sirenspull | 001 [Video]: Oh, Canada.

[The NV turns on, showing a very sleek-looking dark-haired man with sharp cheekbones and sunglasses smirking at the camera. Even over the NV, one can tell that this is a person who knows he's better than everyone else around him- there is no uncertainty in his features, just full-on arrogance. When he finally speaks, his English accent is so smooth one can practically roll a carpet on it.]

Well, let's see here. You know, I've been going through this thing's previous posts and such, and wow, all the entries from people who have just arrived really share a lot in common. You'd think that there's some kind of checklist that we have to get through once we arrive. Like, number one, you must certainly, without a doubt, ask "where am I?" or "what is going on?" or "why have I been dragged across time and space itself to the wretched wannabe of a place that is Canada?" Because finding out things by asking people who might lie to your face instead of quietly gathering information by your lonesome is clearly the way to go.

[A pause as he lets that sink in.]

Second, you must ask where your friends or family or dog or beloved garden gnome is in this place. Which, most of the time, results in nothing but statements like "No, I haven't seen your gnome" to "Oh, yes, your gnome was here before, but I'm not sure where he's gone off to now, sorry about that".So why bother asking? No, I'm going to skip that part entirely- I've already checked the NV for the people I know and they're not here, so, just look at all the time I saved.

Third, you may either a), mention that you "can't stay here because you have something important to go back to" or b), basically give your whole life story to people because you can. I'm not doing the first option because, frankly, I'd rather not repeat the Apocalypse all over again, thank you, and I'm not doing the second one because, honestly, I'd rather keep all of you in the dark. Why in the world should I reveal who I am or what I do without knowing exactly who lives in this place?

[He grins widely.]

What I can tell you is that the name's Crowley. [He pronounces it like it rhymes with "holy".] Anthony J. Crowley. And I do not need your pats on the back or your offers to be my best friend ever or your little cheerful fake welcomes. All I need is information about the darkness at night and how this city works and other such things.

Do be nice and provide it to me. I'm sure a few of you have the collective brain to do so.

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So there's a big ball of magical stuff that is broken and you have no idea what it really is.

That's disappointing.

The government here won't let anyone else near it, that's the trouble.

Do they shoot you if you come too closer, or what?

It's well guarded, trust me. Men with weapons and voids. Those with the power to nullify anyone else's abilities.

Nullify people's abilities? That's useful, though not for everyone else, obviously...

So, we're all pretty much stuck here with nowhere to go. How fun.

That's the gist of it. Most people just try to make a good go of it while they're stuck here, sometimes the Core does send people back where they came from but it's random.

Random? So, it's like a bloody lottery as to who stays and who goes, huh?

I'm afraid so.

Perfect.

[A frustrated sigh.] Well, better go on and try to survive, then. Because it looks like I can't do much else.

My name's Seras, I'm a police officer here. There's plenty of facilities set up to help new arrivals settle in if you need them.

Seras. A pleasure, I guess. And I guess you only work during day time, what with the Darkness during the night and all.

Eh, I'll take a look at them. Still not sure if they'd be to my liking.

Mostly, I can handle myself in the Darkness though so I don't mind taking those shifts. I'm nocturnal by nature.

Well, you get free residence for a month, after that you'll need to find your own place. There's also a Newcomer fund you can apply for if you need some money to get you started, you'll be expected to pay it back eventually though.

Night bird, huh? I've heard horror stories about the night, are you really the type of person who can handle that?

Money? [He frowns.] Never needed money, probably never will. I have my own way of getting things.

[Surprisingly, he is not referring to stealing.]

I'm a vampire. I can handle a lot, the small fry aren't that big a threat.

[As a police officer she is skeptical about that :|] Just so long as it's legal.

Vampire? Wait, you're not the type that goes and sleeps in coffins and turns into bats and such, right?

Technically it isn't legal, but it isn't illegal, either. It's-how to say- outside the law.

Well, I've never turned into a bat. I do sleep in a coffin though.

... what's that supposed to mean?

Oh. Good to know some of the legends are true.

[He pauses, and then raises a hand. Suddenly a nice wine glass resolutely appears in his hand, as if it has been there the entire time.]

See? Like this. I didn't steal it or anything.

Bit of a mix what's real and what's not. There's quite a few vampires in the Port and we're all different.

[Wow, she blinks.] So you can create things?

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That's sort of to be expected, what with the trans-dimensional status of the place, and all.

[A shrug as he gives the wine glass a look and twirls it in his hand.] Yes, though that's only one of the things I can do.

It's quite interesting for me.

[She looks obviously interested.] What else is there? Are you a magician?

[He shakes his head, mouth slightly twitching at the thought of being a magician because all that does is remind him of Aziraphale's horrible and incurable preoccupation with doing magic tricks.]

Hardly. I don't do stuff like this for money or fame...and no, I'm not a wizard, either.

So it's just like a power you have?

I guess you could say that. It's more a part of what I am, really.