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[Here's a voice that hasn't been heard since 1918, and it's sounding more than a little shaky.]

Wow. Dying. That's... you know, that's actually new. 14 billion years and I actually found something new.

It's, uh, nice to see that the future is back where it belongs. That's pretty cool.

Uh... anyway. Yeah. If anyone saw me getting eaten by monsters five minutes after the Darkness came, I'm back.

[Fin.]

momchester

[The video opens on the Newcomer Memorial, freshly cleaned, graffiti-free, bearing new names on its endless list. At the base of the memorial is an inexpensive bouquet of flowers with a photo tucked amidst the flowers, and a few large candles flanking the space. As the viewer watches, each candle lights on its own.

The person holding the NV turns it around- it's Mary, looking sobered.]

Today is el Día de los Muertos- the Day of the Dead. In the Roman Catholic tradition, it's just called All Souls Day. It's associated with spirits of the dead who are unable to properly move on because of the weight of some earthly wrongdoing.

[She smiles a little.]

That seems like a description that fits a lot of us. Like... everyone who saw themselves as a corpse yesterday.

This memorial is for everyone who's vanished... but today, I'm setting up my own memorial here. It's for those of us who can't leave, because we don't have a "home" to go back to- because we've died in our old worlds.

It may not be easy to think about, but it matters. For some of us, this is the only life we have. This is our home. I died today, on November 2nd, and it's the one thing I never want to forget.

Anyone who wants can come down and leave something here- it's a free country. And if your situation is like mine, then... maybe it'll help you say goodbye.

ofthursday

[Hello people, it's Castiel; it might not be all that tough to tell by the creepy intense staring, despite the change of body. She doesn't seem bothered by this whole thing in the slightest, for reasons about to become clear.]

It seems this change of physical appearance is greatly distressing for many. I don't understand. It is likely only temporary, and what is of such great import of the sex of the body you possess?

[The angel is a bastion of sensitivity, but she is genderless and has no particular preference for vessel. She doesn't understand how at all how big a deal this is for most people.]

failedparenting

[John's going exclusively text for the moment, because like hell he's showing anyone his new face. And rack.]

someone needs to fucking fix this fast. its got bad magic written all over it, and the sooner we find the witch that did it the better. it could stick if we're not fast like hell i'm going to go around like this for more than a goddamn day

[He mad. He real mad.]

upstairsbrain

[ Why text, you ask? Because then, no one can see his expression. ]

For those of you who knew him,

[ And unless you're an Archangel, he thinks, you probably didn't "know" him, and even then-- ]

Lucifer is gone from Siren's Port.

[ Sorry, there are no apologies and sympathies to be had. Because this is some of the best news he's heard in a while, though, of course, the devil could come back at any time, as people are like to do here. Still, since Cas was nice enough to let him know, Sam figures he should inform the rest of the city. Maybe it'll do others some of the good it did him. ]

itsjustafruit

[For someone who hasn't been seen on the network before (or has he? is there a certain nagging familiarity about him?) this chap looks unruffled, freshly pressed in a button-down shirt and tie, and arrogantly unperturbed behind his dark sunglasses. His accent is crisp and English and says "London, money, and education." His accent is lying, and then again, it isn't.]

There is the expected, the unexpected, and apparently there is Siren's Port. Monsters at night, super-powered people of all persuasions during the day, and this network can't even do me the decency of showing me something truly new.

The name is Crowley. [Pronounced like the black bird, "crow-ly".] Since I can't get anything new, I will take recommendations and directions to a proper bar or pub.

archangelflonne

[Nestled away in a well decorated room and with a fluffy white rabbit on her lap is the mighty archangel Flonne. Before she starts speaking, she nudges the rabbit off her lap, which hops off to a corner and curls up for a nap.]

So, I was thinking recently. I've been here for some time now. I forget how long. I should have marked a calender, I guess. Its been some time, but I really don't know many people. And some of the people I came to know just suddenly vanished from existence, too! Well, at least from this place. It was probably good for them, but not so much for me. I sort of grew used to being surrounded in people back home. I knew people from all sorts of different worlds! And...and I miss my giant robot, too! How am I supposed to strike fear into the hearts of villains with Great Flonzor X?!

[She takes a moment to compose herself.]

But anyway, I'm just sort of curious. About the sort of people that are around me now. I pay attention to the news, but that isn't the same as actually knowing people. For all I know, there might even be people I know and I just haven't found them yet! Oh, but I suppose this is a good chance for me to reintroduce myself as well, since its been so long since I did. Unless I didn't do it the first time. Is there some way to pull up old videos on this thing? Its so much harder for me to work then a bluray player. I guess I'll figure it out eventually. Anyway, I am the archangel of love and justice, Flonne! Please don't treat me too differently from a normal girl though. Has anyone out there heard of a place called Celestia? It is where I am from. Oh, and don't be scared of me if you're some sort of demon, either. Some of my best friends have been demons, I don't believe in hating so I sure won't hate you for that!

worldhaditsway

[Here's Christina, looking decidedly more mellow than she has in previous network entries. A year in the city has done wonders for the little Antichrist.]

So I think I've been here a year now and I've been thinking... Maybe I should start looking into colleges. I know my options kinda slim to two, but I figured I'd ask you guys which one you recommend. Or just share your experiences. Good. Bad. Things have been kinda heavy here lately. It might be nice to do something normal.

[TITANS FILTER: Filtered to JUST the girls on the team.]

And speaking of normal things... So I have a friend who hasn't really adapted to modern society that well. I'm thinking of throwing a slumber party at my apartment- movies, popcorn, pj's, the whole girly thing- to ease her along and get her used to things. Any of you want in?

I haven't really thrown that many slumber parties in my life, honestly, but it might be nice to relax and just be teenage girls without superpowers or responsibilities or whatever for a little bit.

beltet

Um. [ there's a girl in the video, in what looks like some kind of hospital gown, sweater, and coat. her brown hair is long and tangled, and she looks.. a little freaked out. (who can blame her?) she crosses her arms a little defensively across her chest, shifting from foot to foot and leaning down slightly to peer uncertainly in the mirror. ] I-- I guess this is a way to communicate? [ a short, slightly hoarse laugh. ] It's-- nostalgic, I guess. It makes me homesick-- magic, I mean. Not that I always.. approve, but..

[ she trails off, taking a ragged breath and leaning back, glancing away. ]

This is-- Canada? I-- I was in Storybrooke just a few minutes ago. [ a shudder, and she presses the heels of her palms to her eyes, shoulders hunching inward slightly, before offering another laugh, this one just a touch hysterical. ] I swear I'm going to start screaming if that was all some kind of-- hallucination. It's not-- It's not fair.

momchester

(( Red for John, blue for Mary! ))

[Mary comes on screen looking flustered and extremely alarmed, hair mussed and all over the place, cheeks red. She's tying a bathrobe tighter over a T-shirt.]

That's it. I've had it. [So much flustered outrage!] I'm done.

[John leans into frame, looking more than a little perturbed. His shirt is buttoned wrong and he totally does NOT have sex hair. No sir.]

I could deal with this "machines gone crazy" bullshit until-

[Mary interrupts uncharacteristically.]

Toasters and NVs are one thing, but THIS is-

-It's pretty fucked-up. [John is a bit calmer, if still mildly traumatized-looking.

Mary fitfully pulls her bathrobe shut tighter and launches into what appears to be the start of a rant.]

We don't have enough on our minds, that we have to be afraid of-

[Fin. Someone (John) had the sense to shut it off.]

justwillow

[The feed starts with the ceiling getting further away and a crash as the NV hits the floor. Willow rubs her hand looking down at the NV tapping it gingerly with her finger drawing back. Huh... No shocking.]

That’s weird.

[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]

Buff--

[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]

[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]

Will!

[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]

( TL;DR? They get attacked by Appliances. )

((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))

swedge

[You'll have to excuse the way the camera shakes slightly as it starts up. You'll also have to excuse the way the girl who is on the screen seems moments away from either dying or ripping someone's heart out. She hasn't really decided yet, though the latter would probably be best.]

Never been to Canada before, but this wasn't really what I was- ahh... expecting.

[Jo winces slightly, her free hand cupping a bandage along her side. Not that it's very obvious, with the way the lighting seems to fall and the darkness that seems to be creeping in, but Jo isn't really in the best state of being. Her clothes are ripped, bloody, and blood seems to be soaking through just about everything.

She really shouldn't be standing, but you can thank willpower for that one.]

If what those guys said was true... [She looks off in the distance for a moment, taking a shakey breath before turning back.] I'm looking for a woman, my mother. I was with her before this piece of shi- [A hiss, and then another breath.] Before I came here. Those guys at the field, they said I could use this to contact her.

[Jo's expression lightens for a moment, her voice soft.] Mom? [But then she shakes her head, pulling herself out of it.]

I was with some other people too, but I don’t know if they would have mad- [She’s cut off by the sound of sirens, pulling her attention away from the video. She looks confused, worried for a moment, before turning back to the camera again. Jo winces again just because turning and looking around is too much strain on the fact she's basically falling apart - thanks convenient store bandages.]

Guess that's it.

[When the feed cuts Jo's looking off in the distance again, trying to figure out what is going on with the sirens and getting a nice little feeling that it's not good.]

seaphonic

_{[The feed starts with a sickening crack of a clam shell being smashed against a rock, long fingers prying the shell open with ease. The poor clam is scooped out of its shell and eaten immediately before the shell is tossed carelessly away into the sea water. Syrena's hair is wet and windswept and she tucks part of it behind an ear, scraping a nail against the surface of the rock she's leaning on. Part of her golden tail can be seen for a moment as she lifts it up to splash some water on her back before letting it fall back into the sea water behind her.

She seems, if anything, a little troubled. If she is though, it doesn't show much.]}

There is something I do not understand.

_{[She pulls herself up a bit on the rock then, cradling her face in her palms as she stares at the NV, elbows propped up on the rock and her long hair keeping what would be a rather bare chest out of sight for now.]}

There was a ritual held on the beach this morning. A man and a woman were dressed in white clothes and a man who spoke in the name of God joined them together. I do not recall every word shared but their hearts and souls became one and the same. That is what the man in black and white said to the man and woman. There was music and laughter, movement and song. I wished to sing with them but I did not. I stayed silent and hidden.

Their ritual seemed sacred.

_{[She seems a little forlorn at this if not a tad bit jealous of the happiness she'd witnessed earlier, letting her gaze trail away from the NV to the wet surface of the rock.]}

But I do not understand. What was this ritual? Why were they, until that moment, incomplete? Am I incomplete? I was told that I have a soul, but I do not understand what that means. I was told that I was one of God's creatures, but I do not know of God.

I knew nothing of these things until Philip. Even now, I am ignorant.

How can one who does not know what a soul is have one? How would another person know if one possesses one? It is an important thing, a soul, is it not? If it was not, I do not think Philip would have tried to save people's souls.

_{[She rakes her nails across the surface of the rock before looking back at the NV.]}

If I have a soul, what is it to me? I do not know.

madeinoblivion

[The camera adjusts, and Ciel Phantomhive looks...distinctively disheveled. Bedheaded, shirt untucked, and ... is he sitting backwards on that tea table chair, legs straddled, straining his poncy boyshorts? No stockings today? No shoes, either?

Despite this, he's found the most outlandishly feathered top hat to perch on his head, and addresses the network with a farcical, overly-affected accent]

Hallo, Siren's Port! And my, what a lovely day it 'tis!

Of course, it's probably lovelier for me than you, because I get to live in a huuuuge house and have servants take care of ALL of it for me, since dust makes me sneeze, and cats make me sneeze, and I get sick if I do any work at all, and I'm probably too weak to lift up a broom, even if I wanted to.

[And he takes an overly delicate sip of lemonade, from a teacup, pinky out. Mid-way through the sip, he sputters with laugher, and quickly shoves the china cup and saucer aside.]

So I know what you're all thinking- Who IS this dreadful body-pirate, and what has he done with the Ciel we all know and laugh at behind his back?

Well I'm here to tell you that's all a pack of lies!

I'm Little Lord Fancy-Pants, and I'm here to tell you all that I sleep in a frilly light purple nightgown, and all the little shorts in my closet are so tight I'll probably sound like a pinched little girl for the rest of my life!

(By the way, if you stop by Funtom Toys today, and buy anything from the bakery or the twee selection of dainty nursery amusements, Gilbert will throw in a free breakfast scone. Which I'm sure you can use for a doorstop or a paperweight, or something sort-of useful?)

[His voice flattens somewhat, with a roll of his eyes, as he drops into a more comfortable slouch with his arms folded over the back of the chair.]

And seriously. This whole lousy business has already happened to four of my friends now, and it's not funny anymore, so we need to get our hands on whatever's been doing this and stop it before anyone else is forced to be stuck as a sissy-boy without any kind of warning.

[Privated, to his own NV. Weird.]

...and hey, Teabags. I know you're probably listening, all totally horrified. Don't wet my pants or my bed. Do yourself a huge favor and don't kill yourself being me, okay? Or I'll ruin your life.

Go bug Riku, if you really need a protip figuring out how to function with two eyes, darkness, and actual muscles. Don't make any of the girls upset, or I'll come right over there and sock you in my own face.

There's probably a stone in your pocket. It could be still full of my soul somehow. Don't you dare lose it, and take it away from my body, or something horrible will happen to both of us.

ofthursday

[Castiel, for those that were a part of the raid on the hunting grounds, seems no worse for the wear after having been shot several times. He also has been acting somewhat innocent, arguing with some people on the network about the morality of prosecuting those involved, but not admitting his own involvement even if he's pretty sure it will come out.

Some of the discussions have prompted his curiosity though, and so he addresses the network in the calm, interested tone of someone who's seen this all before, which ties into his question.]

How many here have witnessed an uprising in their world, or a revolution? How many have been a part of one?

If you are willing to share your stories, what happened?

( [Filtered to Lucifer] )

( [Filtered to Magneto] )

( [Filtered to Sam Winchester] )

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester] )

motioned

hi port this is ahiru if anyone talks to someone who looks like me or sounds like me don't listen to anything they say it's sort of a long story soooo that's all i have to say bye now everybody!!

[All replies will be in text unless otherwise stated!]

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.

bigandbad

[Bigby's voice is a little harsher when he talks today, a little tighter. Older. Harder.] I'm not usually big on sharing, or storytelling, but that's exactly what I'm here to do today. Call it wild hair up my ass.

There's a place called Israel back in my world. Here's what you need to know about it: Israel is a tiny country surrounded by much larger countries dedicated to its eventual total destruction.

Israel stays alive by being a bunch of tough little bastards who make the other guys pay dearly every time they do anything against Israel. Some in the wider world constantly wail and moan about the endless cycle of violence and reprisal. But since the alternative is non-existence, the Israelis seem determined to keep at it. They have a lot of grit and iron. I'm a big fan of them.

I've done a lot of wondering this past week about what would happen if our little group adopted the Israel template in whole. You can no doubt guess that in that scenario, certain groups would play the part of the vast powers arrayed against us.

Every time they hurt us, we'd damage them much worse in return. It would always happen. Always. They would be the only ones who could end the cycle. They have entire empires to protect. Businesses, transports, research facilities. They could guard a thousand likely targets and there would still be a million ripe, unprotected targets open for a hit.

Interesting to think about.

momchester

Three things.

1: If anybody has experience dealing with the school system here, I'd love to talk to you. I'm trying to get started on enrolling a child for September, and any help or advice would be so appreciated. It's a real hassle.

2: Sam Winchester has left the island. I won't say he's gone, because he was gone a long time ago.

3: Does anybody have the power to turn a cat blue? Without dyes or hurting the cat, please.

[Anyone looking for her at her apartment won't find her there.]

ofthursday

[The feed flips on to give a great view of a rapidly approaching wall, which it promptly crashes into, then the floor where it lands. There's the sound of a voice, speaking rapidly in a strange language--Enochian, for the beings in the Port familiar with it--then silence for a few moments until the NV is picked up.]

Oh. It was the NV.

[He mutters the comment quietly to himself; the screen is still aimed off to the side, but there's a flash of Castiel's trench coat and it's definitely his voice. The feed flips to audio, and Castiel actually addresses it this time.]

I encountered a creature in the Darkness earlier today and it's having... Sensory distorting effects.

[In other words, he's hallucinating, and the Core's flipping of some types of perception isn't helping. He may or may not have run into a Pox Pollen Mushroom. Blame Crowley.]

Does anyone know how long such effects might last?

[Guess who hasn't read the Darkness guide out of a general sense of 'I'm an angel nothing can hurt me?' This guy.]

[[ooc: For those that understand Enochian, his words are mostly jumbled minor curses and general 'get away from me.' Similar to what anyone might say if their NV looked like a giant whip scorpion with a vampire bat face and huge doll eyes.]