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Forgive me if this question seems foolish, but I have very little experience in this particular area.

How do you express to a boy that you are fond of them when you are unsure of his own feelings?

other_winchester

[ At first there's just a lot of crackling and what's on the screen is an incoherent blur as Adam turns the NV over in his hands, muttering to himself. ]

How the hell do you--?

[ When he finally figures it out, he holds the NV up so you get an eyeful of a blond-haired boy in his late teens, sitting in one of the Starter Apartments and looking very, very annoyed as he takes in his new surroundings. ]

So, an alternate version of Canada. With, uh, monsters in the dark. That's just... great. Really. [ Sarcasm :| ]

[ He shakes his head and spares the camera an eye roll because really why him?!?! ]

I'm, ah, I'm looking for these two guys, I guess. Uh, Sam and Dean? That's their names - Sam and Dean Winchester.

Does, uh, does anyone know where I can find them? If they're-- If they're here? I'm their brother.

hungryanhorny

[The feed clicks on; a rather confused looking Faith on the other end of it, head tilted as she tries to figure out the strange communicator she's been saddled with. Her head snaps back quickly enough when she realizes she's on screen, though; and she tries to cover it up. Head leaned back, head halfcocked as she presses against the wall.

She’s new to this place – and but already less than happy about it.]

Alright. You caught my attention. Wanna tell me what I’m doing here? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, the only thing anyone’s gonna get from me is their asses whipped.

[She stares at the “book” in her hand – or whatever the hell it really is. Displaying pictures like that; talking. Videos?] Whatever this is, she doesn’t’ trust it; and she isn’t taking it.]

cursedarrows

[The feed flickers on. Ashitaka appears in close up. For a moment he is quiet, lips pressed together in a thin, white line.]

[On second look, he appears to be breathing hard, as though keeping something in. A cut slashes across his cheek, seeping blood.]

[When he speaks at last, his voice is its normal quiet, measured thread, though there is an element of deep strain skimming just below the surface.]

I am . . . in need of some help.

[A wince, sharp, and he twitches, his head almost darting out of view of the feed.]

Not a healer. Someone who knows something of magic. And curses.

[A breath, and he reaches for the feed. His neck is briefly visible; lacing up the side of it is a network of angry purplish-black tendrils.]

Thank you. I apologize.

[Then the feed cuts entirely.]

mulletrock

[Dean's showing a different side of himself to the Port today with his charm full on in effect and no beer in his hand or irritated look on his face.

He's not usually on the network, and stays in his own circle but after a while of living off of hustling and bets on the side he's finally figured out if he wants perks he actually needs to get a job.]

Hey. My name is Dean Winchester, I don't make an appearance on this thing very often but I've been here for a few months and I've got the greeter gig so I might've run into some of you on the field once or twice before.

I'm lookin' for work. Somethin' that'll help me bring in the groceries and get somethin' nice for my apartment.

Let me know if you've got any positions available and we'll get t'know each other better.

[Dean goes to turn off his NV but winds up putting it on holo. You can see him sit down to eat some late night tacos and watch him fold his laundry. He starts in on cleaning his guns when he sees the light still blinking.]

-- How the hell?

[He picks up his phone and flips it open and closed a few times.]

Friggin' piece of crap.

[The rifling and attempts to turn it off go on for a few more minutes before the screen goes dark.]

Why couldn't this place leave my phone the way it was?

[The audio disconnects and the feed is completely gone.]

vw_coyote

[Mercy looks like hell. Her face is a riot of blacks and reds in the bruise covering one half of her face. There's a cast on her left arm, a wrist brace on her right. She hasn't been to work in a few days, and all her phone calls have gone unanswered.

So, she has to do what she hates to do: Ask for help publicly.

And, her body language flat out says she doesn't want to do this.]

I need a bit of help moving tomorrow.

[Because she's not staying in the same house where she got the shit beat out of her. It took her a month to go back into her garage after she'd been assaulted there, back home.]

I also will have a spare room available for rent. I have two requirements in a room mate: Women only and they have to be comfortable with two cats and two dogs around the house.

[A pause.]

Also, I'd prefer no magic users, but that point is negotiable.

[She clicks off the feed, barely keeping the grimace of pain from her face.]

paterelohim

[With how much Chuck loves doing video post, the fact that he's sticking to voice should be the first red flag. The choked tone in his voice is another.]

Fred- Winifred Burkle. Has anyone seen her?

Her NV's offline, she isn't answering it.

[There's a long, sunken silence.]

I think... she's gone.

I want to say she'll probably be back, but I just don't know- I haven't seen it yet. God, what's the point of seeing the future if it doesn't help?

Anyway, I just- thought everyone who knows her should know. She's out.

upstairsbrain

[ Hello, world. Finally, the mop-headed lumberjack makes a visual appearance over the network. ]

Uh... hey. [ There's a tired smile. ] I'm Sam Winchester, I... showed up here pretty recently. I know I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it. Sorry if that ends up being a problem. But, if I knew you before, let me know, and we can get re-acquainted. In the meantime, I guess I'll be looking for a job.

[ And some answers, but that's beside the point. ]

upstairsbrain

[ Hello, world. Meet new arrival, Sam Winchester. But you might not know that it's him, because he's not showing his face yet, and: ]

This is Agent Murdock. [ He clears his throat, pausing a moment. ] If anyone's out there, and can hear me, or needs help... just let me know. I'm sort of at a loss, here, and I'd like some information. If this thing is even working, that is.

[ He's confident in his tech abilities, but something's definitely up with his phone. ]

... Thanks.

recitings

[Good Fourth of July morning, Siren's Port. Today, you get to see a bright and beaming redhead sprawled out, laying down on a couch in navy blue pajamas. He seems pretty giddy about something.]

Tell me, what do you do on your birthday?

justwillow

Hey. I've done a minor search for these things, but I figured what I'm looking for probably wouldn't be out in the open.

[She hesitates and pushes her hair over to one side of her head.]

Does anyone know if there's a magic shop here in the City? And I don't mean a fake tricks and fake blood kinda magic store. I mean like... [She lifts a jar.] Coloured Sand, Newt Eyes Or cataract salamander eyes And different objects like candles and weird looking herbs?

[And before she finishes, she has to add:]

And please don't start with the "magic isn't real / is super evil" bit. I'm not evil, And I can do magic.

thefourteenth

[Here is Visser One, posting with her own face for the very first time, businesslike and deadly serious. She seems to be posting from some kind of office- whether home or otherwise is impossible to tell. Everything about her has the air of unimpeachable seasoned authority.]

Well, we've all seen the rash of posts about disappearances in the last three days. [She takes a short, impatient breath, drawing herself up a little more.] Come now, we can't possibly think it's just a coincidence. What did that kind of thinking get us with the virus?

Organizing is imperative. We won't accomplish anything by staying scattered and in a panic.

First and foremost, I need you all to come forward here and give the name of anybody who's gone missing this week. So far, I have a list of six names.

[She folds her hands on her desk and leans in, expression intensifying- but still unusually cold. Like a hunter, not an impassioned loved one.]

We will find them. We'll find them, bring them home, then we'll find the offender and give them exactly what they deserve.

(OOC: feel free to threadjack and make a big mess of this post if you want! Visser One just really wants to see some discussion and organization going on, and so do I.)

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.]

justwillow

... Is anyone else getting tired with the people protesting outside the apartments? As if the headaches weren't bad enough without some M.O.O. group telling you how much you suck everytime you go out to get some more milk.

[She sighs. She'd been cooped up for a while now feeling the effects of the plague. It wasn't as bad as it had been though. There were some little things she had thought through in the time she'd been alone. It was enough to alleviate some of the head pounding.]
( Locked to the Scoobies and Angel Investigation crew! )

slipperysoul

[ Starting up his feed a touch too early, Angel's pushing his NV back to balance against something, before he leans comfortably into an office chair, seated as he is behind a desk. It's not entirely clear where he is exactly, but the place isn't the most well lit. Also, don't mind the fact that he's a severe case of sniffles -- it's going around, nobody should be surprised. ]

I meant to do this earlier but I've been dealing with some other things that needed to be handled first and foremost. Now that they've been taken care, if I have a question for everyone.

[ he probably sounds a little too serious; he's used to addressing a law firm, his team, but not a city at large. ] I need someone who's got a history of running a club. Who knows how to deal with the entertainment side of a business, and can run the show but doesn't mind someone taking care of everything behind the scenes. I can't plan theme nights and I don't really do well dealing with a crowd, but if anyone's looking for a job in helping to run a vampire bar, Fangtasia for those of you who know it, I need your help.

Don't really want the place to go out of business, wouldn't be fair to the clientele.

justwillow

[Have a rather ruffled looking red-haired woman.]

Well. This is the most annoying thing that has happened ev- ... In the past week or so.

[She sighs and looks at the camera.]

Anyone want to tell me what happened here? I found this thing and thought I could work some compu-mojo and find out what's going on. But the tech is being all kerflooey and not letting me work it out.

[She shakes her head.]

And It wasn't even my fault this time- maybe this was what the anomaly in New York was...

dilemma

[ Despite the overcast weather, Damon has decided to take this video outside. What little sun there is serves as good a purpose to make his video look not-so-horrible on his NV, and the orchard trees still recovering from winter make as good a backdrop as any. No matter though, because today this daywalker is dialing up the charm. ]

So, fellow newbies, it's come to my attention that there's quite the demand for able-bodied protection after dark. Not all of you have the benefit of strength, speed and practical immortality. Some do. I figured, why not make the most of it? Why not offer my goods and services when there's an obvious need for them?

[ He's dialing back the elevator pitchy, interview voice now that he's moving on to the nitty gritty.]

Drop me a line, day or night, and I'll see what I can do. I'd be willing to wave the fee for the destitute if you're short on fundage. You know, we newcomers have to stick together.

[ If that doesn't make him seem like the most Upstanding citizen, well, he's not should what would help...except: ]

I know what you're thinking, "B-but Damon, with all the terrible things that happened recently, how do I know I can trust you?" Ask Amy Pond: Time traveler. Red head girl. She can vouche for my trustworthiness.

[ He's reaching to shut off the NV when he remembers one last, albeit rather important, detail. ]

Oh and for the record, my working policy is simple: Confidentiality. I don't ask questions, you don't ask questions, everybody's peachy.

( ooc note: Damon's attempting to start a security service and yes, he's willing to offer them for free should the need arise. He'll play nice and be a perfect gentleman to his customers, but with his morality being pretty grey-area he's extremely willing to work questionable jobs. )

ace_of_knaves

[Joker is in an orange jumpsuit and is clearly sitting in a cell at the asylum. Occasionally a shadow flickers past; that of a passing guard or doctor.]

Howdy-doody, world!

[He smiles.]

Don't worry, I may be behind bars, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about my adoring public! In honor of the season I've arranged an Easter Egg Hunt for the whole city! No need to thank me. The kiddies always get to have all the fun. I think the grown ups should join in too, don't you?

[He leans in towards the NV]

I'd hurry up and find those eggs, though. Or on Monday this burg is gonna have one heck of a fireworks display!

((ooc: More about the egg hunt here. Remember, you don't have to ask me if it's okay for your character to find an egg! Just have fun with it and run into any type of egg you'd like.))

recitings

[The video opens in the darkness of early morning on April 1. Genesis is in a secluded room, all clad in black. He speaks in hushed tones.]

I'm going to show you all a few nice things. But I'm going to silence this feed so we don't wake them up.

[He gestures for everyone to be silent as he puts the NV to his neck and silently slides into a room where Cloud is fast asleep on his bed. When Genesis leans over him, it becomes apparent that he has chicken-shaped novelty underwear on his head. There are doodles on his face made with eyeliner, too, making it look like he has feathers.

After a moment, Genesis moves the camera as he exits the room stealthily and moves on to Angeal's room. Leaning close to the man fast asleep (and snoring a bit), the audience can see that he's also got novelty underwear on his head... this time, a classic purple elephant. And on Angeal's cheek was a clearly written "BIG BUSTER". Once again, Genesis exits silently after making sure the audience sees what he's made.

Now, he moves downstairs into the final room-- Sephiroth's. Just like the other two, Genesis was able to slide on a novelty thong on to his head-- this time a happy giraffe. And on his cheeks were drawn spirals.

But before Genesis could lean away, Sephiroth's eyes fly open and he sits up like a bolt to tackle down Genesis-- the movement is all a blur-- violent enough to send the NV off of Genesis and on to the floor. There's a bit of a choked groan in the background, angry growls, and even laughter-- which does get cut off by choking. Yep. It'll be a while before Genesis can get to answering things.]

mulletrock

[Dean hasn't figured out the video function on his NV so he's blisfully unaware and accessing the network via audio because it's what he's used to.

His voice sounds rough with lack of sleep because he hasn't really gotten much in the past week but it's also lined with a hell of a lot of sarcasm and contempt for his situation.]

Since we got the whole parallel dimension snatching up civilians thing covered I guess it'd be stupid to introduce myself as Jerry Wanek.

What the hell's there to do around here except avoid the darkness and kill the crap that comes out of it?

This place'd be a lot better if I had my car.

[And because he hasn't figured out filters yet either he'll just be leaving it at that, even if he needs to talk to Cas and is going to try reaching Sam on his own time later.]