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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.

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

ex_prodigism243

[ Hello Network, today you're greeted by a bespectacled teen in summer clothes who looks pretty unfazed about finding himself in Siren's port. There's a sniper rifle casually slung over his shoulder and he's obviously moving, but his hand is steady enough that it doesn't turn the feed shaky at all.]

Hello everyone, I'm Yukio Okumura and I've been here before— which was a year ago, I believe. I remember everything about this place and I was told then that the Core likes to send people back home and then bring them back here again, but well. It was a difficult concept to grasp then. Not anymore now, I suppose. Does it happen often? And to those it happened to as well, did you remember Siren's Port when you returned home? That's all I wanted to ask.

[ He pauses, about to cut to feed, before he remembers and adds: ]

Oh, and just like before, I offer my services as an exorcist and my medical knowledge to anyone who needs it.

moveslikestrider

( wild red text under here )

[ Translation: This on? Ok, cool. It looks like it's in working order. Seems like coming here up and altered my shades but still not sure to what extent. I'm not actually typing to you. This is all thought text. Pretty rad right?
Anyway, before anyone leaps in here to go hey kid you're idiot and have no idea what's up with this place let me school you on this shit.
Don't.
I got a good idea of what's up thanks someone telling me about it when I landed my ass in the middle of the baseball field.
Why did they even pick that field as the spot"
It's like they wanted to film every arrival and laugh at the bad landings
Hey that one got a 2.0!
Check out that jackass he got a zero for face first.
That shit aside I'll going to have to sigh real heavily here and ask what the job market is like.
Seeing as all the cash I already earned is light the fuck years away, or something like that.
Sort of have to work it to keep my residence. ]

[Text opt.]

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.]

summing_it_up

[All that is heard at first are blasts. Quick, short fireblasts. That and the sound of high-pitched mechanical squeals dying out in an instant.

The black blurs into light, refocusing as best it can at the framerate it's going. The ~~rock~~ NV ends up on the ground next to the remains of...a cell phone. The skewed angle shows part of an exasperated Hiccup and a blur of scaly black.]

–Too close! That– that was way too close!

[There is little time to recover. More of the handheld devices on display (now complete with the Viscious Attitudes app and sharp, spindly limb accessories) start to skitter all over the street kiosk. Low growling counters the screeching...followed by another violet flash of light. The kiosk and all of its inventory is left a smoldering spot on the ground. Hiccup looks relieved, taking a moment to pat the dragon's flank.]

...Thanks, bud.

[Toothless grunts, then jerks his head up as they are interrupted by a more human scream. The initial fear of the tone dives into one of anger. The boy exchanges glances with the dragon, holding up his hands as he tries to calm the man storming over toward them.]

–Those were expensive!!

H-hey, look, I'm sorry–

–Everything's DESTROYED thanks to you and your overgrown LIZARD–

[Toothless bares his teeth, but Hiccup quickly shoves himself in front of the dragon's face.]

–He was trying to help! WE were trying to survive, okay? It's not like we knew this was going to happen– !!

–You don't get it! You just don't get it!!

[The owner of the former kiosk continues, relentless with his use of expletives. He finds himself at a loss before hastily dropping down to scoop up the NV.]

Aaand now we really have a problem! Come on, Toothless, we gotta go. NOW!

[With the NV clutched tightly to his chest, it's hard to see anything or make out what's being said. But the last line is clear. And obviously frustrated.]

–I SAID I'M SORRY!!

[The feed then cuts out.]

Current Location: Sector 2

littlest_lord

( - BROADCAST - )

littlest_lord

_{[When the feed comes on the network will be graced by two very familiar faces. Ciel Phantomhive and Gilbert Nightray seem to be standing in the kitchen of Funtom’s bakery, but there are a few noticeable changes that those who’ve seen where all those delicious pies are made should be able to pick out. The biggest of them all would be the giant flat screen that seems to have been installed, along with a few small cameras hanging from the ceiling and in corners here and there. With a smile, Ciel starts, greeting the network. Listen up, he has something important to say!]}

Good Morning, Siren’s Port. For those of you who are unfamiliar with me and my associate, I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, co-owner of Funtom Toys & Sweets and this is Gilbert Nightray, the manager and co-owner of this establishment. Today we’re here to inform you about an exciting contest that Funtom will be holding this coming Saturday, August 25th. Gilbert?

_{[And meanwhile, behind him, Gilbert looks...slightly awkward. He’s never been good at talking over the NV, let alone making a public statement like this. He clears his throat behind a closed fist before speaking.]}

Funtom Bakery is holding a cake baking and decorating contest. The grand prize for the winning team will be one-thousand dollars for each member.

_{[There’s a nod from Ciel before the young boy takes over, gesturing to the kitchen behind them.]}

There will be three teams in total along with a total of five judges. Contestants have the entire day from 9:00 AM to two hours before the siren’s sound to complete their cake. They will then be able to present their creation to the judges and have it judged before an audience.

Ah...what did they call it? A reality show...?

I believe so? Those who compete will find themselves performing in front of an audience, as the footage the cameras behind me will capture will be broadcast to all of your NVs. To make the experience interactive, those who wish to cheer on their favourite team will be able to do so by submitting comments through their NV and having them displayed on the screen behind me in real time. Whether you wish to submit words of encouragement or criticism, that is solely up to the viewer.

So we’re asking for volunteers who’d like to compete or join our team of judges. Everyone gets free food in the end, at least.

And those who wish to visit Funtom to watch the spectacle on a large screen are welcome to. Tea and cake during and after the event is a given. Contestants have until 9:00 PM on the 24th to enter into the competition.

_{[There’s a pause before Ciel looks over to Gilbert, giving him a little nudge with his elbow. Don’t space out on him now, bro.]}

Ah! _{[He smiles then, awkwardly and over-exaggerated at the camera. But despite the happy expression, it’s clear that he feels like a tool by saying this.]}

W-we hope you’ll help us - make it a success!

_{[Awkward...laugh. Ciel, please save him here.]}

We hope to see you all there!

_{[ooc: Please check the OOC Post about the event and if you wish to sign up! There are four contestant spots left, along with one judge spot!]}

inthejunk

[Hey, Portians. Yosuke is done hiding behind the voice function, seeing that his face isn't uglied up that badly these days. In fact, if you ignore the big cast on one arm, he looks pretty much like the usual old Yosuke. Albeit, he hasn't touched up the roots of his hair (oh look, he's a brunette after all) which is definitely weird for him, he looks cheerful enough.]

[You've missed these up the nose shots while he finds the camera angle he likes, admit it.]

Hi, everyone.

I wanted to thank the people who helped with the Open Mic night, and everyone who turned up for it too of course. It was a pretty good success! Because some money was made, I have good news to announce.

The Cat's Eye will be open now every Tuesday and Saturday, all day long. Our manager Raul Creed-san isn't available for comment, but I promise you that I'm the executive type of dishwasher, and I'm authorized to make this sort of declaration.

We wanted to kick off this Saturday with a special menu, but since we haven't found a cook yet we might need to take a rain check for that. But I promise I make really great coffee, and our beautiful barmaid Nill-san will keep your glasses full.

Um, about that. Does anyone have some cooking experience? If you don't mind...let's say "growing with a business" it should be a great second job! I promise, the boss isn't a huge jerk.

Anyway, besides that there was one thing. I uh...I guess I need to learn a few things about accounting and that sort of stuff. Since I haven't finished high school, and I don't really want to, is there a way not to bother with university? Aren't there some technical schools around, maybe? That way I don't have to waste time learning.

...Extra things, I mean. Uh.

Thank you for your time! And we appreciate your continued business while we find out feet again.

[He'll just finish this with a bright "Thanks for Shopping at Junes!" smile. Yeah, that should do it.]

whosdaughter

[Jenny's sat by the window of her apartment, from where she's been watching the nightly disturbances play out.]

I don't understand. Those creatures, what makes them so different from every other race out there that they are so unreachable? Have they no mind of their own? Are they not sentient? They are fearsome yes but why does that mean they care for nothing but violence?

Has anyone had any interaction with them? Even just in battle? You can learn so much by facing an opponent so surely someone must know something?

maddeninghatter

[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]

I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.

[ It isn't his car. ]

So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.

[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]

I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?

[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]

littlestbee

[ Accidental post | Video ]
Niche? [ Most likely, one of his fingers had accidentally brushed by a few buttons and turned it on. Whoever is unlucky to see this will get a rather nausea-inducing view of the world (blurry fabric and shoes) bumping up and do, hearing small but loud footsteps (boots), as well as a child’s voice (definitely a boy’s, but one who still has growing to do.) ]

Steak? Where are you? [ Somewhat more frantic. ] Niche and Steaak!!! [ His words aren’t making much sense, are they. ] Shout if you can hear me!

[ The horrible bumping finally stops, and there’s only the sound of quick breaths being drawn in and out. ] Where is this, anyway…Siren’s Port isn’t on my map— [ A pause. ] “good luck with the darkness”?

[ For the first time, he appears to notice what’s in his hand. There is a brief glimpse of white hair stuffed messily under a cap with strands popping out everywhere, a pair of amber-coloured eyes, and a mouth drawn in a bemused frown before the view returns to the ground. ] I wonder why I had this. [ He flips it back up, as if considering what to do with it. ]

Hello? [ He speaks rather loudly, probably assuming the NV is an intercom or something. ] I’m Lag Seeing! I’m a Bee from Yuusari and I’m looking for someone. Niche—she’s a girl with golden hair and sea-blue eyes. She’s with Steak—he’s an animal we picked up and his mouth is as big as him.

I…they…if anyone who can hear this has seen them, please let me know! Thank you and nice to meet all of you!

[ The boy finally tucks it into his coat, the communicator going dark and rustling against his clothing. ] …find both f’you soo— He takes a few more steps, and then at that point even the sound fades away to nothingness. ]

[ ooc: This is a late, late first post. But here I am, finally getting things underway ]

deformed

[ ~~You're the fandom bullfrog, SP, well done if you understand that ref.~~ Positioning the NV on a window-sill, Zuko steps back with a sceptical look as he checks it's running; he looks entirely healed since the last time he crashed into the network, thankfully, albeit as awkward as any sixteen-year-old boy possibly can. Sighing, a hand runs through his hair. ]

Um. Hello. Zuko, here.

So ... I recently arrived and I still haven't been to many places in this city. It's nowhere near as huge as Ba Sing Se — that's the biggest one back where I come from — but still pretty large. We should go explore it. [ Oops, that was a bit out of the blue, wasn't it? Not in his head, until he checks himself. ] Here, not there. Not right now, unless — you want to? I mean, I'm free, but I can wait for you if you don't take too long, I'd like to get to know where everything is.

[ Screwing his eyes shut against irritation (yes, over himself, because who insults the people they're trying to introduce themselves to?), he somewhat starts again. ]

Or I could help you out ... maybe. I don't know how much good burning things would do. [ Lifting a hand, it's clearly on fire with crackling flames and not perturbing him at all as he forgets to waft it away. ] I've suddenly got a lot of time on my hands, if anyone wants to bother doing stuff.

... 'Stuff'? Urgh, I sound so stupid.

[ ~~Life-changing field-trip with Zuko, anyone?~~ ]

pullsheavendown

[Roxas is kicking back at the just-closed S.S. Kahve tonight, hours after Grellzilla's rampage is over.

All the customers have been shooed out to get home before the siren rings and the darkness spreads, but there's no harm in enjoying an after-shift cup of java.]

So does anyone know what that storm was about earlier? Or...I dunno, some people said it was a monster, but I haven't seen pictures or anything. And there was something about flying cows. [He sounds skeptical. Yeah Keigo, he doubts you.] Whatever it was, I hope people are okay.

Anyway, we had kind of a slow day today—I guess storm-monster-whatevers make people nervous enough they don't want to get jittery on caffeine too. So in the shop we started reading our horoscopes and comparing them and I want to know—are these really real at all?

I know the writer's supposed to have a special power or something, but come on. "You need to climb out of the rut you've fallen into." What if I haven't fallen into a rut, what then? And everyone born around that time supposedly has the same problems? And the rest is really vague. And everyone's got personal problems. It doesn't take a lot of insight to put that in a horoscope.

Has anyone ever gotten anywhere from paying attention to these things and following their advice?