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[MAD GRIN AT CAMERA.]

I love today! Today's brilliant! Everybody come talk t' me now!

[Hi, did you miss Campbell, because he didn't miss yoooooooou. He was too busy in a curled up ball in his bed refusing to do things and feeling alone! But he's back now and he's grinning.]

Y' know, the best bit here is that I get the first go by default. Truth or Dare.

[Video up on Campbell. He is beyond mussed. He's wearing jeans now, and a t-shirt, but his hair is all over the place and he still has a massive amount of eye-makeup on, albeit slightly smudged eye-makeup, from sleeping in it.

He also looks thrilled.]

I lost my virginity!

[Video opens because Campbell's slammed his device down onto the table from giggling too much. He promptly lets the device go and replaces it in his hand with his mostly empty pint. He's managed to achieve what Chris and Ray never could, namely, finding a pub that serves British, not American pints. You're welcome, British Polychromatids.

He's at a table with Stephen Stills, who is dressed in plaid flannel and a toque. Campbell's wearing a normal loose yellow shirt of his along with a kilt with a sporran, which is evident when he stands up to go refill his pint. It's not empty as he goes, but it's empty by the time he gets to the bar, still giggling.]

Another Dead Elephant!

Actually, just bring a pitcher.

Aye! Aye, that. A pitcher!

[He wanders back off to his table, leaving a bemused barkeeper in his wake.]

[ooc: GUESS WHO'S DRUNK?

No, actually, call this a literary experiment but this is me and Stephen-mun getting drunk while our characters get drunk. If we go on tangents, or spell badly, etc, IT'S IC. 8|

Also, feel free to tag from the Network, or to be in the pub actually, do WHATEVER.]

[Campbell managed to banish his clone by helping Nepeta, of all things, although he doesn't realise it. He's just back in his flat now, feeling less irritable and sad and he has his guitar back! Which means it is now officially time to do what his clone kept saying he was going to do but never actually did.

He's sitting on his bed wearing The Worst Shirt In The World, which he actually managed to find here in shops. Somehow.]

Hey, you lot! I dunno if you know me or not by now, but I'm Campbell Bain and I play guitar for Time Bomb! I'm a DJ, really, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing cos... [and here he works himself up, grinning crazily] ...I wrote a song! And I'm gonna show it you all now.

[He whips up his (or, rather, Curt's) guitar from beside him on the bed and starts in on the song. He sings the whole thing in a bit of an American accent because tht is how rock works, right?]

( Asylum )

[He lets the final chord ring and then leans forward over the guitar, grinning.]

So? Whaddya think?

[ooc: In a classic case of me getting carried away, here is me singing the song on YouTube. Yes, I wrote a song in character. What of it? >.>

Also, fairly obviously, I HAVE A LAPTOP NOW. LIFE IS GOOD.]

[Campbell is sitting, propped up in his bed at Oh Aces. He hasn't got a shirt on, but he's got bandages wrapped around his upper torso, so it doesn't really matter. Of course, without any sort of baggy top on, you can see just how ridiculously skinny he is, but he's not bothered.]

Hanna? I thought it'd be best t' go the direct approach wi' these birds, so I just went and asked them what they were planning, basically. I mean, it was part of a plan, I made sure I was near a building I could get into, but they still scored me across the back. It wasnae too bad, I got the doctors t' fix my gross parasite. That was the worst part, really, no the gouges in my back, cos they had t' extract the parasites somehow and Christ did it hurt.

It's better now, though, it's just hard t' not scratch at my chest, really. Feels weird... No as weird as before, I suppose.

Anyway, I went up to a harpy and asked her what they were planning. I dunno if she was really expecting that sort of thing to happen, but she spoke t' me, anyway. Said a riddle. Hang on, I've got it written down.

[He wriggles a bit to get a piece of paper out of his jeans pocket, wincing a bit when he moves.]

Right, here it is.

"Towers of sound and towers of sun
Three into twelve begets three into one."

Properly mystical, isn't it? Anyway, I was gonna ask something else only then two more of them came swooping down at me fae the sides and I had t' scarper. They nearly got me, even, but they didn't. Clearly.

Anyway, maybe you or someone else can work that out, cos I dunno what she was going on about.

Oh, and Curt's gone. Out of the City, I think, or he's just gone off somewhere and left a message for the hell of it. But I'm sure he'll be back. I just joined his band, after all.

[He types a bit and this comes up:]

Time Bomb:
Demyx is in charge of making you learn the music.
Stephen is in charge of business.
Campbell is not allowed to touch the telecaster but can borrow other two guitars. Needs girl. Does not need hat.
Practice.
Enjoy life.
Feed cat if found.
--Curt

I don't see what's wrong wi' my hat. It's a cool hat. The rest seems okay, though. Anyway, he'll definitely be back. He left a note. He wouldnae leave a note and no come back.

[Campbell is sitting restlessly in a chair. It’s not his: he’s at Oh Aces, as a sort of sanctuary until the harpies stop being. Whenever that might be.]

This is dull. I cannae cope wi’ bein’ cooped up inside like this but I reckon I cannae cope wi’ my intestines being pulled outta my stomach by a metallic bird lady either so I dunno. Even getting pissed doesnae help much, and I’m gonna run out of money at this rate. We better not still be having to pay rent, I cannae go to work. Curt, we don’t have to pay rent when the City’s under siege by harpies, do we? There has t’ be somethin’ set up for that or I’m going after our landlord. Or lady. Whoever it is.

The barrier’s down too, is it no? I’m not exactly sure what I can do wi’ that…I havenae got a boat or anything, and this is an island…has anyone with a boat tried escaping? Did they get eaten by harpies? Maybe loads of folk who’re already dead here should get together and get on a boat. And bring rocket launchers, maybe, t’ do something about harpies dive-bombing the ship, or whatever harpies tend t’ do, I havenae got that much experience with them. I’m not dead, though, so I don’t really want to risk that, not when I’m a DJ and a rock star, here.

Oh, aye, and this. [He lifts up his shirt and hoody to show his ridiculously thin chest, which has been Woven. All braided gross raised lines of skin, and though he can’t look at it so closely himself, if you were to zoom in on it, you could probably see a bit of the worms through vaguely translucent skin.] What’s this meant t’ be? I just woke up and I had it. It’s all sorta…raised and disgusting, so if someone knows how t’ deal with it, I’d appreciate it. It might not be an arm off fae harpies, but I don’t exactly want it getting worse, whatever it is. I cannae go spoiling my looks, not with my jobs!

[Tops down again, and he reaches and turns the video off.]

[Campbell, grinning, leaning forward into the screen.]

I wasnae sure exactly what there was so many people here for t' begin with, I mean, I knew there had t' be a curse involved somehow, probably, or else just loads of people all being brought in at once. But I asked around and it's dead exciting, you know? Anyone could be here. Literally anyone. It's gotta be confusing, I guess, for everyone who just showed up here but do you lot no see how amazing this is?! I could do wi' still being cursed wi' that superspeed thing I had a few days ago so I could make sure t' meet everyone, but maybe I'd end up missing someone that way and I don't want t' miss anyone.

[ooc: ANYTHING ALLOWED. Fourth Wall away. He will be excited by pretty much ANYBODY showing up, unless you're Stuart. You can just stay at St. Jude's and not waste your time if you're Stuart. :|]

[Here we have action!Campbell, because he's both viciously pleased with himself, and angry, which combines into....action.]

Did anyone actually give Flynn Rider a trophy? The one which was meant to be for not stealing? Well, it looks like his trophy really ought t' be taken away cos my record player, Curt's pin, and by extension, this whooooole recent crime wave is his fault. If the police could go and question him, now, and get all of us back our stuff, sooner would be better than later, cos he shouldnae be allowed to enjoy his ill-gotten gains for a second longer!

[A pause, and then he smiles properly, looking a little bit hopeful.]

That part done with, there's no any women I made a good impression on a couple days back who'd be willing t' go on a date wi' me today? Y' might've all just been cursed t' talk t' me but y' never know, really. I thought it was better t' ask than no.

[And then, added as an afterthought:] It's a bit...wet outside, is it no?

[Video is turned on. Campbell is not looking very pleased. He's also sitting somewhere not easily recognisable, leaning against a wall.]

I think I've been calm. I've been very calm. I calmly contacted the police a few days ago. [Blatant lie about the calm bit. In general.] I calmly waited for them t' find something. But I'm no doin' this traditionally anymore cos I'm bloody fed up. So you! Bastard who broke in and stole my record player! You'd best return it or else I will find you, and you willnae like what happens next. D'you hear me? I'm givin' y' one last chance tae return it, no questions asked, and then I'm coming after you! [And as an afterthought:] And return Curt's pin y' stole, too.

[This means something occurs to him, apparently.]

Curt, how d'you get your cat t' stop attacking your feet? Cos it willnae stop. I tried t' make friends and then it came in and started attacking them. I had t' climb on top of my chest a drawers.

[Camera swoops around to demonstrate. The cat isn't in the room. Campbell really is hunched on top of a chest of drawers. Camera back to his face.]

It was the only place high enough t' make it stop but now I don't wanna climb down cos it'll probably come back and it actually hurts cos it's got bloody sharp claws and everything. It might just be my socks but I don't want t' take them off in case it isnae. It'd take away my last protective layer and I'd rather keep walking, honestly. I don't have anything up here t' distract it, either. And I don't know where it is...

[ooc: So, uh. This is the thing that will keep him in one place long enough to be speed-dated over the device. If....you so choose.]

[Campbell is excited. This is not new, though, so it is barely worth mentioning.]

Have you seen these bunnies? D'you know they burst intae flame if y' run at them? Only they still act like rabbits so you can chase around fireballs! It's pure dead magic. Literally too, I suppose. You no think it hurts them, does it? They wouldnae keep doin' it then. They go right back t' normal when they're calmed down, anyway. Be a dangerous pet, though, would it no? Useful, maybe. Somethin' scary happens and you can roast marshmallows. You'd want t' invest in a fire extinguisher first, a course.

[A pause, and Campbell looks like he's pondering.]

I think Eddie's gone, actually, he wasnae at home when I went t' check on him or when I tried callin' him. I went t' that place wi' all the pictures only I didnae find him cos I ended up finding a bunch of portraits of people off telly and I went off looking at them and I don't actually want t' go back and search again. But I'm fairly certain he's gone. The people from shows being in that hall: does that mean they used to live here? Cos that's cool, it just makes this place even better! Anyway, Eddie's probably better at home, he didnae like this place anyway. I no would have minded him being here t' start the station with but maybe he'll come back.

I've moved, anyway, or I'm moving. I havenae got much stuff t' move so I may as well have moved. I'm gonna be living wi' Curt Wild, who's got a cool name cos he's a rock star! Perfect, really, me being a DJ and him being a musician, we're both about the same thing from different angles, and different ends of it. It'll be better, sharing rent, I reckon, I can spend less time at work and more time building up the radio station. Has anyone got a job going, by the way, I don't think the bookshop is going t' work out. I havenae been fired, exactly, but I don't think the place meshes very well wi' my selling style. They're no ready for it, really.

[Video off. Campbell's going out to run at droves of bunnies with his arms out. Notice him, maybe, join him, tell him that he should maybe stop before he catches on fire?]

[Campbell turns the device on, looking very pleased with himself, and waves. He looks kind of super nineties, only he's got on a black jacket ~~to prove he's a proper DJ~~ instead of the acid wash jean.]

Hello, Network! I think I've worked it out, now, and I'm really here, and I've no gone loony in new and exciting ways. I don't think it would've been all that bad, only I'd like t' keep my job with Radio Scotland, so that's good, especially if I'm no leavin' them all hanging and naebody'll even realise I'm gone.

There isnae a radio station here, is there? I've looked everywhere and you don't even have radios, though I suppose there could be shows on the Network that I havenae noticed, so, is there? If there is, I've got months of experience, bein' a DJ, an' I can come in and do a pilot any time y'want cos I could use a job and I don't really want t' start up as a barman again. It's well enough doin' it for the dosh until I move up in the business but it's no a career.

There's no someone who needs a flatmate, also, cos I cannae afford a place alone and I don't really want t' live in a hostel, and those seem t' be my choices. I don't think it's fair, takin' a man away fi' home and no gi'in' him the local currency t' start out with. I cannae find an exchange, or anybody mentioning one, so it looks like yeh havenae got them, which really isnae fair. If you're gonna kidnap someone, at least do him the courtesy of starting him out. And I don't mean by shovin' him into a hostel. But it is what it is, aye? So if anyone'll go halfers, and wait for me t' make a bit o' dosh first afore I can really pay for anythin', that'd be brilliant.

I think that's it. Oh, and I'm Campbell, by the way.

[He presses one wrong button, and then gets it right the next time and the video ends.]