mandalus :: the city of fates.

[Howard never seems to know when he has this thing on, but it doesn't matter because right now he's not even looking at the camera. He had been reaching for a pencil, it seemed, and he was frowning as he glanced at the readings on his screen.]

...that can't be right. Why would the barrier be showing this if the earthquake came from below us? And what does that have to do with the blizzard?

[He is muttering to himself, twirling the pencil in his hand, and he starts to write furiously. Calculations can be seen by the way he has the page angled, and he runs one hand through his dark hair, mussing the dark waves.]

[He called out behind him, to some unseen assistant.] Someone get me the chalkboards! [He glanced over at his notes again.] And a barrel filled with coffee. This is an all-nighter.

[ During the blizzard as it rages on, a text message will appear over the network, courtesy of one (1) spirit of the winter. Because just as much as he enjoys bringing about a good winter storm or blizzard, even one like this is way too much for even him to handle.

So, naturally, he felt it absolutely necessary to make sure everyone knew that for once it wasn't his fault. ]

I didn't do this I swear. This blizzard is not my work.

[ ... Yep. ]