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[This is Larry standing at the foot of the stairs of his house, beside the life-size statues of Phoenix and Edgeworth, his two best friends who have long since left the Port (again). His head is bowed and he looks strangely thoughtful. The NV is perched somewhere some distance away so that you can see much of Larry and the statues.]

Well...if there's one thing I'm thankful for, it's my friends. All the friends I've met in the Port, and back home. [He brightens up a little bit.] Like...really, really thankful. I've met a lot of 'em.

[A pause. Larry grips something he wears around his neck - the round orange pendant he had been wearing for several months now.]

That's why...some time ago, I made a wish.

[He cups the gem in his hands, and it morphs into something more ornate and egg-shaped, shining with a dazzling orange light. The light spreads all over his body and he closes his eyes as if asleep as his clothes change - his jacket becomes a tailcoat, his shirt becomes a vest and a cravat (with a small orange gem mounted in the center), his trousers become breeches tucked into boots high as his thighs...and when the transformation is complete, he is clutching a six-foot orange halberd with a mean-looking edge - which he quickly moves away from Phoenix's spiky head.

Suddenly Larry looks a little more confident, even breaking into a confident grin.]

'Bout time I told you guys. I became a Puella Magi to protect my friends, and I kept it a secret 'cause I thought someone might get hurt by a witch or something if they found out. But...I dunno, witches don't seem to do that sort of thing. [He scratches his head with his free hand.] Besides, it was pretty hard to keep this sort of thing under wraps.

I have to fight witches from now on, but I don't mind if it means having the power to protect the people I know!

hulkbusted

Kevin Ford's NV is offline and Mimsy is gone.

I seem to be living alone now.

At the same time, two people I know from home are in the Port. Strange how things work here.

rewritethesky

[It's been a while since she's really been on the network, and though she still doesn't know about Xion's panicked call from a month ago, she's been laying low in general. Little by little she's been trying to become more sociable, especially now that school and her exams are finished.

So now she's focusing on something else, and it's come to her attention as she sits in a chair at Kahve, that it's been about a year already.]

Newcomers are coming in again. Hopefully things will be a little easy for them as they settle in.

But, I just have a question for those that have been here longer. Have your goals or dreams changed so much since you got here? Did you achieve things you never would have dreamed of?

[She's feeling sentimental, but thinking about the year she spent and all the things she's done now, it's got her thinking about other people too.]

icy_heavens

[This is filtered away from all Espada, Grell, and Hattie. He’s not up to putting up with your crap today. It’s taken time for him to even be able to do this much, even though he’s still hiding behind text. Because since when does he ever want to show emotion? He doesn’t trust his face or voice right now.]

To those it concerns, Hinamori Momo has been returned home.

[Yep, that’s it. Short and to the point. Why draw things out? He’ll just sit here in his room and continue being depressed.]

Current Mood: morose

surgicalshot

[Two very familiar doctors are at the Newcomer Clinic, which has recently been stocked with lots of boxes of syringes, non-latex gloves, blankets, tissues, and the standard issue hospital masks. Doctor Tenma has a mask around his neck, something that he could easily pull up for the next patient. There’s some gloves hanging around his stethoscope, too, the same with Doctor Yumeno.]

I think everyone knows by now that there’s some kind of virus going around. It presents itself like the flu, and it’s spreading pretty fast.

[Tenma looks at Daedalus, who looks at the camera.]

We're here to advise you on the basics. Stay rested and well-hydrated, this is especially important if you are losing fluids to fever or vomiting. Acetaminophen or ibuprofen can be used to reduce a fever.

[Tenma moves one of the boxes aside, a package filled with prescription bottles.]

From what we’ve heard, there might be a shortage of these drugs at local pharmacies. We do have some supply here at the newcomer clinic, if you need to stop by. If fever lasts for longer than 3 days, or if you begin coughing up blood, give one of us, or the Clinic, a call.

[Daedalus gives a small nod at the camera, hands folded on the table.]

If your temperature rises above 104°F, you'll want to come to the emergency room at either Siren's Port General, or Skye Medical Center. Skye's walk-in clinic is open even during darkness, but...it's very crowded now, you can expect to be waiting for several hours. If you're not experiencing severe symptoms, it's probably a better idea to stay home and in bed.

Please be careful to avoid heavily congested public places, such as public transportation, the mall, stadium, movie theaters, all of those kind of things. Be sure you're washing hands, especially before preparing or handling food.

[Tenma points to the mask around his neck.]

Also, it might be wise to pick up one of these hospital masks, so if you go into a crowded place, it’s just an extra protection against breathing in any germs. We have a lot of boxes of them at the Clinic, so if you want, you can stop by and pick one or two up.

[Daedalus speaks up again.]

As of right now, SERO's Disease Control Division has noted symptoms surfacing rapidly among many newcomers and local citizens alike, over the past 48 hours. They have advised that hospitals treat this as an outbreak-level threat. They are the Island's leading source of information on epidemiology breakthroughs, and we at SPGH and Skye are receiving hourly developments from each of the hospitals, which are in open communication with one another.

We'll be keeping you updated with relevant information as it develops on our end, if we can beat the news media to it. We'd also like to be aware of the resources available to newcomers. You can come here to the clinic for basic over-the-counter medical supplies. We've purchased them in bulk, and have them here, so you can skip the lines at the drug store.

[Tenma smiles reassuringly at the camera.]

We’re not trying to scare you or anything by all of this, by the way. We just want to keep everyone healthy, so if you need anything, you can call any of the doctors from the Newcomer Clinic, or myself, or Doctor Yumeno, 24/7. That's all we have for now, so be safe, Siren's Port!

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.]

not_the_dreck

[The people at the police department probably noticed before anyone else: Asch was out all day that day, and he didn't call anyone to let them know he was sick. That wasn't like him; even when he was practically dying from that magical cold, he had called and let people know he was sick.]

[It's not until the time the siren's are about to sound that Asch finally appears on the NVs, not... really looking his usual grumpy self. If anything, he looks disoriented, and... sad?]

I... I guess I missed work... I...

[Dammit, this was so typical... were replicas made to be complete failures in their life?]

[...wait, replica?]

[Asch held his head, trying to sort through things. Replica... yeah, he was a replica, of... of Luke. Of course he was the replica, why else would he be calling himself something else? Joe was like that too, right? He called himself something different to separate himself from his original.]

[...but wait, didn't Van give him this name...?]

[Asch clung to his head, as if that would help his thoughts make sense. Replica. He was the replica.]

[But I have memories of my childhood, don't I?!]

[But his hair was short! The replica's hair was short, and the original's was long! Right?!]

[He let out a not-very-Asch-like sob, falling to his knees just out of his NV's view.]

I-I... what am I... who am I...?!

not_the_dreck

[Anyone close to where Asch lives could probably hear the high pitched, absolutely enraged scream that came from the old Outer Haven that morning. A few minutes later, he'll be taking that screaming to the NVs.]

[...in video, so everyone can see that someone out there got in one last April Fools Day prank while Asch was asleep.]

DRECK!!!

YOU DID THIS TO ME DIDN'T YOU!? YOU DAMN WELL BETTER BE HIDING RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU NEVER KNEW WHAT A PAIR OF SCISSORS WERE YOU STUPID, IDIOTIC REPLICA!!!

[Needless to say, he's not happy about his new haircut.]

recitings

Has anyone seen a large man, black hair to the nape of his neck, with dark blue eyes that glow? He goes by the name of Angeal Hewley, and I haven't seen him since yesterday morning before he went off to work.

[Genesis clearly looks somewhere between cross and worried-- like he'd probably slap Angeal when he comes back home, but at the same time might just cry over him if he does. Then he switches the feed to private for his other housemates-- including Angeal.]

Sephiroth, Cloud, have either of you noticed him at home? I was out at a shoot last night. I just back some hours ago. I'll be around the house for the rest of the day, so I'll be keeping an eye out for him if neither of you have seen him.

[Then as an afterthought, he makes the feed public again.]

Angeal, if you're hearing this, you better come home or I'll firaga your ass!

[And he cuts the feed all huffy and annoyed.]

ex_chocoboing98

When an NV returns your sent messages, and when you make a call and it says it's unavailable... Does it mean that... Does it mean what I think it means? Because if it does, Yazoo is gone.

[There is a long pause in which he wasn't expecting to receive a little note...

Swallows before speaking again.]

Raven too...

needtobecleaned

[It's a blue eyed KOS-MOS today, looking a bit sad. The image changed from her, to a map. The map is clearly marked Rennes le Château and it only remains on screen for a moment before it switches back to the blue haired woman.]

It's a bit silly. I have tried to deny it but I cannot any longer. This planet is Lost Jerusalem, now called Earth. Strange how a name can change over the course of five thousand years. Rennes le Château was a simple floating landmass in my time. I was forced to use my Phase Transfer Cannon to gain access before it was reduced to Planck Scale.

[Still looking a bit sad. Mary isn't going to get over this for awhile.]

There are rumors in my time that Mary Magdalene was buried there.

[Except not rumors. She knows exactly where she was buried.]

In any case, that's not the reason for this. I was actually somewhat curious as to who I would speak to about becoming a Greeter. Since I don't require sleep or nourishment, I have much more time than any one else. It's not because I lack funds, but because I have more time on my hands than I care for. Yeshu may not appreciate the decrease in time spent with him but he seems quite at home with the House, already.

[A short pause and then:]

For those who do not know me, I am KOS-MOS. Should you require any assistance after sirens, please call on me.

recitings

[Today, Genesis seems to be leisurely lounging at the house with his feet propped up on a table and a slim sabre in his hands. Dressed down in jeans and a button-down white shirt, he looks more like he's posing for a picture rather than coming on to tell people something over the network.

Well, he didn't just turn on the NV to look pretty. Although people are very welcome to stare.]

I've been thinking that with all this free time on my hands, maybe I should start a kind of side-line job. I don't think it would hurt my modeling career to offer sword fighting lessons to whoever is interested. So, would you be interested?

[His bright blue eyes are fixed on the NV now as he expertly maneuvers the sabre despite his laid back posture. Trained eyes can notice that his body is more accustomed to handling something heavier though, like the massive scarlet sword hanging on the wall behind him.]

You'll get lessons from a First Class SOLDIER. One of the finest, best-trained fighters back in my world. I can't say much about my actual skills as a teacher, but I've learned a thing or two about handling people back in the military. Just let me know if you're interested.

[Then he makes the feed private to Franz]

Your lessons will always be free of charge.

[And a wink, and he shuts off the feed.]

lockandkeyblade

[So it does happen on occasion that Sora likes to play Sherlock. This particular evening, inspiration strikes while in the midst of training exercises in the woods (taught to him some time ago by a certain blue haired master). His hair's a little mussed, outfit slightly askew. But here's something new! Sora's sporting some new duds: At the moment, his left arm's covered in what appears to be some well-crafted armor.]

I've been thinking... Back in my world, there used to things called Gates that helped get you from place to place. Thing is, they weren't all that easy to find, and they didn't just open for anybody or for any reason.

Only, if I'm right, I just might know a way to make this work!

[Hence, his next question. It's completely relevant to the previous matter, he promises:]

What's most important to you? What's something you guys just can't go without?

[Tell the sixteen year old about your precious items, Siren's Port. So he can ask to see it. Toss it in the air. Point a weapon at it.]

[It'll turn out just fine.]

[Probably.]

ex_chocoboing98

[Honking sounds in the background, the soft purr of an engine muffles most of them though.]

... What's the likelihood of an accident occurring at the same time two days in a row?

...

[Sighs, turns off the engine and mumbles:] I'm gonna be late again.

cognidis

[ There's this pause when the feed cuts on -- he's still not used to talking to so many people at one time, but for this, he really thinks he needs to. ]

...Hey.

[ All the awkward. ]

This is...probably a really silly question, but-- yesterday was the second of February, right?

needtobecleaned

[KOS-MOS is just walking along the street. Some people might think she's going shopping but since she isn't human, there's no need. She doesn't work today so it seems she's just patrolling. Or learning more of the cities layout.

Her expression though looks like she wants to be sighing. She turns her NV to look behind her... Where a small, colorful kitten is following her. It has no collar but some people don't put collars on their cats so...]

It has been following me for ten minutes. I have attempted to coax it to return to its mother or owner but it won't be swayed.

[Why is it following her? And what should she do about it]

If anyone has lost this feline, please alert me and I will bring it to you. It seems intent on following me anywhere.

[She could jump onto a rooftop to avoid it but... dammit, she shouldn't have to go that far.]

mom_to_us_all

[That thing you see there, blocking your NV screen... is a paw. A gigantic paw. But have no fear, a moment later it's moved away and the nose of a big canine is sniffling it now--

sniff, sniff...

If you thought it was over, have a very wet tongue is tasting it now...

slurp, slurp...

The tongue finally moves away and we can see a white wolf staring skeptically at the screen... Yes, skeptically.]

Has anyone seen a sparkly prophet? He looks exactly like this:

[The words appear as if she had used some kind of brush, but they immediately transform into readable text in the NVs. Then, a drawing:]

[Yup, exactly like that.]

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.]