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Ok. Anyone know when this is going to end? It would be really sweet if it goes away in the next hour or so. Yeah I'll pay for that window later.

Let's not talk about exactly what we saw. Put that out of your head and we'll be cool.

inthejunk

['Sup Portians? It's that familiar up the nostrils shot while Yosuke squits down at the NV to make sure that it's on. Yep, cool. Recording. 'Cause you guys definitely don't want to miss this. It's super cool.]

Hi everyone. My name is Hanamura Yosuke if you're new and I wasn't your greeter. Feel free to ask me any questions you have, but more importantly, you should buy some pastry.

[Yep, he's totally serious about that. That's his serious face. Buy pastry, it's awesome!]

I deliver for the Funtom bakery, and I'm here to demonstrate to you how much better our pastry is than the other bakeries. For example, every pie we bring to you is thoroughly tested for acrobatic properties, you know? I'll show you.

[It turns out the NV has been mounted on...a bike helmet. Or so the shaky shot of a bike would lead you to believe. There are indeed pastry boxes stacked up in the basket. Yosuke mounts it, and kicks off. The roads here are a little bumpy, as if he's on some trail instead of the streets delivery bikes would usually stick to.]

[There's an obstacle course that's been carefully set up dead ahead. The camera shakes and shivers and the pastries are most likely jostled as Yosuke jumps over a log, does a figure eight, and starts up a big hill toward a small flags course. Except that somehow, something goes wrong. The camera seems to hiccough somehow, and the next shot is from the ground. The helmet has landed a few feet away from a stunned Yosuke, who is covered in cake icing and pie filling, and staring down at his hands in horror.]

[It takes him a second before he remembers the camera, and offers a shaky smile.]

A-as you can see, we always go the extra mile. Um. And the caramel apple pie is really good. I just tried some. You should...order before the holiday flavors are gone!

(OoC: Yosuke the friendly ghost is fading out for a canon update, guys. He'll be flickering noticeably in some replies, -fading out altogether during one at random- and trying not to freak out about it in front of potential customers. He'll be back in time for the holidays, and fully corporeal again!)

bondsoflove

[Sasuke is not doing well today.

He's pale, his hands are trembling, and he has to fight down the near-constant burning tightness in his throat, stinging at his eyes.

So close. He was so close-- and now it's gone, an imprint of smoke.

So he keeps the video turned off, takes a sip of water and smooths his voice as best he can before speaking.]

Obito, my cousin, is gone. His NV has been disconnected. Ino Yamanaka is also gone, but her NV seems to be functional.

I want to know what happened to them. Both of them.

bondsoflove

[Moderately hackable lock to Siren's Flowers employees]

We're all aware Ino hasn't been in to work. She's not at her apartment and doesn't appear to be reachable by NV. Someone needs to take over until we find out what happened to her, or she gets back.

senjulegacy

[ The feed begins on a nostril. Yep. It's one awesome nostril too, for all that the shaky camera action means it's out of focus. Gaze into the deep, dark abyss, Siren's Port! Of Naruto's nostrils. Aren't you glad you turned on your NV today?

Thankfully the camera teeters away after a protracted moment, to somewhere else. Or someone else.

Or. Several someone's who appear to be arguing. ]

--outh! We're supposed to be goin' south! We're not goin' south! Man, can't you even follow directions? [ One Naruto clone. ]

Shaddup! I know which way I'm goin'. [ Two Naruto clones! ]

Why were we following directions in any case? This is a genjutsu! What kinda dumbass believes what the genjutsu people say?
[ Three Naruto clones? Sadly, it is so. ]

Hey. Did you just call me a dumbass? It's not like you're smarter than me!

[ And back to the first clone! Who is rolling his eyes at his copies. ] I dunno, you are kinda stupid. [ Cue all three clones just. Arguing with each other. Wow, so useful guys! Someone clears their throat over the NV. ]

Ahem. [ Nothing happens. So they clear it again. ] Nngh. Oi. [ Still nothing. Okay. Fine. FINE! There's a snick! and a pop, as the Naruto holding the NV throws a shuriken at the clones; hitting one, forcing it to dissipate. The clones pause in horror. ]

HEY! CUT THAT OUT ALREADY! I think I got this to work!

[ Camera swivels again, onto another Naruto who's frowning down at the screen and basically ignoring the 'Hey, hey ask for directions! REAL ONES THIS TIME!' behind him. His expression is fixed, stubborn. ]

Tch. Alright. I don't care where this is. Siren's Port or whatever, it's a genjutsu. That's the way I see it. Even so, I just wanna know one thing!

How th'hell do I get home?

renaissance_ninja

[Dirk hadn't been in the port all that long, a few hours at the most. He'd gathered as much information as he could from where he could 'till now. Now he was wandering around the tower apartments.

The view from his NV was the view he himself was seeing, it wasn't until he passed a cracked and mirrored sheet of plastic in one of the door frames, that the first view of the boy was sent across the network feed.

Pointed shades, pale skin and sea swept alabaster hair.

The young male turned his head around, touching his neck- as if inspecting it before he moved on.

With a flicker of movement too fast to fully see, the boy was on the roof section of the apartments, giving those watching the network a wonderful view of the city skyline.]

From one shit hole to another... Sky risers and a body of water... A home away from home.

janesaysdbaa

[Jane comes into focus after some fiddling with the camera. She's in her mid-twenties, pale, slim, with larger-than-life brown eyes and pink, full lips that are usually coated in red lipstick, but today are not. She settles back into the chair she's sitting in, her upper body in frame now. It's ridiculously early in the morning, but she looks wide awake. Worn, but awake.]

Good morning...if anyone else is crazy enough to be up right now. Or still be up, as in my case.
I'm Jane. I'm currently staying at Jesse's house, apparently with someone named Lisbeth but I haven't met her yet, so I couldn't tell you. Yosuke got me back in touch with Jesse. Thanks again for that, by the way. And I have your clothes. I'm just washing them first.

[She pauses to take a cigarette out of her pack, lighting it and taking a deep drag.]

This is kind of a hello as well as a see you later? I'm feeling a little bit...under the weather and I hear it only gets worse before it gets better. The pull or whatever? Anyway...the point being, I'm probably not going to be posting here for a little while. At least until I'm feeling better. I might reply to texts if I'm even feeling up for that.

[She doesn't bother to go into the fact that it's not just the pull sickness. She's just begun to go through some serious withdrawals, but she doesn't feel it's necessary to tell people about her issues. Let them judge her for other things, not that. She judges herself enough for that. Jane leaves her contact information for Yosuke ((though anyone wanting to access her via NV is welcome to do so)). But she's up and about for now, so she'll link up with whoever is around until she gets to feeling too bad.]

phazeandblood

WHOEVER THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS BULLSHIT BETTER PRAY I NEVER GET MY HANDS ON THEM.
THIS IS NOT FUCKING FUNNY.
THIS IS LESS FUNNY THAN THAT CANDY CORN BULLSHIT STUNT GOD DAMMIT.
I JUST KEEP GETTING REMINDED OVER AND OVER WHY THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE SEEMS TO BE HELLBENT ON MAKING MY LIFE AS MISERABLE AS POSSIBLE IN WHATEVER CRAZY WAYS THEY CAN MANAGE.

...

SCATTY, I NEED YOU TO COME TO MY APARTMENT AS SOON AS FUCKING POSSIBLE.

sequincy

[oh look, it's another one. Although by now Uryuu has not only crafted an outfit to wear for this post, but half of a new wardrobe. It's so convenient to be able to use your own body as a clothing model.

But she has a more pressing matter to attend to, after reading similarly afflicted posts:]

So this... isn't Szayel-Aporro's fault then?

blondejokes

[ HER LIFE. She's blushing, topless and sitting cross legged on her bed. She has a pale pink pillow on her lap.

She is also.....a guy. ]

Everyone who got changed, let's all switch clothing, yeah? I have a bunch of clothes I can loan out if you need some.

And I'll need to borrow some, too.

bloodthirsts

[Seras looks quite muted today, without her usual smile and chipper air.]

This is just, ah, a quick notice.

For anyone who had fencing lessons with, or was simply a friend of Sir Integra Helsing. I'm afraid she has returned home.

So has Alucard, to any who knew him.

[A moment of fidgeting and she ends the feed.]

vinovidivici

[ Early morning, sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. He flicks through the newspaper on the hunt for a particular page and passes commentary as he goes. ] Now that woulda made for a good ghost story, if only they hadn't printed that cop explaining the twist right at the end. [ He turns a page, squints at the personal ads. ] People just place these to futz with people... I'm sure it was in here -

[ Flick. Flick. ] --Ah. [ He finally holds up a full-page spread with the Slamfest logo at the top. ] You should really be there. Fate's provided for an interesting set-up. I'm gonna settle this little beef of Taylor's tomorrow, for sure.

[ He rolls up the newspaper and sweeps it about like a baton. ] Obviously I'm gonna be busy for the next few days. So while I'm here, if you knew Chane I've got a letter for you - stop by or give me a call sometime before the tournament. I've been left in charge of her affairs while she's on vacation. [ There's a little rueful sigh at being inconvenienced by her departure - but nothing more. So maybe the "vacation" back home was lasting a little longer than he expected. That doesn't mean it's permanent - it's just an extra test of love. He grins at the camera, putting on the semi-aggressive fist raising gesture the organisers had been suggesting to him for crowd baiting and scrunching up the paper in the process. ] See you at the fight!

psychopath

There and back again.

[~~GETTIN' REAL TIRED OF YOUR CRAP, SIREN'S PORT.~~ Jack's at somewhere with a piano, looking like an ad for the local Renaissance fair. Long golden hair and frilly cuffs included.]

The Port has changed, since I left, of course - society always changes - but, oh, the people, water is still water even when it flows or freezes. Isn't impressive, really. Fairly tiring.

But...hello, my name is Jack, and I don't ponder a lot.

[He sighs a little.] Except...does anybody know where I can get a pair of lovebirds? Or...maybe a juvenile dragon?

inthejunk

[Anyone familiar with Souji Seta's apartment will recognize where Yosuke is immediately. He's sitting on the bed, which is unmade in a way it never would be if Souji had anything to say about it. There are cups of tea sitting around too, abandoned and forgotten. For all of that, Yosuke doesn't seem relaxed or well-rested. He just looks a little mussed and out of it.]

I'unno 'f anyone. Uh. Who needsta know. But somebody...he had a job. So-so, 'f you worked with him he's not playin' hooky, alright? I waited t' make sure. A while. Long time. 'Cause he wasn't answering, so I-um.

Anyway, 'm doin' this wrong. I just mean-um. Mean that Souji Seta is gone. Is all. So, please excuse him from work.

[Sorry, Portians. He's usually friendler, really. It's just been a bad month. Wake him up when September ends?]

(OoC: For people who don't know, Souji Seta is Yosuke's canon best friend and was his sole cast mate. Who also made the mistake of giving him a bottle of vodka to celebrate his 17th birthday. Whoops.)

turnsthewheels

[The video clicks on to reveal a rather elegant-looking young man - his suit's a little wrinkled and his hair's a little messy, but he looks almost posed as he looks intently at the camera.]

Well, that's one thing worked out, eh?

Hello, everyone. I'm a newcomer, I'm afraid, and while I believe I've worked out some of the basics, I could use help adjusting. Any information you could give me would be wonderful. [He gives a small, friendly grin.] Primarily concerning a way out. I'm rather important back home, you see. The call of duty and all that.

For now, if there's no quick way out, I'd also be happy to make myself useful. I'm a roboticist back home, and there seems to be at least one robot here, so if anyone needs anything... [Another nice, friendly grin.]

[Pause] Also, I think someone replaced the bit of food I had with... candy, so I'm admittedly a little worried about that situation. It's not an immediate concern, but.

Thank you for your time, truly.

revengeisalie

[Have a Rin with dark rings beneath her eyes peering at you.]

Ahh... this place is so exhausting! Lights blinking at you every which way. I've seen panels with moving pictures on them in every other window while walking on the streets. Then there's the self-moving cars, I keep forgetting to watch out for those when I'm just leaving a building!

And the sirens! Seriously, that one siren just goes on and on. Do they have to do that? I'm kind of curious about the Darkness, but most of me thinks "yeah, maybe next century".

[She momentarily doubles over.]

In which my bones may well lie on this soil.

[Zip! Back upright. As you do.]

Anyway, the point of this whole rant is, I need a job. Uhm, I don't really have experience, but I guess I can do housework all right. And I'm polite and get along with people. I could also carry things if they're not super heavy.

Uhm, I hope you will consider me... ?

jokesonthem

[It's been two weeks since Reim arrived, and he's sort of vaguely managed to settle in. Which means the opportunity has arisen to dive headfirst into Modern Technology that will confuse him greatly, of course. At least he knows which way to hold the NV, as he addresses it politely,]

Hello, [beat] city. I've recently arrived, and from a place very much unlike this one, so please excuse my ignorance of proper procedure when I ask-

How would one go about learning to drive a car? Could someone-- if it isn't too much, that is, lessons would be... appreciated. Although I'm afraid I don't have any experience whatsoever.

[Pause. He makes a face.]

Well. I've driven a tank, but...

[But we don't talk about Tank Day. Reim taps his fingers thoughtfully before adding, brightly,]

I am also interested in obtaining some work.

[He gives the NV a little smile, the perfect, practiced smile of a professional who knows when to be extra nice.]

Of course, any assistance will-- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP [--be interrupted by the very sudden sound of an alarm going off on his NV (accidentally set without his knowledge, oops), which makes him shout and drop the thing--it lands on his toes, he yelps again, and it turns itself off when it hits the floor.

Flawless first impressions.]

bondsoflove

[A boy, thin and haggard, trembling. His face is drawn and pale and he's twitchy, glancing to the side every few seconds like he's waiting to be attacked.

Considering he entered Siren's Port an hour or so after midnight, this isn't that much of a surprise.

He's still feeling a little sick, although it's as likely to be psychosomatic and aggravated by malnutrition as the actual lingering effects of the pull.]

The weather. [His illness, the things he's seen--creatures, humanoid, black holes of power. Other creatures, malformed and disgusting. He doesn't want to talk about it.] Is it always like this?

[Cold. It's not that he's never been exposed to it, but it's a rarity. He's used to a perpetually warm climate, both from the areas he's been traveling in and his birthplace.]

comradely

[ Hello Network, you're treated to a close-up of a single charcoal eye before the person who it belongs to moves back, revealing a young boy with messy black hair that's kept in place with a headband. His left eye is covered with a bandage and he has a very puzzled, uncertain expression on his face. ]

Is this thing on? [ The screen goes blurry for a moment as he taps his NV before he seems to notice something and stops. ]

I was told this reaches some sort of network? [ If his expression is anything to go by, he doesn't... really get it, but he's pressing on regardless, suddenly a bit hopeful. ] And that maybe I could find someone I know on this. So I figured I should introduce myself so uh... Hey, I'm Obito Uchiha of the Uchiha clan from Konohagakure. [ Have an awkward wave and although he tries to keep a cool expression, he's failing because WOW this is uncomfortable and awkward. It's like talking to a mirror or something.

There's a long pause as he tries to figure out what next to say. ]

I've already been explained some things, so there's no need for that I guess. There's only one thing I'm wondering about though... [ He hesitates again for a moment. ] Does anyone remember dying before they came here?

[ And now it just got more awkward. Quickly: ] Uh, that's all! [ OBITO OUT. ]

czes

[The familiar, fresh-faced boy with neatly combed hair is sitting in front of a desk lamp that gives off warm light. He's wearing a button-down shirt and a vest that gives off more of a vibe of times gone by than hipster parents. He smiles gently at the camera.]

So the other day one of my idiot friends subjected me to a particularly stupid lecture about how I've been behaving here in the city this last year and a half. It was annoying [grin] but it did get me thinking.

I haven't been very honest - [a bit of an eyeroll] like anyone ever is - but it's starting to really get in the way of things. My stupid friend seems to think I'll make even more stupid friends if I'm honest, so, here goes.

The truth is, I was born in the 18th Century. I've been a child like this ever since I drank the elixir of life in 1711 . The last time I visited home, it was the year 2002. I'm over 300 years old.

[His voice pitches upward: cute, sweet, never touched by aging.] Sorry I lied. I thought if people knew, they'd try to hurt me. It's happened in the past. [He won't admit that it's pretty easy to manipulate people with that cute face of his, too.]

One more thing. My name's not Benjamin, it's Czeslaw. Czeslaw Meyer.

I've had a lot of fun meeting all of you.