[Apollo is looking as cheery as ever when the video switches on, a smile on his face, but anyone who knows him well or cares to read between the lines of his expression might notice a sort of tiredness to his blue eyes, a wornness that speaks of too much thinking about things he'd rather not think about. Not that he'll do anything but hide everything that might be wrong with him. He and his husband have already spoken about it, and he doesn't plan on talking about it again in the near future, so here he is on the network, casually dressed and relaxed on a cushy L-shaped sofa. Anyone who's been to their apartment can tell it's the living room, slightly darkened.]
So, wishes I guess. I'm not sure why I would have wished for what I got, but I've got a flat-screen TV and thousands of channels worth of television that I shouldn't keep all to myself, so who wants to come over and make a night of it with me? I could use some company, and tonight sounds like a good night for an adults-only viewing party of every trashy, terrible, hilarious show we can think of. Carol and Sasha especially, if you're free to come hang out.
I'm in Apartment 3207, this is an open invitation, just bring snacks or something.
[ooc:
Open log is here!]