything survived, including me. It's nice to have the City back to whatever passes for normal here.

Octavian and Derek, uber thanks for being my roman in shining armor and pretty boy with a gun. I'm going to cook. I'll bring some food over. Sweet potato pie, fried chicken and cheese grits for everyone.

[Private to Chris]

Hey, if you got alcohol poisoning and died at the police station I'm going to be pissed.

[The video clicks on to show Lucy dressed in a crimson and white cheerleading uniform. She even has the pompoms. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, tied with a ribbon but there's a bit of a pout on her face.]

Now, I just need someone to cheer for.

[Lucy is sitting at the bar in The Raven. She's wearing something sparkly and her hair is down all around her shoulders. The pout on her face doesn't match the party hair or the sequins on her clothes. She looks miserable. She's got a glass in front of her and she's turning it in circles on the wooden bar.]

Four days ago I was here a year. I didn't realize it until the day was almost gone. It's funny how much can happen in a year. I'm not going to hash through everything that has happened. I lived it. I know and the funny thing is, most of the people that lived it with me are gone. Everyone except me.

I'm still stuck in that 'don't want to go home' phase of things though. I miss home. Desperately. I want to see my Mom and Jilly Bean and Christine. I even want to go to pointless classes that I plan on going to for the next four years or so but I don't want to go home.

Happy anniversary me? I guess.

[The device clatters violently to the floor, the video function flicking on. The scene it captures is a chaotic one. There's a giant black and white newfoundland running around the kitchen being chased by a ball of flame which is in turn being chased by Lucy in a pair of shorts, a tank top and oven mitts. She's carrying a pot full of water. The dog is howling at the top of it's lungs and a big golden cat is sitting on the counter watching it all with detached amusement. The three skid around the island while Lucy douses the ball of flame with the pot of water. Everything kind of goes anti climatic there, the dog hides under the kitchen table, Lucy plucks the wet rabbit up, making a sad face as she does.]

You poor thing. [A kiss gets planted on the side of the shivering, wet rabbit's head] No offense, Ingram, but I'm thinking you need to stay in the oven or completely soaked until further notice.

[The video comes up on Lucy hopping/dancing to the City's choice of music for the day. She's grinning and bouncing and well generally okay with what's going on here]

Trust me. Just embrace it.

[It's highly possible she's consumed a good deal of brandy already.]