mightbeconcussed: (lip bite-sexy baby)
[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.
mightbeconcussed: (OMFG)
[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.

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