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Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

psychopath

I'm too old for this!

[has any of you heard a 24-year old man whine? because you're hearing one right now. Jack's wearing a newsboy cap and a jolly Christmas sweater, and he looks like he's in a tree of some sort.

Some might realize he's in the forest, in a tree that's fairly impossible to climb unless you're part monkey or something. He has a hand against a cheek, his nose is red, and he looks really miserable. Teenage-girl miserable. He lifts his hand and gingerly prods against a proud, majestic specimen of a pimple near his nose, and groans.]

I never got these before! Ugh. Does anyone know how to get rid of....this...without leaving a scar?

princeofpictionary

[ Despite some of the events that had gone on the past few days, Prince Soma still seems to be his usual upbeat self. It's December, his BFF just had a birthday, it's snowed a few times this month - a type of weather that still amazes him - and to top it all off, he's been learning so much about this upcoming holiday known as Christmas. He'd known of it slightly from back home, at least from the religious stand point, but he's recently become acquainted with all the other little festive bits that have become associated with it over the years. Santa, elves, reindeer, presents, candy canes...

Oh! And one other special thing... ]

I made Christmas cards!! Did everyone get them?!!

[ The answer to that should be 'NO' since - fortunately for some of you - Soma hasn't quite met everyone yet! ]

Oh! Probably not... Well, here it is if you wanted one!

[ Soma frowns at the screen for a moment while he remembers how to bring up paint images on his tablet-style NV. After a moment or two he figures it out and two images come through: The front of the card, first. Followed by the back of card. ]

I know they are perfect, so go ahead and print them and hang them up. I will allow it.

oujomerchant

[Behold, Siren's Port, for Alouette is making her first appearance upon the network. Why? Because today she feels she has something to show off today. The video opens with a shot of the young girl standing in a hallway, adorn in a violet dress and looking pleased as punch. She speaks, of course, with a french accent.]

Bonjour, everyone, I am Alouette Emeline Mercier Bouchard! As of late I have been getting quite caught up in the holiday spirit. However, before I reveal my decorations, I have come to realize that I have a bit of a.. Problem. Perhaps someone here can answer.
[She looks a bit troubled.] You see in the world where I am from our calender is different. I was born on the thirty fourth day of the twelfth month, and it has come to my attention that there is no thirty fourth day this month. Or any month, why one even only has twenty-eight days! Really, what am I supposed to do about that? Does this mean I am going to have to be fourteen forever?

Normally I would not have a problem with this, but if I had to be stuck at a particular age, I really would prefer it be sixteen.

[Alouette is lost a moment in thought, then jumps as if she had awoken from a daydream.]

Ahem! W- Well enough of that. People of Siren's Port, prepare to feast your eyes upon a four day project from the mind of a fourteen year old racing genius!

[She holds her NV out and away from her as she pushes the doors open, revealing a ballroom. Or, rather, an upside down ballroom, the chandeliers are all pointing upward.]

Oh la la la!! [beat] la la!!

[In shock the NV is dropped, conveniently left pointed upward to show a toy race-track that covers half of the ballroom floor, with all sorts of twists, turns, loop the loops as well as many little toy decorations of trees, snow mounds, reindeer, candy canes and elves to give the appearance of the 'north pole'.]

Wh- Wh- WH- WH- WHAT IS GOING ON!! How? WH- [Completely flustered, there is only one person she can think of to blame for this madness!]

R- RECEEEETTE!!!!

cruelties

[All filtered from Gilbert Nightray C:]

[The feed clicks on a young man laying down on what looks like a bench at the ubiquitous stadium with his eyes closed and his blond hair mussed. There’s sounds of people talking off-screen but their voices are indiscernible and the young man seems unconcerned about them as well. His eyes open in a squint, one red, one wine gold.]

At home, it’s Spring. I am entirely undressed for this weather. Heh. [He extends his arm so one may see his light long sleeved dress shirt and vest with no coat. His outfit may also be of noble or Victorian design depending on what sort of world the viewer is from. Wherever he's from, it is no where like Siren's Port.] My older brother scold me so much if he saw me but...

[The feed moves out of range of his expression and onto his neck tie.] Not now.

[The feed lifts back onto his face that is now contorted into a beaming grin.] Who can keep a secret? I wonder. How do you keep one?

( Private messages for Jack Vessalius, Ciel Phantomhive, Raul Creed, Elliot Nightray, and Xerxes Break. )

integrity

[Crowley is alive.

This is a shocking fact, seeing as he fully expected to die. He even set up his so-called last will and testament, to set aside his funds and business transactions and all other sorts of things, in preparation for his death. However meaningless this universe is, Crowley is nothing but pragmatic. And as he sits in his chair, in his office, nothing seems out of the ordinary, save for a few things.

Once, he is holding a glass of liquor, which is hardly unusual. What is unusual is that his fingers grip it unusually tightly, almost as if he is convinced he is going to drop it. His eyes are lacking some of the spark that they usually hold, resigned and weary and ready to quit, though Crowley does not quit. He holds himself as someone who has lost a great deal but is far too stubborn to actually roll over and take it -- and as Crowley takes a sip of scotch, he clears his throat and speaks, his words slurring only slightly. He has great practice in speaking while intoxicated.]

I saw God yesterday, while I was stabbing my friend to death.

[Crowley considers that for a moment before he decides 'screw it' and finishes off his glass.]

I suppose I should get an attorney for that incriminating statement, but I'm having difficulty caring, as God is the one who put him out of his misery. The same one who allowed our world to dissolve into chaos and misery and let's not forget what He allowed His own poor stupid useless children to do to it, they killed one another because Daddy never hugged them. And you know what the best part was?

[Crowley huffs a soft laugh as he puts the glass back down. His fingers twitch to themselves and, perhaps in a delayed reaction, the demon swipes his hand across the table to let the glass hit the ground and shatter. It was only crystal. He can just buy another.]

He was right in front of our faces the entire time, God, the witless wonder that thought it would be funny to create an entire dimension dedicated to souls shredding each other for punishment and thought it would be hilarious to let Lucifer break out of his Cage and thought it would be hysterical for Castiel to --

[But Crowley stops himself, because that is getting into something of a deep and personal moment for him, and one can't have that. Instead, his tone lowers to something soft as he pushes himself up, hands keeping himself steady at his desk.]

If you want to speak with the useless twat, our Savior, His name is Chuck Shurley. Pray to Him if you want to know why Castiel lost his mind and the Leviathan ate your friends. I'm certain He has all the answers in the world for why they existed in the first place.

[And Crowley shuts off his feed by knocking his NV off of his desk.]

motioned

So... If there was someone special to you, really special, and you wanted to get them something just as special for Christmas, but you didn't really know what they would like, how would you think of something? I can't really ask, they'd just tell me to forget about it and not waste my money. I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, and I'm going shopping soon, so if you're my friend and you're listening to this, please tell me what you'd like!

integrity

[Crowley takes great pains to look like absolutely nothing is wrong. And, to those that do not know him extraordinarily well, inside and out, he succeeds. This is nothing more than a professional business transaction, an even-tempered instruction to the populace. And as Crowley glances down at the leather book in his lap, written in a bizarre language, he looks for all the world that this is just another Wednesday.]

The individual that has shown up in the Port is not Castiel.

[It's calm and soft-spoken; a fact.]

He is infected by millions upon millions of souls from Purgatory. It's driven him insane -- and soon, his vessel will crumble and something far more dangerous will seize control of him. Right now, he is hellbent on destroying all of the evil and sin in the world, to make his Daddy look like an inept moron, which... well. You hardly need to dismantle the Ku Klux Klan to do that.

[He falls quiet for a moment or two, to consider something, before he goes on.]

You can ask how he got that way; I'm not going to answer, because for one, it's none of your concern, and two, it's not the point. The point is that I am going to put him out of his misery before he sinks this rock to the bottom of the sea, but in order to do that, I need specific ingredients for a ritual to kill what is pulling his little puppet strings.

[Crowley leans back in his chair, frowning into the camera.]

I require the bone of a righteous man, the blood of a fallen angel, and the blood of a beast from Purgatory.... an ancient monster, if you want the specifics. Whoever gives them to me will be rewarded handsomely and not be slaughtered for their bodily fluids. And speaking of... Winchesters.

[His tone is now cold.]

I require the Colt. You have four hours to give it to me before I send my hounds to retrieve it.

[And Crowley's lips twitch into a smirk that can't even quite be called that. There's little effort put into keeping appearances now. In fact, the demon looks somewhat tired.]

Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your turkey, Americans.

[And the feed cuts off.]

thebutler_serving

[As the call comes over, Sebastian is shielding his eyes from the rain with a gloved hand, though the stained white material is being soaked through. Walking to the edge of the field, his dark hair is sifting across his face with the afternoon breeze and, lacking a free hand, he disregards it. Even from the vantage point of the video feed, it's clear that his clothing is old-fashioned and what's more, regrettably in tatters. Blood-stained and torn, hardly befitting the Phantomhive butler. He is loathe to come across publicly in this state, but it can't be helped under the circumstances. First thing's first]

My, my.

This is certainly a conundrum.

[Abandoning the call of duty at a crucial time in order to make an appearance here, wherever here that may be... That is certainly Sebastian's second order of business, to begin an inquiry into making sense of his surroundings. That should be quick work. His first priority will be addressed directly]

Young master, I am here.

phazeandblood

[Here's a first, Karkat's actually saying fuck text all together right off the bat and just going with video. His apartment isn't really anything to brag about behind him, just a bunch of scattered DVD's and a strange purple pod thing with green slime in it viewable behind the couch off to the side of the screen.]

I've heard about and done some research regarding this upcoming human holiday, and it seems like a bunch of conflicting stories and bullshit. Doesn't this entire thing defeat the purpose of people telling their kids not to take candy from strangers? Like "Hey dumbass don't take candy from someone you don't know in case they're trying to kill or rape you or something. Unless it's the last day of that month, then dress up in a pretty costume for the nice serial killer rapist and take whatever they give you."

Seriously, what the fuck humans?

[He shakes his head, because seriously. Seriously he does not understand you humans.]

That bullshit aside, I'm kind of looking forward to the parties that come with it, never celebrated any human holidays before but I've seen them in a lot of movies and they look interesting. So who can tell me more about those?

[He almost goes to turn off his NV, but seems to remember something.]

Oh yeah. Hey, Naruto, that's your name right? Come on asshole, the injury is healed and you owe me a fight.

wishgrant

[As always, Luca's laying on his stomach on top of his bed, feet kicking back and forth just barely on screen. His room's less messy then it would normally be. ]

You know, it's been a really long time since I've said anything on here! I've been busy with my lessons, you see. I can do math and read a lot goo-- better now. [ He's also been trying very hard to mimic Alois's way of talking as best he can. ]

How is everyone doing? If I haven't met you, you should come say hi, okay?

motioned

how can x equal so many different things isn't it only one letter shouldn't it only be able to be one number too

[Math is hard, her life is difficult, and this was totally worth talking to the network about. Anything to distract her from homework...]

slipperysoul

[ Angel’s lingering by the angled late-day sunlight coming in through a dusty window of an abandoned warehouse when he turns on his NV, looking about as calm as can be for what he’s about to say. ]

Should have apologized weeks ago for what I did. Nobody should have been killed, I never wanted that to happen. Not here.

But how do you forgive part of who you are when you’re already condemned to hell. Absolution isn’t something i’m looking for anymore when there’s already nothing I can to do to stop the inevitable.

Saving the world doesn’t do anything when you’ve spent a few hundred years doing much worse. [ a beat, while he glances out towards the fading light. ] So what else is there?

cruelties

[Vincent is actually looking fairly cheery for once, in a genuine way, not the sort of cutting way that if anyone came too close they be sliced that some may be more familiar with. If anything it's a change, but not a complete metamorphosis from, the man hinging on the edge of insanity a few months before.]

It's a nice day isn't it? Spring will be here any day now and new possibilities will follow in on the fair weather I'm sure. I for one am changing my residence. I will be found at the Phantomhive-Trancy estate for those who wish to visit me.

[It may be significant for some Vincent is returning to the place whose lord defended him during his killing spree in the summer. If Vincent is aware his words may be taken as a subtle taunt, he's not showing it at all beyond that smirk that's always waiting to uncurl from the corners of his mouth.]

Ah! But I do have one more thing to share. As only one more thing could make this day more radiant-- my older brother's smile.

[Viewers may click on this link for an attached .jpg that is indeed of one Gilbert Nightray smiling (and Vincent apparently knows what photoshop is).

~~And yes Gil, this is about the damned cake. B(~~]

I do hope everyone is as happy as I am.

[And after that simpering comment the feed cuts.]

[OOC: Yadda yadda mun is slow tagger, tags may be days in-between during good times etc. Everything anyone who already has CR with me already knows.]

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

snakespeak

[As always, the video feed clicks on, focused on something other than the broadcaster. Today, it is a close up view of the gleaming window panes of a set of french doors. The camera doesn't move as a young man's voice addresses the network.]

'Snake has seen many signs and people talking about "Valentine's Day",' says Oscar.

'The movie box shows pictures of roses and chocolates and rings and humans kissing,' says Wilde.

'And everything is covered in red and pink and white, with heart shapes,' says Oscar.

[The pane rattles and glimpses of a white rag flash along the edge of the feed. Snake is busy with the daily cleaning. The voice doesn't change tone despite supposedly coming from different individuals, and the speaker remains out of sight.]

'What is all this nonsense about?' asks Keats.

'Snake is under the impression that this "Valentine's Day" is in regards to those whom are held dear, somehow,' says Webster. 'Is he correct in this assumption?'

'If so, then he has quite a lot to do before this day arrives~,' says Emily.

[A lengthy pause follows, before a whisper is heard just before the feed is ended.]

Smile, if I could... talk to you...

presspasskey

[ The voice-only post is unusual for Lois, but she sounds distinctly irritated. ]

The topic of the hour seems to be Valentine’s Day. It’s all about love [ there is faint irony in her voice ] and that always makes people a little unhinged. So, I thought I’d weigh in. [ She takes a deep breath. ]

Valentine’s Day is worthless. Think about it. For couple, there’s stress to make the day good, or else. It makes getting dumped just before or just after sucks. For anyone single, it’s only good for getting utterly smashed and binging on over-priced chocolate.

All right, so not worthless. The post-V-day chocolate sale is worthwhile.

Besides, something always goes wrong on Valentine’s—though nothing can be worse than last year. [ After all, what’s worse than getting turned Stepford by some bizarre form of Kryptonite, right? ] But really, it’s about advertising telling you to arbitrarily set aside February 14th for romance. Sure, birthdays or anniversaries are annual too, but those are personal.

[ ’My name is Kal-El, of Krypton—’

Finally, her tone turns positively mischievous. ] If you need to be reminded to choose one arbitrary day each year to be romantic?

You’re doing it wrong.

motioned

Wow, I'm really glad that's over! It got sort of frustrating, having the same day happen over and over, especially since nobody at school believed me. I'm glad it's really the seventh today, though! I guess that means it's almost Valentines Day. Almost my birthday, too.

[She shifts on the bed where she sits, drawing her legs up towards her until her cheek can rest on her kneecaps while her head is turned to look at the camera.]

You know, there was this boy I knew back home who would've known just what to do about the time loop thing. I mean, not that everyone didn't do a really good job, but... He was really smart. Really brave, too. I know he would've done anything for the people he cares about. He made me feel like there I could do anything, too. He was the kind of person that gave me hope when it didn't seem like there was any. Even if he's not here, he's still one of the most important people to me. There's not a day I stop thinking of him. Even if I can't talk to him for a while, though, I think it's okay. Because he didn't just make me happy when he was around. I feel like I'm still really warm inside because I got to meet him! I think it's really important to remember, too, though.

Did anyone else have someone that special to them back home? I'd like to hear about it!

[She pauses, looking like she's about to say something else. Instead, she reaches to the device and turns it off.]

[ooc: Forward dated to after all the time stuff goes completely back to normal!]

ferventknight

[For those who haven't discovered, Elliot has actually returned back to Siren's Port. It's like a dream come true...

...but not really. He doesn't look particularly happy, either. "What's new", right? Well. The Network is getting a very frustrated chewing out.] Let's get one thing straight. The last few days has been the second the entire time and people are okay with this?! This is ridiculous!

Complete and utter stupidity! What part of this is okay with the other people here in the Port?! Has everyone gone crazy?! Because it seems that way to me!

[A groan; he started gritting his teeth before continuing.] If this keeps on conitnuing, I swear... Everyone will end up paying for it!

[Then the feed ended--He's not going back outside until all this nonsense ends. It's creepy, alright? So he'll stay in the library where it's safe. Fuck the police.]