Bunny Carsington Kane

[The images are indistinct at first; a flash of colour, and then nothing but darkness again. The only constant is the noise - loud, raucous cheering, screams of laughter and loud conversation overlay each other to blend into an indiscernable cacophony. Every few seconds, there is another loud explosion, or series of bangs: clearly there is an elaborate firework show going on in the background, but the video seems only incidentally concerned with them. Suddenly, a woman's voice rings out clearly across the din - a familiar voice on Bunny's video and audio logs, but filled with far more life than normal. It takes a few moments for the human ear to realise that she's laughing]

No, get off! Rudy, get off the...I have to-- [There is a brief shot of Bunny's nose, before it focuses on an extreme close up of her eye. The pupil is dilated and already somewhat bloodshot: Bunny has been drinking for a while now, and will be continuing to do so for some time. The camera remains focused solely on her eye as she speaks] Hello, New York! Are you seeing what I'm seeing?! Oh, it's so marvelous, I just can't put it into words. I saw it! And I thought to myself "I know, I'll get my camera out and share these beautiful vistas with people who are too poor to be here." [A small bout of laughter, which managed to try and utterly fail to sound self-deprecating] "Don't thank me, please! The warm glow I get from knowing I've brightened your Fourth of July is thanks enough."

"You're not sharing anything, you smashed old trout! You've got it held up backwards!"

[The unfamiliar man's braying tones obliterate even the colorful explosions from above, and there is another round of camera-jiggling as Bunny's eye disappears. For a moment, the skyline of New York comes into view, awash with staggering displays of color. The assembled crowd beneath, all gathered on the roof of some building or other, are obviously a Who's Who of the current social scene] Oh dear. Ah well! If you're that interested, you could just look up. The REAL reason for this post- [She turns the camera again, training it on herself (and for a drunken woman, she has kept her look together remarkably well) for the rest of the runtime] -is so that I could tell you all EXACTLY what I think of you. I love you. I love all Americans, even the dirty and unpleasant-looking ones that seem to be everywhere these days. In fact, I love them most of all! And hopefully we will see a future where they aren't around anymore. Because we've helped them, obviously. Not because we've killed them, or sent them to some kind of camp.

One last thing! [In the background, Commissioner Murphy walks past, clearly as 'merry' as Bunny herself is. He catches sight of Bunny's camera, and wanders back out of the shot] My birthday is just over a month away! I'll be making more of an ordered post as we get nearer the date, but I'd like as many of you as possible to keep the weekend of the 14th-15th August free. That way, we can- [Behind her, Greg Murphy walks again into shot backwards, grinning in an almost obscene manner. With one thumb held aloft, his other hand is not visible.

Bunny's squeal of shock, however, should make its location fairly obvious. The camera cuts out a second later]

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PLEASE NOTE: This is forward-posted by about three/four hours. I just couldn't stay up that late to post it.

[Bunny's speech is a little hoarse; for whatever reason, she has clearly put a great deal of strain of her voice in recent days]

In all the furore of this last week, I really think that many of us might have missed the most disturbing story to surface. Cosmetic Gene Therapy? I don't think so, Dr Strangelove. Nobody here wants to be the next Nick or Nora Frankenstein, and quite honestly I think that it's all in violation of the natural law. If all you anonymous ugly fatbags (and let's face it, those are the people most likely to change as much as they possibly can about their horrid bodies) want to be pretty and young, then you'll just have to find Lisle and drink the potion like everyone else. What the hell are you talking about, Bun? That film was made before most of these people were bor

In conclusion: it's not right, it's not ok, and if I have any say in the matter this mad science will never see the light of day. You live with the body you're given, gosh darnit. Now, where did I leave that hot lemon?

Oh! Now I remember: I have noticed a general increase in poor language and seditious thought on this thing. You should all be quite ashamed.

Given the shocking ease with which these devices can be used to broadcast prurient images of ladies of a certain age to all and sundry, I've taken the liberty of triple-checking that the video aspect of this recording is restricted. As must have been all too obvious upon viewing, I didn't intend for my previous 'vlog' to be quite so 'v'. Still, live and learn - and I hope the sight of me in my immodesty didn't cause too many fainting fits out there in the Repository!

That aside, I've been reading with some dismay this news about the elections over in the United States of Europe, and what it means for us. I'll tell you what it means for us: more ungrateful, whining Europeans with their ugly teeth and uglier personal habits, trying to order us around. Most of you are probably too young to remember our Freedom Crusades in the Middle East at the turn of the century, but I remember it vividly and they were all talk then as well! Words like 'resolutions' and 'illegal invasions' and 'war crimes' got thrown around, but we got the job done without the French and the Germans, and those ones that all seem to look like rats somehow. Okay, perhaps the Brits helped a little, but the point is that we did it alone then and we'll do it alone now. Goddamn Eurotrash, they should be put into camps like we did the Japs in W W two-- No, scratch that last, I'm throwing the Pacific Allies benefit next month

Apparently, there was some trouble this past weekend? I do hope nothing important was damaged.

[Though the woman in view is immaculately dressed, she clearly has no idea that the camera is rolling - with her hair is in curlers, sitting before an expansive vanity mirror, it seems clear that she had intended for this to be an audio-only post. The table is littered with various beautifying products, from the obvious eyelash curlers and lipstick tubes to some altogether more arcane objects. One or two seem more like torture devices than anything useful, and one item -standing apart from the rest- looks rather like it could be used as a weapon. Despite all this, Bunny Kane is completely at ease; the relaxation of a woman who believes herself completely unregarded]

Obviously the auction last night was a wonderful idea, and I'm entirely in support of any and all efforts to ease the misery of our homeless neighbors, but I have to say I was quite disappointed that the scheduling was so entirely at odds with my own efforts. Of course the plight of the homeless is a worthy cause, but to help them out at the expense of other equally important organizations is, at least in my eyes, akin to blackmail. [She rolls her eyes, selecting her lipstick with all the precision of a brain surgeon] Boo hoo, the poor people are still poor. Well, that's all well and good but if it means that the military fundraiser I hosted at the same time loses out, then I hope those homeless folk suffer horribly. Without our honorable servicemen and women saving this country time and again, where do these 'refugees' think they might have scurried off and hid when things went bad? Canada? I thought not.

[Her make-up complete, Bunny takes a few moments to remove the curlers, and gaze critically at herself in the mirror. For a moment she is still, locked in contemplatation...then, with almost agonising slowness, she begins to raise her hands] Anyway, let's forget such trivialities - the main thing is that both events went well and channeled a lot of money to where it was needed most. The heart and generosity of this beautiful city never fails to move me to tears. If you could see me, you'd be noting the tears in my eyes right now. [Almost disinteredly, Bunny takes a breast in each hand - pushing them up and in, she allows herself a few breathless moments before letting go again. They shift, inexorably, back towards the floor]

Oh well. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity, so they say... [She blinks once or twice, as though aware that her mind has wandered] I- I mean, it's so nice to see that, as this city has aged, it's matured. New York was a very different city when I was a girl, after all. [Her gaze flickers, almost imperceptibly, back down to her body] But then, a lot of things were different when I was a girl.

( I didn't want to tell the honest truth, so I spit out lies that aimed to soothe... )

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