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[Layla's been careful to wait until the disorientation has worn off before making a post on her NV. The Greeter has explained some of the basics, and while it's all a little hard to swallow, she's aware that she's not being lied to.

When she turns on her NV, the network gets to see a teenage girl with red eyes, dark hair, and an odd skull hairpin that's matching her facial expressions, if one is watching closely enough. Another detail the more observant denizens might pick up on is her long incisor teeth, but only if they look carefully. She's not showing her fangs off.]

Hello, Siren's Port. My name is Layla Delacroix. I'm not from around here and I've got a few questions for you. First things first: have any of you seen my little sister, Nina? She's got green eyes, purple and black hair, she's tiny, friendly, and she loves chocolate. She'll probably be totally freaking out, so if you find her, give her some chocolate and let her know that Layla's going to come and find her, all right? Also, if anyone's seen people named Tiffany Winters, Diodore Renoir, or Kade Whiteclaw, let me know.

[Even with just the limited information she's managed to learn so far, Layla really doesn't like the idea of her innocent little sister running around here unattended.]

Second: I need blood. I'm ah...severely anemic. I also get very bad sunburns, so it would be better if we met after dark. Help a girl out? I can't exactly go and get a job if I'm too out of it to work.

[No one will figure out that she's a vampire, right? Of course not.]

Third: Cute clothes. Anyone know where I can find some in this city? As nice as my dress is, wearing it every single day is all kinds of tacky.

[She makes a face. Whether it's the idea of wearing the same thing every day or her next question that she finds distasteful is anyone's guess.]

Oh. And my fourth and last question - is anyone hiring for later shifts? I'm kind of a night person.

cognidis

[ This isn't the kind of post he usually makes. Still, he has feelings about what's been happening lately and wants to address them.

There's a brief silence when the feed starts rolling. Eventually, he clears his throat. ]

Hey, everyone.

I know most of you...probably don't know me, but- I've been thinking a lot lately about the things we've been hearing in the news. A lot of it isn't good, and a lot of it can be downright discouraging.

I'd just like to know- is there something good that's happened here to you that couldn't have happened anywhere else? Whether it was someone you met, or something you did, or...anything.

I know it's hard here, but...even when the bad outweighs the good, I think it's the good we should focus on.

[ An awkward pause. ]

...That's all.

[ He fumbles with his NV a little before shutting off the feed. ]

mentors

[Angeal looks a little more harried than usual, which is a lot, seeing as how the man never seems bothered by anything, most of the time.]

Does anyone have any ideas on how to keep SERO from constantly coming to your door? [And, a sidelong glance off screen, likley at somebody.] That doesn't involve your weapon, I mean.

It's been almost a month now since this all started. Completely ridiculous.

[Calls will be taken in the greenroom while he waters the plants!]

bloodthirsts

[Just voice today, for reasons, good reasons. Namely that Seras is in Ino's body but Ino reaaally doesn't want that fact coming out.]

Has... has anyone heard of people switching bodies before in the Port?

[There's a pause before it shuts off, Seras isn't sure what more information she can give without giving the game away, erk.]

towerlocked

[already the video looks much clearer and focused since the last time she's used this. She's learning, but may be holding it a bit too close]

I believe I am growing accustomed to my new surroundings. This is thanks in large part to the guidance of others who also live here. I thank you all for that.

I will do my part in living in this world for as long as I must. Please let me know if I can repay your kindness in small chores.

in_a_dark_wood

So, I guess a guy can't even take a stroll these days. You go out and something's gonna try to get ya if you pass through the shadow of a building.

[There is a slight lilt to his words, as if he can't quite keep the thrill of the hunt from his voice.]

If ya have to go out? Do it at noon. Or you're gonna see shit like this.

[The NV switches over to video and shows Dante's feet for a moment before he gets it pointing in the right direction: down the street. It's late afternoon and the shadows look wrong, as if they've slithered, rather than fallen, across the landscape. Something moves in the nearest shadow, standing upright. It's a gaunt, human shape until it twists its head, revealing a long, beak-like appendage. It says "shitlikethis!" then leaps towards the camera. The camera tilts as Dante backpedals and the creature emits a keening sound like a car blaring its horn then collapses to the ground as its body is riddled with holes under what seems like machine gun fire. This lasts for only a moment before it vaporizes in the sunlight.]

Oops. Looks like I made a friend. Ugly sunnavabitch too.

[He lifts the NV again and looks at it with a half grin.]

Wish I could tell ya why this is happening. But I can't. Media's been pretty tight-lipped about it, too. Tch...what a pain. I guess the news is useless no matter what world you're in.

[There's a growl from off camera and he smiles again.]

Well....looks like there's a party going on. And I'm the guest of honor.

[He turns off the feed]

((ooc: Dante's Permissions Post))

in_a_dark_wood

[The video shows a young man with silver hair. He's holding the NV in one hand and his chin is resting in the other. He is sitting at a table in a cafe somewhere, and his handsome features are marred with the sort of exhaustion that comes with running a circuit race all night instead of sleeping.]

So...

[He drums his fingers against his cheek and a hand reaches into view to refill the coffee cup in front of him. He sits back to give the waiter room, then resumes slouching when the hand retreats.]

So, I guess I got a party invitation I couldn't turn down, eh? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a nice city you guys got here. I really dig how people throw rocks at me, you know? Really helps a guy feel at home. Oh, yeah, and the monsters coming out at night.

[He drops his hand away from his chin to the table and he smiles a bitter smile.]

I don't know who'd want to drag me all the way out here. Whoever you are, you'd better explain yourself, you kindapping fuck, or I'll-

[The waiter's arm appears again, lowering a personal pizza down in front of the young man who looks at it and blinks as his train of thought derails]

-...Hey! I said no olives!

[The waiter mutters something then walks away and the young man sneezes]

....Dammit...

[And the feed ends]

((OOC: Dante's Permissions Post))

bloodyantivan

[The NV is filming his legs, initially. They're an attractive pair of legs for certain, wearing a pair of fine, high leather boots and what appears to be a skirt of leather armor. A man is talking, and the NV gives a shake as he makes a somewhat confused noise.]

--Are you working now, little runestone? What a strange bit of magic you are...!

[The NV tips to its side, filming what's clearly part of a shabby starter apartment, before turning to film the actual subject. Siren's Port, this is Zevran Arainai: a handsome blond elf with intriguing tattoos on the left side of his face.]

Ah. There!

[His accent is warm, speaking of far-away locales, sweltering heat, and the clash of sharp blades.]

While I have heard of the ancient elvhen mirrors that could show strange things, I never thought one would be handed to me as an arrival gift to my kidnapping, let alone that I would be expected to use it. I am still not entirely certain it will not turn me into some kind of blood thrall, send me to the Fade or the Void or turn my hair some ghastly color...! [He laughs as if all of those things would be a grand adventure.]

But this city is large, and I must know if my comrades were among the taken. They would have stuck out, much as I now do: A templar and a fierce warrior lady, both clanking about with plate armor and sword and shield, a gray-haired Circle mage with a fabulous bosom, a red-haired Orlesian woman wielding a bow and an unmatched sense of spiritual fervor, an enormous war hound, and a Qunari giant with all the sense of humor of... well, a Qunari giant. If anyone is indeed listening or watching on the other end of this runestone, I would be very much obliged for you not to use it to come find and kill me or otherwise menace me, [he sounds rather unworried: he is clearly used to such dangers] but to re-connect me with my friends.

Aside from that, if my coin is good here, I would very much like to share in a drink, a small meal, and the gossip of the day. Will someone do me the favor of giving me the name of the best tavern or inn for the displaced? If there is no such place, I suppose a brothel would serve just as well for my needs. I would be... [There's a suggestive glint in his eye.] Most grateful, for the favor.

bloodthirsts

[Oh hey guys it's Seras in her police uniform, Seras on her hands and knees peering down a large drainpipe with the bright remnants of a Joker easter egg shell nearby. ~~Dat bum.~~ She's obviously set her NV down for a moment and it's somehow managed to start recording. Maybe because of a fluffy yellow chick pecking at the concrete nearby. There's a couple more poking their heads out of a small basket.]

-- no no, Mr. bunny! You need to come out of there! The sirens are going to sound soon, it's not safe... please?

[Her tone makes it obvious Mr. bunny being nommed is a terrible prospect D8]

Just stay still... Um... [A dark tendril snakes from her arm, down the pipe, Seras frowns in concentration as the rabbit then emerges wrapped in shadow, obviously paralysed by fear of the unconventional rescue method. It's a white rabbit, brown ears and a patch over its left eye.] Phew! There we go! That's better isn't it? [Seras takes hold of the rabbit properly in her arms, it's obviously relieved to be out of the shadows grasp. Of course then she looks round for her NV and notices the camera is on.]

... erm...

[[OOC: Feel free to have your character hop in with an Action thread if they're nearby.]]

ibreakrules

[The video flicks on to show Frau's ransacked apartment. Porn magazines are scattered across the floor along with a blanket, cat toys, and some kitchen utensils. There is also a little bit of blood spattered across the wall and the floor nearby. Off to the corner of the image Frau's door is visible. Or at least what's left of it. There's a nice big hole where the doorknob should be, like someone just decided to cut the knob out in order to break in.

Which is exactly what happened. Two idiots had decided to break into a bishop's apartment, which is dumb in itself since he doesn't have many real possessions. To continue their idiocy, they'd broken in when he was in the apartment. His cat, Tolly, had noticed them and informed her owner.]

People are idiots. You would think if you were planning on breaking in to steal something you would pick someone who actually had items of value.

[Frau steps on screen, a look of mild irritation on his face. He either doesn't notice the blood on his cheek or doesn't really care. He reaches down to pick up one of his magazines, which is torn. The mild irritation quickly converts to anger. His porn is very valuable to him. The fact that one is damaged just makes him feel even less guilty about what he did to the burglars. Not that he was feeling any guilt to begin with. A wide, dangerous smile crosses his face.]

They got what they deserved. In fact, they should be glad I didn't do more damage. Got more than you bargained for, huh?

[Not only had Frau really messed them up, Tolly had even gotten a shot. The kitten was still crouched near the door chewing on one of the burglar's gloves. For once that particular bad habit had come in handy.]

Next time choose your target more carefully.

[He pauses a moment before continuing, this time looking less like he wants to cut you into a few pieces.]

Does anyone know where I can get a new door? Or at least fix this one?

dawnward

[Here's a face the network hasn't seen in a while. Riku's back to looking more and more like the kid he was when he arrived, though he's grown and definitely looks older. He's sitting near the Newcomer Memorial, glancing around at the stones. For those with keen eyes, they might notice a name beside where he's sitting: Kei Yuki.]

Two years ago, I showed up at that diamond just like everyone else.

[He gives the camera a knowing smile.]

Hearing a lot of these stories lately, haven't we, Siren's Port? But I'll skip over it, since it's not important, and since Joe has already recounted what happened our first few nights here. A lot's happened since then but I'll never forget that first night I was here, or that first week.

[He shifts, glancing back at the memorial he sits by.]

Every month, I go down to the diamond to clean off all those things people call us...and every month, there's more right back up. People have told me that it's a lost cause and that I might as well leave it alone. But I don't want to. I don't want people to think they have us beaten, that they can walk all over us and do what they want. It's been over two years and we still haven't all gone and there were people before us, people still in the city. We're not the first ones here.

[Riku turns back and locks eyes with the camera.]

Someone tried to ruin this memorial today. They were going to spray paint over some of the names, like they were trying to erase what's here and who used to be around.

[It hits something in him. The names in the memorial are the ones he's collected but, more importantly, what really angers him is that defacing the stone is like trying to erase the memories of the people who once inhabited Siren's Port. And that's something he refuses to stand for, above all else.]

If we're really not the first Newcomers here, then why is nothing else around? Why was there no political party, no memorial, no safe house...nothing? Did they try to erase all of that too, so no one would remember that they were once Newcomers? Or did they try harder to become integrated people so no one would hurt them anymore?

[He frowns.]

It just...doesn't make much sense to me. Why would you purposely try to erase important memories like that and try to forget all that's happened?

birthrightwithheld

[There's a loud clunking sound as her book drops, turning on the audio and clicking on in the middle of what must be a fairly tense situation from the sound of things.]

-me see Uther! You have no right to hold me here without telling me why, there is no reaso-

[Someone, who is clearly being far more patient with her than she really is deserving of at the moment, is heard trying to calm her by saying things along the lines of 'ma'am if you would-' and 'Miss, please calm down.' Unfourtunately for this poor person caught in the crossfire Morgana just starts back into something like a tirade. Confused, and just coming off an interrogation, she's not as calm as she usually would be. ]

What you're telling me is that Aredian has nothing to do with this? I don't believe you. Now-

[Morgana steps forward and turns off the book by accident due to stepping on it. About three hours later, there's a short text post.]

I'm sorry for my behavior. I was not at my best and it is not how I would like to be introduced.

My name is Morgana.

I've been told where I am, but it's not been explained as well as I'd like, and things here seem strange.

Like cars.

They move faster than anything I've ever seen. How is that even possible?

[OOC: This is also known as the latest introduction ever.]

knightfell

[ It's immensely startling to realize exactly how long it's been since he's posted to the network; he tends to keep his nose to the grindstone and remain generally oblivious to what's going on the network.

Still, this is a big enough change-up in his routine that he may as well make note of it: ]

Starting today, I will be teaching basic hand to hand fighting at the dojo on Tuesday and Friday afternoons. It is mainly intended for beginners, but those who wish to refresh their knowledge or are looking for possible sparring partners are welcome to join as well.

If there is sufficient interest, I can also provide basic instruction in spear or polearm fighting.

[ He gives the address to what was once Kurogane's dojo, then lapses into a brief silence. ]

Attendees with, ah... allergies to rodents and similar creatures should let me know beforehand.

[ Nothing interrupts a covert police operation more than when one of your fellow officers nearly sneezes his way through a wall. He doesn't imagine teaching self-defense would be much different. ]

49th_indigo_czar

-and so you're certain they are ready. Lord knows I've been waiting long enough for you to pull your finger out and get a move on. Its rather annoying, leaving me to wait as much as you have. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have you disposed of? Actually, on second thoughts don't, I couldn't care less.

[Ukyou had his NV hanging down his back as it swayed on the pendent, facing the mirror directly behind him. It must have been knocked on as the self proclaimed Emperor hadn't the slightest idea that he was being filmed in the mirrors reflection. He appeared to be talking on a phone, peeping out of the window.

A guard was seen ushering in two robots. Both a few feet taller than the average human adult male and both heavily armed.]

Ah yes they've just been delivered now.

[Hanging up and turning to look at the robots with a look of disgust on his face.]

I've always hated machinery. Yuck. Yes, yes very impressive and all that. Take them away- or, better yet...

[Ukyou pressed a button on a nearby remote, this in turn opened a secret compartment in the wall. There in the darkness of the chamber was a chained and caged darkness monster, and chained out of arms reach from that was a slave.]

See how they fair up in there. Give the man some weapons to make it fair.

[Waving a hand as a servant set a few guns and a mechanical sword at the slaves feet. Ukyou then wandered off. Still he was filming everything from behind him until he reached a 'viewing room' above the other chamber, much like a Roman colosseum, only smaller.]

If they survive this, have the money wired over and start the mass production at once.

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axemeaquestion

[SO FUCK THE PO-LICE, RO'S SITTING AROUND AT THE HOUSE OF AWESOME TOSSING THOSE CHALKEY VALENTINES HEARTS IN HER MOUTH. She's got a big bag of them next to her at the table. Yeah, you're jealous. You totally are. She seems pretty pleased with herself, and a look bemusement is tugging on her lips.]

Oh yay. Looks like everyone's doing their Valentine's Day preaching again. Oh-so-conformist holiday, blah blah blah. As for me... as long as you're not making out in my face and I get these on sale after Tuesday I guess I'm not complaining.

[Somebody still doesn't have a sweet tooth. Nope.]

Also, I need an opinion from you gun-savvy guys. And girls. [A thoughtful pause.] If you HAD to pick... Uzi or a MAC-10?

awakenings

[The little hologram that shows up on everyone's NV is that of Re-l Mayer, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top, and not looking like she's bothered in the least by the temperatures. More importantly, she looks agitated, though it's difficult to see too much detail considering the hologram isn't very large.]

Am I the only one going out of my mind over here? The same goddamn thing, day after day after day... It's worse than home! At least there I could take a day off without feeling guilty because the same people keep dying and getting hurt. No one's listening. No one's believing anything. I've even had to resort to looking up a fortune teller and someone with precognition powers to ask if they see anything in the future, some sort of disaster or time loop--

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

I just look insane. I've had to watch the same accident happen every day. I've gotten the same call about a couple that keep getting hit by the same truck speeding out of some parking lot.

[It's grating on her. The helplessness is mounting, stifling. She can save a few people but everyone else dies anyway. And it just keeps happening without any way to stop it.]

I want any officer who can hear this to meet me tomorrow morning outside of where that traffic jam is going to be around 9am. We can set up one or two traffic cops and hopefully something will change. If not, we can intervene this time. All of us. [They have enough magic users and powerful people on their team that they should be able to stop it.] And then we can move on from there. I don't care if this needs to be repeated every single goddamn day until something happens. I can't do this alone.

[She folds her arms across her chest, though it might look like she's almost hugging herself.]

Please tell me someone's figured out what the hell the cause of all of this is. We have enough geniuses in this city that it shouldn't be too hard.

acemedium

[Oh, hey, Siren's Port. Today (or, well, that day that keeps repeating itself, but details) Maya is sitting at a desk, looking news reporter-esque and very serious. This is going to be a very serious feed]

Citizens of Siren's Port, we have a national crisis! Or... city-wise crisis! Port-crisis? ... You get the picture! Anyway, you know that moment when you did something and it feels like you've done it before but you don't remember when? That's called "Dijon View" [That"s "Déjà vu", Maya]

Well, that's what's happening! But worse! Every day is the same day, Thursday! It’s not even Friday! [How terrible. She's saying all this like it's brand new information.]

Anyway, it's obvious what it is! Time goons! The Evil Magistrate’s time goons! This totally happened on this one episode of the Steel Samurai—

[Suddenly, Diego’s cat steps on the NV, thankfully cutting out what otherwise might be a five minute long ramble on said Steel Samurai episode. When it clicks back on:]

--Okay, so what do we do?

1. Don’t panic!!! And don't get depressed and hurt yourself, either [Not to name names or anything] Everything will be okay! We just need to defeat the time goons!
2. Investigate anyone that looks goon-y thoroughly! Remember, time goons are sneaky and try to blend into society, so make sure you check them really closely! Except for Mr. Asch. He’s definitely not one, despite how he looks.
3. When you find a goon, give 'em a Samurai Chop! That'll stop them in their tracks.
4. Be sneaky around the locals! They don’t know about the time thingy, so they might get suspicious and think you’re a goon if you talk about how it’s not Thursday anymore!
5. If you find a time machine, chances are a vile agent has already used it to go back in time– oh wait, I’m thinking of the wrong thing.
6. Um, I don't have a six, but the list looks better like this.

Anyway, the point is! Stay calm! Don’t do crazy stuff! Once we beat all the time goons and stop the Evil Magistrate's devious plans, time will go back to normal and the Dijon View's gonna disappear too!

[Maya's about to click off the feed, but suddenly a final, profound thought comes to her:]

... And under no circumstances should anyone sing "Let's Do the Time Warp Again!"

beardedveteran

[ The time is just after midnight; he looks dishevelled, but more from having woken up in the middle of the night day after day because of his TV set blaring out the same obnoxiously loud commercial and jolting him awake. What little of the background that can be seen is kitchen tiles and surfaces lit by moonlight, his profile just about visible as he sips from a glass of water. ]

So... people've been asking about 'altering the flow of time', changing events, that kinda thing, making it sound really bad. I don't know what to think about it. Never met anyone with-- well, time-altering powers-- or, heh, maybe they never told me. How bad is it to mess with time? Or... how much can you mess with it? If it's a case of today and tomorrow, Iiiii... don't think I'm gonna become my own grandfather. That's a case for the silver screen.

[ He takes another sip. Even to himself, he's not making too much sense. ]

What I'm thinking is, it's worth trying to stop the bad things in the short-term. Or learn from it, maybe. A death's a death, even if we see the same day happen over and over again. Not so different from a salaryman's daily life, you know. It's not so bad! There're still chances to change things.

[ He laughs a little wearily and, for the first time, glances at the camera though only for a moment, chewing his lip before speaking again. ]

Anyone know many civilians survived the pileup...?

momchester

Okay, let's out with it.

We all have this NV bug thing going around, right? Everyone's had weird messages come their way or suddenly found that they sent something terrible to somebody.

What's the worst, or most outrageous, inappropriate, or funniest message you've sent or gotten from this thing?

[Then she switches to text for the end, just to be cheeky. Look, she's learning technology!]

You don't even have to read it. I'll show you mine!

fightingspirit

[ The feed appears to have been left on, a strange orange hue...which the broken pavement taking up the latter half of the screen. There is the sound of footsteps approaching, but beyond that, it's quiet. For now. ]

[ the footsteps sound rather hurried and given the late hour, it's no surprise. they hesitate for only a second when the owner of said footsteps notices the bright orange glasses on the ground. with a sudden jerk to the feed, the girl picks them up, not realizing its recording.

turning them over, the feed picks up on yukari's curious expression before she grasps them fully and continues on her way. ]

Huh, weird... I could've sworn a saw a guy with glasses similar to this before.

[ And, as if on cue, a huge fucking monster comes smashing out of the side of a building. It ran on eight legs, large tail dragging behind it and getting whipped about as it turned a sharp corner to dodge...

...a blue-haired man in just pants and a bright red cape, brandishing an questionably sized sword in an erratic manner behind it. ]

Oi, OI, OI, OI, OI!! Just where do you think you're goin'!?

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