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[It's late. There's some background noise, distant, muffled, sounding very vaguely like music- he's on break at Purgatory. A self-assigned one, manager's prerogative.]

You know the phrase "your life flashing before your eyes"? Supposedly right before you die, when this moment of self-reflection just- hits you?

Can we talk about how preposterous that is? Yeah, because imminent death would really trigger that exact reaction- an intense fast-cut montage with percussive sound effects, you know, to really heighten the tension. Or some cockamamie Lifetime dream sequence where all these fuzzy filler memories float past you in soft focus.

Don't get me wrong, that's poetic, but-

-and there's another thing. It's supposed to happen in order, from when you were born right until then. But, come on. Is that how you think about yourself- from start to finish, as if that's the only pattern that could possibly happen within a lifetime?

I don't think so. [His voice gets quiet.] I think it's more complicated than that.

discretion

[It's late morning, and Franz is rather fetching in a gray three-piece suit. It appears he's stopped in the kitchen for a moment. It's a pleasant scene, nearly as put-together as a magazine scene.]

Maybe I'm just in a bit of a strange mood, but, I want to know - what are you thankful for?

I'm thankful that we, as Newcomers, have each other. And I invite any of you who've just turned up on this dreadful island to please feel free to ask me anything you'd like about life here. I'm sort of an expert.

[Franz looks thoughtful, and then amused.]

I suppose I'm also thankful that I got all of my shopping done ahead of time.

discretion

[A young man's voice, perhaps familiar. Cheerful, but with a great strain and weariness beneath it.]

--I'm sorry everyone, it seems I've been late.

I hope I haven't put anyone out too much.

in_a_dark_wood

[Dante is sitting on a bench in a park somewhere. The breeze is blowing his hair and he's smiling a strangely contented smile. One knee is hiked up with his chin resting lazily upon it as he looks down at the hand holding the NV.]

You know....I've gone through a lotta bullshit since coming here. This place is basically Fucked City. Really. It's that bad.

But...

[His eyes drift downward thoughtfully.]

But the people here can be pretty cool. It's the people, not the city, that are worth protecting.

[There's a long period of silence as he considers something, then he looks up again, lowering his knee and sitting a bit more upright.]

I'm Dante, by the way.

((ooc: Dante's permissions post))

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.

doctor_mccoy

What are you all, high? What's with sudden munchy epidemic? You know we don't have a cure for Diabetes yet, so eat some damn vegetables. Good God. [This is the sound of him judging all of you.]

Also, James Kirk's NV has been kicking messages back for awhile, Spock's too, so I imagine those lucky bastards finally got to go home. I'm keeping up rent on their property, incase they end up back here...so til then, if anyone's looking for a residence until they can get on their feet, it's open.

Just keep it clean or I'm taking it out on your sorry ass, it's not a damn frat house.

[He's in a bad mood, go figure.]

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.)

sequincy

[the video's on, but it's hard to tell, because all you can see right now is the inside of a pocket. Two voices, however, are coming in loud and clear.]

...think I'm going to let you intimidate me, you faggy little nobody? Let me set something straight for you, okay, you're a newcomer and a glorified dressmaker. I don't give a shit what you think you saw because it doesn't mean shit.

[and a calm, cool, familiar voice - ] What I saw was you using your powers to illegally charm my fellow female employees. I had wondered why I couldn't figure out your ability before. It only works on the opposite sex, doesn't it? Is that how you were able to convince Mdme. Depaul to sign Marées Bleues over to you?

The old biddy was old news, and old news gets moved over for new news. That's the way of the world. I saved this company. We have new contracts, a new lingerie line -

Then you admit it. [Uryuu's voice tightens.] You're despicable -

What I'm admitting is that this company is moving in a new direction with new, AGI funding, and our new backers don't like a lot of backtalk. It's something we have in common. [a chair squeaks back sharply, there's a rustle of movement -] So if you ever think of coming in here and talking to me like this ever again, piss bag, know that I've got big dogs on speed dial who'd love to use you as a squeaky toy -

[the video suddenly clears, as Uryuu pulls the NV to reveal the shocked expression of a a handsome thirty-something-year-old man with auburn hair and a business suit. A man currently gripping Uryuu's shirt collar. Said man looks has clearly become aware of the recording light.]

Would you... like to repeat that, Mr. Robles?

[he slowly grimaces and shoves Uryuu back, hissing between his teeth.] You're fired.

Good. Because I also quit. [the feed ends.

...and when it returns fifteen minutes later, Uryuu is standing outside, coldly smoothing his hair back into place and patting at his ruffled clothing.] I'll be taking solo commissions from now on. Inquire within.

soul_scatter

[Byakuya has recovered from being battered by angel reiatsu during the SERO raid. He hasn't complained, merely stayed in his house and recovered from the owie.

However, today, he is in his room, at his desk with papers spread in front of him. He glances up at the feed.]

I am announcing it now, though I have already tendered my resignation. I will be leaving Hawthorne University at the end of this semester.

I bear no ill will toward the university or anyone who remains there. I will, of course, be searching for a new position immediately.

( Fail!Locked to the NPP )

ninthserenade

ATTN: XINO E MAO EMPLOYEES

i ordered a fish tank for the lobby so if a delivery guy comes up askin for demyx either sign the clipboard or call for me
i got a bunch of fish yesterday to spruce the place up when it was raining fish an i had a bunch left over so i ordered this 100 gallon tank to put em in it should be here by ummmm
tomorrow morning i think
but no one toss the big plastic container i got in the break room cuz its full of water an all the fish are in there

i mean it if someone dumps it i will end you!!!!!!

-Demyx

_{[And then a good ten minutes later;]}

oh! but if anyone wants some of the fish just drop me a line! im gonna bring a couple to Purg too to sit in the dressing rooms! i can bring em over whenever you want or i can have a dusk deliver them! yjust gotta promise to take good care of them cuz they were falling outta the sky so they were pretty shaken up yesterday but now theyve been swimming around and pretty much acting like super healthy fish! jus toss me a line here or call me on my NV if you guys are interested ♪

the_final_word

[A young woman appears on the screen, with a serene expression on her face. She offers a small smile. She'd almost look like an ordinary girl in her late teens, if it wasn't for her odd colouring, and the fact that her hair seems to be moving of its own volition.]

Hello.

[When she speaks, it's with a crisp French accent.]

My name is Daemon. Your Greeters were most helpful.

[Whether she believes them or not is another story. Still, the people here are quite unlike those in any system she's encountered previously. Her expression grows more solemn as she moves beyond her introduction.]

All the fighting here concerns me. These struggles between Newcomers and locals, between AGI and SERO...they seem to bring such needless suffering. Only unity can bring peace. I would like to work together with each and every one of you to achieve that.

[She looks as though she might have something more to say, then decides against it.]

I expect we will be talking again soon enough. For now, au revoir.

[Inclining her head slightly as a goodbye, Daemon disconnects the feed.]

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?

mediumdrip

( Private to Jubilee )

( Private to Glee cast )

( Private to Chuck )

I hope everyone is staying safe right now.

Isn't St. Patrick's Day coming up? Does the city celebrate it at all? It feels like a fun holiday would be good right now, plus I found this. [He puts a shamrock bowtie to his collar and grins a bit] What do you guys think?

universaljanitor

[The feed turns on to static and the sound of something crashing. There's a rumbling in the background, the whining groan of steel pushing against steel, the pop of restraints giving way, the crack of electricity through the air.]

No no no no no! Come on! [There's the sound of metal hitting metal, presumably of a hammer against the side of something. But the whining of something under pressure, about to give way only increases.] No. Buggered little- Worrr-kah! [The Doctor's shouting by now, and there's the sound of scraping against the microphone of his NV before a crack even worse than the others starts up, and whatever it is the Doctor's working on starts to scream in protest, metal scratching over metal with a sound not too unlike nails on a chalkboard.]

GRAAAAA- [Is the last thing heard from the Doctor, a snarled out cry of frustration, before there's the start of a small explosion, a roar and a blast and then a jolt of static through the feed for just a second before switching off.

Five minutes later, however, a text message is sent throughout the network]

( OOC cut for length )

rapturescreed

[When the feed turns on, Raul is sitting at his office at the Newcomer Community Center, seeing as he trashed his office at Lion's Gate, and it's being rebuilt now.]

First of all, I'd like to welcome all of our recent arrivals to the city of Siren's Port. My name is Raul Creed, and I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, as well as General Manager of Lion's Gate, here in the city. I realize and understand that this is a tough transitional period for everyone, but I hope that you all know that, no matter what, the NPP is here to help out in any way we can. If you are looking for a job, Lion's Gate is always hiring. We're looking for kitchen, security, wait staff, and bartenders. If you would like to work nights, then please, let me know. The Community Center is also here to help Newcomers out.

[He leans forward a little, hands folded on the desk.]

And speaking of the Community Center, that is the large building a block away from the baseball diamond. The Newcomer Clinic is also at the Community Center, so if you are in need of medical attention, and would prefer not to go to SP General or Skye Medical Center, there is that. All emergencies should go to either hospital, though.

I would also like to let everyone know that the Community Center will be holding a variety of lessons on different subject matters. Re-l Mayer is running those, so it is safe to say that they will be up and running by the end of the month. If anyone wishes to teach a class or two, contact her for details.

[He pauses now, leaning forward and picking up the NV. Walking to the window, he holds it in front of him, showing the city streets spread out from the center's window.]

In more important news, the governor has finally allowed a Newcomer Office to be made within the current system of government. This is a great step forward towards Newcomer rights, and I do wish to aware everyone that our status in the city will hopefully be rising in the future. The governor is letting us have elections to decide who we should put in this Newcomer Office, so be on the look out for possible candidates. For elections, if you wish to vote, you need to become a citizen.

Which is where the Community Center comes in, again. A few months back, we held citizen tests for any Newcomer who wished to become a citizen of this city. The NPP will be holding these tests again, and anyone who would like to become a citizen of the port will be allowed to take the tests, no matter the age or length of time spent in the city. The citizen tests will be on March 21st, and on March 20th we'll be holding a class for anyone wanting to take the tests. I want to stress that becoming a citizen of the port does not mean you are giving up your citizenship of your home country or world. Citizenship here means more benefits for everyone, as well as being counted as a full member of this city. It makes it much harder for the companies to kidnap someone and get away with it, if the person is a citizen.

Back home, citizenship was the highest honor given to an immigrant. I hope that everyone here will take advantage of this opportunity, as we're not sure when it'll come again.

( Filtered to the NPP head committee; Re-l Mayer, Daedalus Yumeno, Diego Armando, Byakuya Kuchiki, Bruce Wayne, Franziska von Karma, and Yako Katsuragi. Michael Xavier has been taken off the filter. )

( Filtered to Franz d'Epinay )

( Filtered to Doctor Michael Xavier and Jubilee )

thelittlestbub

[She's got make up on and is hiding the illness still wracking her. She's managing not to hack up a lung because this is important and you never show weakness. Ever.

She's also in her uniform. Not her normal flat black, though. This one is different. There's a deep red under her arms that goes downward. No one can see the bottom, where the racing stripes down her legs fade from silver to blue, to Magneto's purple. It's directed at someone, because she knows he'll get it. To hell with the rest of you plebeians.]

Good morning. In certain sectors of the Newcomer community this morning, I have no doubt that there are a lot of questions.

I am neither condoning, condemning, nor confirming actions, at this time.

However. I am asking that all who are leaving the House of Awesome do so by noon today.

All belongings left behind will be stored and returned to their rightful owners, at mutually agreed upon times and places.

Temporarily, I am stating that this building will no longer be accepting Newcomers. Until now, we've had an open policy, but as of noon, that policy is on indefinite hold. I am sorry for anyone that this inconveniences.

[No, she's not, but it's politic to say so.]

Of course, anyone that remains here will have leave to come and go as they need. All visitors will be cleared by myself and myself alone.

I am available if anyone has any questions.

[Feed cuts to private filters:]

[HoA, but ONLY those that are staying, and she can pretty much guess who they are, Magneto Filters]

Anyone else who wishes to leave is welcome to. I'm sorry to see you go.

[That's at least honest.]

[Locked to Deadpool, Spidey, and Loki only.]

Deadpool, Loki, Spidey, this house is hereby on lockdown. Until further notice and yes I'm in charge.

[See her? She's the mercenary child soldier trained by Wolverine, Cyclops, Emma Frost and Charles Xavier. Welcome to her world.]

[Private/unhackable to Kenzo Tenma]

[Finally, she drops the facade and just looks tired.]

... I could use a friend tonight, if you've got time to spare. Please?

defineshinky

[She's standing right outside the Newcomer Apartments, clearly having just been shown there. Yet nothing else about Wendy reads as a desperately lost Newcomer. She looks resolutely unimpressed.]

Okay, the last time I did this, I didn't need to hurl in the Field of Dreams. Not kosher. Boss, come in if the nice men in labcoats were wrong and you're out there.

Somewhere.

[She looks at her NV expectantly, her frown growing deeper with each passing moment that she doesn't get the response that she's looking for.]

Come on, Middleman. Don't make me do the Ride Lonesome bit, that's not my routine.

[Time passes and she gets nothing. Finally, Wendy sighs, accepting the situation.]

Well, guess it is now. Okay, how do I--

[She starts pressing buttons and her brow furrows when she stumbles across the Network.]

Whoa. Uh. Hi.

doctor_mccoy

[ Audio kicks in before the feed does, only for a few seconds and with it comes the dull buzz of distant voices and lazy not-quite-bustle of a restaurant, a diner perhaps, which becomes clearer with the slanted view of a waitresses elbow as she passes, and the florescent lights above. The NV is propped up (properly). The man is disheveled, exhausted, but god knows he's probably been awake since he arrived late last night, but then who could sleep after that? ]

"You're kiddin' me right now...."

[At least the coffee he has clutched between his hands is probably helping, or just fueling his already exasperated bewilderment of the entire situation. Thankfully no one knows him enough to recognize that the sardonic expression on his face is just the little sputtering fuse on it's way to the dynamite.]

"Sorry I ducked out of the welcoming parade, aloha's and floral leis aren't exactly my thing." [That's dripping sarcasm boys and girls, because by aloha's he means "monsters" and by parade he means what the hell just happened? ]

"I'm guessing my road to enlightenment is paved with questions, so if anyone can spare a minute to fill me in on what exactly is going on here that wasn't covered in the vacation brochure, I'd be obliged."

[Don't expect him to show much appreciation, but he'd really like to fill in the blanks. Oh and feel free to join him in the diner, but expect to pay, seems he left his wallet in the 23rd century.]

worldhaditsway

[HEY. Remember when Christina first got here and she was completely batshit insane and a few months later, she started evening out a little and acting semi-normal? Those were some good times.

Right now, she's sitting in front of her NV, looking coldly murderous. This is as angry as Christina's ever been since she destroyed Point Pleasant. Despite her fury, she's clearly been crying, but is trying to pretend she hasn't with teeth-gritted, wild-eyed fury.

Big, epic speeches aren't really a thing when you're shaking with rage, but Castiel already covered the murdering aspect, so she needs something else to get her disapproval across, but she still keeps it short and simple. Crowley may not have been overly compassionate, but he was genuine. Didn't lie to her, didn't spare her feelings, wasn't interested in her powers. Ambivalence in a sea of blind love and utter betrayal and hatred was a welcome alternative.]

A demon died the other night, but that's okay, because he wasn't a person, right?

If I find out that whoever killed him decided he needed to be put down because of what he is, then I'll show them what Hell really looks like. You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.

[She laughs- it's bitter and lacking humor.] It's funny. I actually believed for a second that the people in this town were tolerant.

ofthursday

[When the feed turns on, Castiel's expression is neutral, but almost too much so. Like it's all an act.

It's clear why when he speaks.]

Crowley is dead.

[And a pause, and Castiel's entire countenance changes; he draws himself up, his eyes harden, and he looks angry in the way only an angel can. Cold and dangerous and terrible and awe inspiring all at once, even over the NV.]

When I find out who is responsible for this, I will destroy them. And I will find out.

[He doesn't bother with anything more, simply cutting the feed with a click.]