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[Angeal’s NV comes on as he sets a box down, marker in hand to write what was in it as he speaks to it, a smile crossing his face, but it has a melancholy mood to it.]

I suppose when people disappear, no news is better than hearing news. [As much as he wants to hope, anyway. This is the second time he has had to box up the room of someone he cares about here, but at least this time there wasn’t a body to identify beforehand.] As far as I can tell, it means they have gone home.

Or are otherwise out of our reach, yes. [Sephiroth’s voice is quiet, subdued as always from a man who keeps all emotion to himself. He sets another box next to Angeal’s, and starts to tape both tops shut while the other man labels the contents.] It needn’t be a bad thing.

[But the loss this time is closer to him than Angeal, though they had all liked the girl. It makes him wonder too if Genesis is to lose someone next.]

No, I don’t think it so at all- Miss Himawari will be fine back home. [He looks up at the other from his kneeled position, reassuring as he had earlier, that things would be okay for her, as it would be for them no matter how much they would miss her.]

I know. [They both know. He rakes a hand through his hair, re-tying the ponytail and letting it fall against his back. Then, head slightly cocked to the side, he reaches down to pick up Angeal’s PHS.] Did you mean to turn this on?

Oh, yes. [He nods, then looks away from the other man to address the camera again.] Miss Himawari is gone, unfortunately, so our condolences to those who knew her as we did. I’m sure the Greeter program will miss her just as much as the rest of us, but hopefully I can ease some with that, being the new guy on board.

[Sephiroth shifts, moving around the boxes and kneeling next to Angeal so that they can both be in the frame.] And to that note, I suppose -- at least for the time being -- that I will be assuming Miss Himawari’s responsibilities in regard to the program. To those that may be interested in the Greeters -- in a leadership capacity or not -- I welcome you to contact me, either here or privately.

We’ll both be around, if you need us. [A smile, and Angeal reaches for the NV to turn it off, with an aside to Sephiroth as he does.] We might as well get the other room finished, since we are already at it...

soldierfirst

[The feed opens from the interior of Sephiroth's office at Violet Systems; he'd needed some time away from a house of sick friends to order his thoughts. The decor around him is largely white, with silvery accents of stainless steel and brushed aluminum, highlighted here and there with purple tones. It is a modern setting: sparse and state-of-the-art. All the white and his own natural paleness is contrasted greatly to the dark uniform of the SOLDIER that he is: he knows well how to make a statement; this is the General speaking more than the man.]

Good afternoon, Siren's Port. [A pause -- brief, but carefully calculated.] Or as good an afternoon as it can be, with a number of people still sick. At least there is more hope of a cure now, however...delayed it might be in getting to non-natives.

[But that is an argument that's been addressed several times over, across the Network and back again. And while it probably could be addressed again -- change is brought about only through persistence -- this is not such a time. There is something else he wishes to address in the current forum.]

And a celebration to attend, as I am sure everyone has seen by now. But I'm sure we've also all seen the hatred directed at Newcomers, especially recently with the outbreak of this disease. I'm sure we all have our own experiences with it.

[Another pause, a bit briefer than the first. There is no need to dwell upon what they have all experienced in some form or the other.]

What Mister Creed proposes is a celebration of life, and I would like for it to remain that way. I know I've made this request before, for the convention of Newcomer businesses. I am now asking again for a few good men and women to help me in the endeavor of keeping the peace for this event. All interested parties, please do not hesitate to contact me. The NPP is already hard at work with their planning, and the seventh is not long away.

[Another pause, and the barest of smiles.] Thank you, everyone, for your time.

[ooc: oh just forget that hiatus I'm supposed to be on. I'll try my best for timely replies, but please bear with my work schedule.]

soldierfirst

[The feed opens to...black. The palm of a glove, in fact; the glove pulls away a moment later, the hand having been employed in the task of positioning the NV for broadcast. What it shows is a clean, modern conference room; anyone who has been a guest of Violet Systems will likely recognize the decor of its facilities. Sephiroth comes into view a moment later, dressed in his uniform and looking every inch the General that he is as he sits in a chair to face the recording.]

Good morning, Siren's Port. [A pause, the kind that's calculated to make sure the attention of the audience has been grasped.] I come to you with a request.

By now, many of you may have seen or heard about Mister Chaolan's idea, to coordinate a convention for the Newcomer owned and run businesses here in the Port. I am pleased to confirm that this event will be happening this coming weekend. [Another pause, and a hint at something that could maybe sort of be a smile, but is gone too quickly for it to truly be called one.] This is where you come in, those of you who might be interested.

I am looking for a few good men and women who would be willing to act in the capacity of security for the event itself. If there are any interested parties, please contact me so that I may evaluate your suitability to the task. [And there it is, an actual smile. ~~Someone was obviously trained for this sort of thing.~~] I look forward to it.

[ooc: coordination for security for the event is here. Coordination for the event itself is here.]

soldierfirst

[It's early morning of the 2^nd and Sephiroth isn't using video, something unusual for him. ~~He still has pink hair.~~ His tone is mostly even, but here and there his words are short and clipped.]

I need to know if anyone in the Port has experience with memory manipulation or erasure -- and, more importantly, the undoing thereof.

[The sentence trails a little, as if he's going to add more, but the General decides against it -- the situation can be explained if anyone responds with anything helpful.]

Thank you.

[Locked away from Genesis, Angeal and Cloud:]

Some advice on the removal of dye from light-colored hair would also be helpful.

[Housemates will note that he has not been present since the night previous, and will not return today either.]

soldierfirst

[A short, simple post pings the Network about an hour before evening sirens.]

It seems that this world is eager to claim a holiday or celebration for every little thing. Is there then one for remembrance of those lost? It is a strange question, I know, but it is sometimes more expedient to simply ask. |

[For anyone who might be out and about this evening, Sephiroth is wandering among the markers at the Newcomer Memorial, giving most of them at least a casual regard but spending the bulk of his time at one or two in particular.]

soldierfirst

All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

[Thursday evening and the feed opens with the quiet recitation, the camera angled in a way that it captures Sephiroth's shoulder and his profile as he looks out one of the second floor windows in the house he shares with his friends. He's not paying particular attention to the broadcast save for his words being directed at it; it's simply become a habit to use the video function when addressing the network.]

A fitting bit of verse for the weather, perhaps. [And perhaps for his mood of late, though few would be allowed the privilege of seeing such. He is, as ever, the General, presenting a quiet, composed front because that's what he does.]

I've heard a few people bemoaning winter and its habits. It's a bit novel in its extremity; snow certainly isn't unfamiliar to me, but in Midgar there was rarely an extreme of any type of weather. I suppose as an island the Port is lucky, for the fact that if necessary, snow can be brought to the sea.

How are those in the Towers fairing? I am not the only one who has volunteered to teach arrivals to defend themselves if they may need it, and I invite those interested to speak here. I am certain that one of us will be able to coordinate with you for lessons.

[He leans forward to cut the feed -- which is largely what happens, save for a private message sent to a certain doctor.]

[Private to Daedalus Yumeno]

Doctor Yumeno, I wish to proceed with what we had discussed.

[ooc: also, if I have missed anything you wanted to continue that's still on LJ, give me a poke about it. I'll admit to not checking in over there because it's become unreadable and hard to load, but I'd love to continue on this host once the import goes through.]