(It's Tuesday in London. It counts. )

[ Unlike most first accidental network posts, the network is greeted by a voice instead of a video; and the voice sounds both increasingly annoyed and unaware that it is being broadcast onto a public feed. It seems that he simply hit the speed dial without even checking if it went through. ]

Stefan, if you or the Wicked Witch of the West had anything to do with this, I might have to hurt one or both of you.

[ There's a pause where he no doubt lets his gaze traverse his surroundings. ]

If this wasn't you - forget I said this - I'll be back -- [ Hmmm... ] Soon.

[ He pulls his phone away, to glance at it before hitting the end call button. Who the hell was he on with...? For a moment his just drags his nail over the button in thought. Where in the hell is he? There are too many questions and not enough answers. Damon continues to stare at his phone again before hitting a button he actually hasn't seen on his phone before. Wow, someone is skipping over the wonderland shenanigans of the palm pilot, because he's not touching that thing, and going straight to more wonderland shenanigans of phone communicator.

Aaaand the network is greeted by a devilishly handsome face, not to brag or anything, but he knows he's a stud. Squinting he stares into the video feed. ]

Okay... That's new.... And definitely confusing.

( Hi, one disclaimer, I would prefer if the subject arises that anyone forgo telling Damon that people don't stay dead here! Thanks. c: )