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[Dorian appears on the screen. His eyes are heavy, and he looks bleary. He blinks to focus his bright blue eyes onto the camera, and finally speaks.]

Well, bloody hell, it appears I've stuck my foot in it this time. I don't even know how I got here. I got some things to read that are explain it... bunch of nonsense if you ask me.

I read about someone who could take moving pictures, but I didn't believe it. Anyway, I was told that if I recorded this, others would be able to watch it.

Well, here it is. I'm told I'm stuck here and I can't go home. This place is intolerably strange, and I'm not quite sure how a lot of these devices in my room work.

If someone would be kind enough to give me a hand, I would be most grateful.

[He rubs the back of his neck, looking exhausted. The camera shift and he fumbles with the device, and it switches off.]

murderfacing

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gunsling

[ The video clicks on to Jake, holding a can of beanee weenees in one hand as he fumbles with his NV in the other, before he sets the NV down on something.

He looks like he's about to say something to the NV, before he looks down at can and realizes something important! ]

Damn! Forgot the spoon. Hold on a moment.

[ He darts over to set the can down on the open windowsill before dashing out of frame.

A few seconds pass by before a bandaged, tattooed arm shoots down over the edge of the window from the outside and snatches up the can.

Another minute or so and the arm reaches down to put the can back into place. Disappearing just in time for Jake to walk back into the room, look at the empty can and-- ]

What the devil?!

duomaxwell

[Good evening Siren's Port! There's a braided teen on the feed tonight, and he's looking rather thoughtful.

Yes, Duo is thinking. Be afraid.]

So. Port... ites. ... Portians.

Man, we do we call ourselves?

... right. That's not actually what I wanted to ask.

So... few weeks ago - during that snow storm, actually - I finally found out what my damn power is. I've been here over a year, so it was a little frustrating to go that damn long without bein' able to figure it out.

Left me wonderin', though, did anyone else take a really long time to figure out their Core-given powers? Or hell, even their OWN powers? What was it like? Anyone not figured their powers out yet?

I'unno why I'm thinkin' so much... I just am. So humor me, port. Lemmie know your thoughts on all this.

manofthenorth

[ Eric appears, looking quite calm, though there's a rage behind his eyes that anyone watching carefully might see. He stands beside a window, looking out, and only the light from his desk table illuminates both him and the room. Heavy club music is heard in the background. This is his office, but it's utilitarian rather than gothic, in all but the huge throne like chair visible at the edge of the screen. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port. My name is Eric Northman.

Some of you who have spoken to me before know me as the manager of the Afterglow club Fangtasia. Most of you will know that I am a vampire, regardless of whether we've spoken before.

You would imagine, perhaps, that this would be a fact I would try to conceal, particularly considering recent circumstances, but the time for such secrets is past. Vampires in my world were recognised, and given the same rights as humans. I obey the law, and I pay my taxes, just like everyone else.

I am not here to change your minds about my kind, I doubt I can, but I am here to tell you how to defend yourself none the less, in some small hope that it might save some lives, and redeem us in some way. Defend yourself, not kill us. You have no more right to do that than I have to kill any one of you.

[ Eric steps toward the desk, and picks up a silver chain from just in front of the NV. He raises it a little higher, so that the light glints against it, and so it can be seen. It burns his skin violently where it touches him, a hissing steam, leaving red welts behind where he trickles it across his fingers. ]

Silver. A vampire, at least a vampire from my world, can be paralysed with silver, or at least driven off. Wear it close about your neck, or around your wrists.

[ He doesn't mention that vampires like himself or Godric would be difficult to beat with silver alone. Too old, too fast. It'd have to be a lot of silver. A lot. He dropped the chain without a word more, working his painful fingers. All that matters is the illusion of being a helpful member of society. ]

Better still, stay at home. A vampire cannot enter without invitation.

slipperysoul

[ When the feed starts, it's with the heavy thump of a body dropping to the ground, covered partially by the shadows in a remote alley. But Angelus tilts his NV just so, so everyone can get a good look, because why the hell not? Might as well make a documentary of his exploits, right?

It's just a John Doe, but this John Doe is dead as a doornail, sucked dry, save for the blood accidentally spilled down the front of his shirt and making a ring around his neck. But that's enough of that, and Angelus is flipping his NV around and smirking for the audience. Because he sure does love a show.

For those who thought they were familiar with this face, this is no longer Angel. Not anything close.

This would be Angelus, who's already on the move once again and letting his NV hang at his side, because it's been awhile, and he's still hungry and the night is ever so.... young. He does have a thing for virgins after all.

But he's making sure everyone can hear him when he does actually speak up: ]

Boy, it's good to be back.

ofthursday

[Castiel is on the network again, broadcasting from somewhere outside in the Darkness, seemingly unbothered by being out in it. He looks different than his last post; older, in a way, and both more restrained and more confident at once.]

I am aware that leaving and returning is not entirely uncommon, but how often does it occur that one remembers their time here when they come back?

( [Filtered to Crowley] )

( [Filtered to Chuck, Mary, Magneto, and Sam Winchester] )

universaljanitor

February ni- is it really February 19th?

[Guess who's been a bit, er, distracted for the last week or so. But hey! Better late than never, in his book.]

Ahhhh not the worst I've been with losing track of time, at least. Bit common, really. Either way, I do have a bit of a question. A nice little public inquiry of sorts!

I've been hearing talk of elections and police forces floating about, figured it was about time to get the whole history of the place, now that I've figured out some of the scientific and physical make-up of this city, its inhabitants, the 'powers' some of you are developing. And, well, this many people trapped in one place, some with powers and some without, seems a bit like chaos waiting to happen. Well, not waiting. Been listening to the news broadcasts, at least. [Just... not the dates.] And see, I have a friend in the police force. Well, in the investigative division. Well... no, actually. Not sure what she does. Bit of information on that would be nice.

Otherwise, I'd especially appreciate a rundown on magic, actually. Where I'm from its not entirely possible, just a different branch of science. Where humans mastered atoms and the combination of chemicals others you would label as witches and wizards mastered words. So if there's anyone willing to just meet up somewhere and give me a magic demonstration, just let me watch a bit, take down some calculations... might help on figuring out what makes this place so... ohIdunno, different, I suppose. What makes it so easy to trap us here. Changes the rules and laws of physics and keeps us trapped.

[He pauses, takes in a deep breath to calm down, and when he speaks again? Well, it sounds downright cheerful.]

Would also like a recommendation for a good florist, if there are any still operating in all this snow. Always tend to miss Earth traditions...

skynyrdgroupie

(ooc; backdated to before the sirens.)

What the-- [He’ll just stop himself before finishing that. After the walk through the baseball diamond this place is old news anyway.]

Well, hell… This isn’t the big house, not that I’m complaining… is this resurrection or did I get sent south for meddling? [He sounds just as confused as he is mixed in with a little sarcastic fortitude. There's a skeptical frown on his mug set heavy just beneath furrowed eyebrows.] I don't think I deserve that. Maybe some probation and a junkless parole officer. Neither of which would be new. Well, mostly.

Which way back to the Roadhouse?? [He points with both hands, crossed at the elbow, being animated despite his situation to cheer himself up.]

And I’m not calling all angels. Train is gay.

sheepworrying

[Wolf is sitting in his living room, lounging back on his old sofa. In his mouth is a chicken bone, apparently from the chicken carcass sitting on the coffee table beside him. Oddly enough, it doesn't look like the chicken was cooked.

He sighs, picking his teeth with the bone and glancing at the NV.]

City life is making me soft.

[He sits up, launching into a dramatic monologue complete with occasional rolled r's.]

Back home, I didn't have a house or a place to call my own. I was a man of the wilderness, open and frrrree, every day the new beginning of a new adventure! I woke up with the sun and slept under the moon, I dined on the fish and fowl and the fruits of the earth as I found them! Every town was something new, new places to see and people to avoid and beautiful young ladies to admire! OH!

[A sudden snarl.]

But here-- look at me! [He gestures at himself.] Just look! I'm a house dog, here! I'm just a normal old sadsack peasant with my normal old job and my normal old apartment, submitting to the same daily grind I used to pity people for!

[He sighs miserably, gnawing on the chicken bone. Finally he glances up at the camera.]

I want... I want excitement. I want excitement and danger, thrills and drama, I want a rrrrrrromance! I want to drink sweet wine and eat fine foods and enjoy every moment of it! There's a whole city out there that nobody ever pays attention to in our constant trials to stay alive and keep our heads down and make enough money to keep the companies off our backs! Blah, blah, BLAH.

I want to go out tonight and MAKE something of the night! Not just tonight, but every night!

Well- no, wait, I can't really say every night, because I do love my early bedtimes on occasion, hahaha, but SOME NIGHTS.

How about it, huh? Let us Newcomers go out and LIVE our lives instead of hiding inside! When the lights go out and the darkness comes out-- that's when WE'LL come out, my friends!

Who's with me!?