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[ Despite some of the events that had gone on the past few days, Prince Soma still seems to be his usual upbeat self. It's December, his BFF just had a birthday, it's snowed a few times this month - a type of weather that still amazes him - and to top it all off, he's been learning so much about this upcoming holiday known as Christmas. He'd known of it slightly from back home, at least from the religious stand point, but he's recently become acquainted with all the other little festive bits that have become associated with it over the years. Santa, elves, reindeer, presents, candy canes...

Oh! And one other special thing... ]

I made Christmas cards!! Did everyone get them?!!

[ The answer to that should be 'NO' since - fortunately for some of you - Soma hasn't quite met everyone yet! ]

Oh! Probably not... Well, here it is if you wanted one!

[ Soma frowns at the screen for a moment while he remembers how to bring up paint images on his tablet-style NV. After a moment or two he figures it out and two images come through: The front of the card, first. Followed by the back of card. ]

I know they are perfect, so go ahead and print them and hang them up. I will allow it.

likepaleglass

[There's that man again on the screen. That one you can almost smell through the electronics, though that's a complete impossibility. (Lavender today, by the way.) The apartment behind him, obviously Newcomer-standard, is in the beginnings of what will become a fine shambles, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, a banana peel draped elegantly over the edge of a garbage pail, and everywhere books -- books upon books and scraps of metal and odds and ends that aren't even quite identifiable. In the midst of it, Howl is impeccably clean and groomed as always, with not even a wrinkle.]

An introduction seems in order. I am the Wizard Howl Pendragon, conjuror and constructor of magical artifacts, creator of curses, cantrips, and charms from the large to the small in scale. Need to win a duel or your worst enemy's hair to fall out? Find me. In need of your one-bedroom flat to become a 5-bedroom palatable estate? Call upon me. Fees are negotiable.

[A release of breath, and he nudges back his hair.] I usually rely on word of mouth, but considering the circumstances, it seems I am my primary advertiser.

[A pause.]

I'd also like to know more about this Core -- and its record. The library hasn't been as helpful as I would like.

forzare

Well, since my only strong points are magic and finding things-- [ Which is actually an understatement, because on top of looking shady and untrustworthy, Harry's actually really intelligent - he just doesn't let on. In fact, it's the pursuit of knowledge that has him popping up on the network this time around. The last time had him blowing out the lights in his apartment (and some of the surrounding tech that didn't belong to him). ] --I've got some questions that are relevant.

I understand that we all came from different worlds, and that there are some of you who arrived in possession of skills of the supernaturally-inclined nature. Namely, magic. I'd like to hear about it. If you're a practitioner or if you have interacted with it, I'm twice as interested; however, the Q-and-A is open to anyone. I want to hear anything you're willing to offer on the subject. Your positive or negative opinions, your experiences - yadda yadda.

I'm even making notes. [ HE'S PROUD OF HIS CHOICE TO BE ORGANIZED, OKAY? ]

In case you're wondering what I'm looking for, you could start with general questions such as - were you born with magic, or did you learn it academically? how do you apply your skills or how have you seen skills applied? what does "magic" mean to you? do you have laws that regulate the use or address the misuse of it? For example: My name is Harry, I'm a professional wizard and I'm really good at thaumaturgy - which is pretty much making small things happen on a big scale through a medium, and I'm pretty decent with combat magic.

mirroredmemory

[Xion is sitting alone in her room, on the empty bed that was once Naminé's. She looks tired and pale- almost a week of bad dreams and sleeping poorly when she did, and her eyes are dull. It has not been a very pleasant two months. She's toying with a silver star pendant around her neck with her free hand as she speaks.]

It's funny... people always say that hearts are strong, that they can stand up to anything and they'll be okay in the end. I know all that, I know if you believe in someone and their heart it's a wonderful thing and it won't steer you wrong but-

If a heart's supposed to be something strong, then how do they break so easily? And why does it hurt so much when they do?

hikari_no_kundou

..My name is Master Eraqus. For those that knew her, I regret to inform you that Aqua is no longer here in Siren's Port.

I know that she worked at the Solstice Academy during her time here; as her mentor prior to this place, I would be happy to speak with those regarding the school and any management matters that need to be dealt with in her absence.

[ A brief pause, then: ]

..Thank you for time.

[ The recording then ends with a #CLICK#. ]

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gavesugar

[When the screen flicks to life, the only thing in sight is a carpet - and the only sound a rhythmic ding that sounds like a buckyball hitting the bottom of a trashcan. The screen jostles about as Sheila seizes her NV and then throws herself behind her desk. You're then treated to a side-view of Sheila's face and the rips, tears, and smudges marring her business suit.]

Back with thee, foul demon!

[The view shifts to reveal an electric propulsive perpetual motion machine rocking crazily back and forth, launching an arsenal of buckyballs on every outswing! Sheila puts down her NV.]

Is there no way to cease this foolishness?!

[Grabbing a dictionary, Sheila ducks behind it and reaches wildly for the cord...only to trip and step on her NV, shutting it off. Responses shall come a few moments later.]

czes

[The familiar, fresh-faced boy with neatly combed hair is sitting in front of a desk lamp that gives off warm light. He's wearing a button-down shirt and a vest that gives off more of a vibe of times gone by than hipster parents. He smiles gently at the camera.]

So the other day one of my idiot friends subjected me to a particularly stupid lecture about how I've been behaving here in the city this last year and a half. It was annoying [grin] but it did get me thinking.

I haven't been very honest - [a bit of an eyeroll] like anyone ever is - but it's starting to really get in the way of things. My stupid friend seems to think I'll make even more stupid friends if I'm honest, so, here goes.

The truth is, I was born in the 18th Century. I've been a child like this ever since I drank the elixir of life in 1711 . The last time I visited home, it was the year 2002. I'm over 300 years old.

[His voice pitches upward: cute, sweet, never touched by aging.] Sorry I lied. I thought if people knew, they'd try to hurt me. It's happened in the past. [He won't admit that it's pretty easy to manipulate people with that cute face of his, too.]

One more thing. My name's not Benjamin, it's Czeslaw. Czeslaw Meyer.

I've had a lot of fun meeting all of you.

justwillow

Hey, This is more a message to specific people post, I'm sorry.

Oh- Oh! Though, I would like the magically-inclined peoples thoughts on maybe getting a social group together? Kind of wiccan-witch-sorcerer-sorceress-mage alliance? A little something to share thoughts, Spells, potion ingredients. Little tips and tricks I have.

[Willow smiles at the camera, tucking her hair behind ear, lifting the NV up for a moment.]

I thought there could be cookies and coffee or cake or something. And anyone would be invited, if they have an interest in magic or are magical themselves. But um- yeah. Any good thoughts would be good!

[And that's where the feed ends for most of you!]
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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.]

astralling

Hi.

[Prue looks less than stellar- eyes slightly rimmed with red, makeup just barely smudged enough to indicate that she was probably crying a while ago, or came close recently. She's frustrated and has a small smear of ash on one cheek.]

Does anyone have any experience with their magic or- or powers from home not working right here?

I can't make any spell work. I've tried everything I can, and almost nothing I've done since I came here has done anything but almost destroy my ceiling.

[She makes an almost painfully frustrated noise in her throat, teeth on edge and eyes watering angrily.]

This is ridiculous, I'm stronger than this.

whycantistay

So coming back from home again, I've been thinking more about what I should be doing here. While I'm really focused on helping more people with the hotel -- which if anyone who is new needs a place, we still have plenty of rooms, I'd also like to get more involved with the science community.

Speaking of, McCoy, I have your samples.

Basically I've a paper written in physics journals and was the head of the science department of a local firm. My skills are mainly in math and physics, but I'd like to get more involved. I can put together a resume with my schooling and work experience. 

I've also dealt with magic, well at least those spells founded in energy and physics. You'd be surprised what you're capable of when you tap into other things.

Any information would be appreciated.

where_the_hearth_is

[Disgruntled House is disgruntled.]

Greetings, Siren's Port.

Since I arrived here, I have found found my operations disrupted on several occasions by the cavalier interference of magic from a variety of sources. This is disturbing, painful, largely inexplicable, and on the whole quite unacceptable. I wish to learn more about magic, both to further my own understanding and in the interests of better protecting myself and my residents.

It is my understanding that there are many different systems of magic from various worlds represented here, which function in a variety of different ways. Further, it appears that many of these systems including 'warding' provisions, which provide localized magical protection.

I wish to learn to compose wards in as many systems as possible. Additionally, I would like to observe magic performed - actual magic, however that may be defined, but not merely core-granted abilities - in order to learn more.

I would deeply appreciate any assistance with either of these endeavors, and would be happy to provide compensation in the form of temporary living quarters, free gourmet meals, or small diamonds.

that_is_asecret

[Xellos floats lazily, resting on air, eyes closed, seemingly having a nap. He stretches a moment, and then sits cross-legged in the air]

A question for all of those involved with magic in their respective worlds, how exactly does it work where you are from? Things always seem to work slightly differently in each new place, and of course there is always plenty of room for creative individuals to revolutionize its practice. If you would be so kind, I'd greatly appreciate it.

[He holds his chin, with a curious expression on his face]

For those lacking in magical talents, two simple riddles.

One tooth to bite,
he's the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.

What is it?

A man is six feet tall, is a clerk at a butcher shop, and wears size 11 shoes.

What does he weigh?

themonarch

So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

[Click]

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drinkthebleach

[It's Pickles the Drummer from Dethklok, and he's being fucking festive right now, wearing a green T-shirt and his dreads pulled back underneath a darker green beanie. The bruises from the fight with AGI have even faded, by now (much to his appreciation)—they’re more of a pallid corpse yellow as opposed to that obnoxious purplish-black. He lights a cigarette with one hand and leans back.]

Okay. Everybody knows holidays suck an’ there's no point to any of them. There's only like, two that even matter: [Counting them off on his fingers.] New Year's Eve, an' this one right here. An' I know there's gonna be at least five or six culture-shocked dildos makin' videos askin' 'bout the green an' what's goin' on an' all that crap, which gets really annoying, after a while. I'm just gonna lay it all out for you right now. Saint Patrick was this dude a really long time ago that cleared all the snakes outta Ireland—that was important for some reason, I dunno. So now we all celebrate him by listenin' to depressin' folk music in bars an' drinkin' a crap ton of booze in one night. Everyone gets involved: even non-Irish dudes wear green an' get drunk. S' all about gettin' totally hammered, 'cause throwin' up is supposed to be symbolic of spiritual renewal, or whatever.

Big surprise, yer gonna see me passed out before eleven, tonight. An' then I'm doin' a total overhaul of my fuckin' life over here. So all this shit you see? [He tilts forward to take control of the NV again and swivel it around the room.] S' for sale. I’m leavin' this dump in the dust, an' I don’t wanna take anythin' bigger than a duffel bag with me. S' just the way I move.

[A long, almost contemplative drag, which he traps in his lungs for a couple seconds and then exhales through his nostrils.] Anyone need a TV? A chair, or whatever? I got a side table that has this little mirror-thing that comes out—I'll sell it to anyone that wants to do some coke.

If none of that interests you, I'm also givin' this up:

[Pickles sets his cigarette down somewhere off-screen (presumably in an ash tray) and reaches for an electric guitar. He brandishes it by the neck for everyone to see (and looks like Christmas in the process, with the cherry red instrument standing against his shirt).] This is a JS22R Dinky. S' not a Gibson, but s' not that shitty, neither. Chrome bridge. Heavy tone. Humbucking pick-ups, y'know. Round near the nut so you can finger the thing pretty good.

'S all yers—y'know. If you don't mind the fact that the dude that had it before died in a fire. I even thought 'bout burnin' his guitar too, I dunno. That's what I'm gonna do with whatever doesn't sell--I'm just gonna light it all on fuckin' fire, probably. Give it a viking funeral. I just figured waste not, want not, y'know? An' I could use the extra cash.

So yeah. [He lifts his eyebrows at the NV.] You gonna help me out, friends?

doeswhathewants

[The video opens with Loki sitting at a kitchen table, covered in empty egg cartons, Cadbury wrappers and Red Bull cans]

Had someone introduced my prior incarnation to these delicious creations, I might never have attempted to take over or otherwise destroy Midgard.

[A small groan as he sits up straighter] And thus I have decided to share the deliciousness with everyone.

[A pause and he spells out] P. S. they'll not change back. [Then grins and the feed cuts.]

[OOC: As always, the Lux is exempt. Elaine scares him.]

calm_tempest

[Her apartment is a tidy place, neither too big, nor too small. One might consider it a very modest dwelling, considering her profession, but she does not feel the need for extravagance. Potted plants can be seen here and there, clearly well cared for, though the more striking pieces would be the ikebana arrangements she's put together.]

And so the city begins to wake from winter. Of course, that assumes that it ever truly sleeps. Even what seems like it should be rest may not be.

[There's a rocking chair that's very conspicuously doing what it's been designed for, despite the fact that it's unoccupied, and indeed Retsu is nowhere near it. Also, it seems to be . . . crocheting a blanket? Oddly enough, the chair seems almost content, if a chair can have such a feeling.]

[Retsu offers a vaguely fond smile in the chair's direction.] Life is often more resilient than we think.

Current Mood: peaceful

directorestheim

This place feels like a dream I've returned to.

[The video is focused on the buildings around the baseball field, including the Newcomer Apartments. The feed is steady, steady enough to almost feel like it was on a tripod before it turns at a sharp angle because, nope, someone's actually holding it.]

It doesn't feel like this place has changed at all. Or maybe it has. But I'd reckon more things have changed for me than Siren's Port.

I'm- [He pauses for a moment. Director seemed superfluous without the Academy there, and all his other titles were only for the Academy's sake.] Hope Estheim. I don't know how long it's been since I was last here, but for me...

It's been twelve years.

[Hey, finally, he moves the camera so that it's actually focused on him.]

I don't suppose there is an Alyssa Zaidelle here.

blackmoonrising

[About half an hour before this feed goes live, the more spiritually sensitive inhabitants may have felt the arrival of a very, very potent source of spiritual energy interrupting their senses. Sorry about that, he can't help it.

The NV feed being broadcast is video, it’s after dark and someone seems to have accidentally pressed the video function while trying to get to grips with their newly acquired piece of tech. And now he’s picking a fight with it.]

Send- damn it what the hell kind of piece of crap are you?! Don’t give me that ‘number is not in service’ bullshit I know that damn number’s right!

[There’s a beep and apparently this is enough to make the orange haired boy on the other end of the line growl in frustration.]

What the hell kind of phone are you supposed to be you piece of junk!

[It looks suspiciously like the NV is about to be hurtled at the nearest wall, and now viewers can very plainly see an annoyed teenage face scowling at the screen as it is held at arm’s length, before he seems to notice that the red light next to the camera is on and…]

Crap is this thing on? Hello? Anyone there?

[And then he sighs, moving the NV back down to a more user friendly distance and glowering at the camera.]

Okay, if anyone’s paying attention then I need to know how the hell to get to the asshole who thought dragging me here was a good idea. Or you can point me in the direction of someone who can help.

And, uh, anyone know what the international code to dial Japan is? I need to call home and let 'em know I'm gonna be late for dinner.

[There’s a pause… and then he seems to be mulling something over. What he is considering is whether or not to explicitly call out the familiar sources of reiatsu he can feel in this strange new city he’s found himself in, thus a) exposing his Shinigami allies where they may not want to be exposed or b) making him sound like a crazy person if they’re not here and he’s just imagining it all through displacement induced wishful thinking. He opts for a happy medium, scowl still etched on his face.]

Oi. I can feel that you’re here, y’ know. Anyone feel like saying hi or am I on my own out here?

[But that scowl's still not gone. He really looks like he's weighing up his options here, and then, with a rub of his neck and a sigh (because he knows in advance he's going to regret asking this but he doesn't have a choice), he adds this little beauty to the end of his transmission. Desperate times call for desperate measures.]

And I'm kinda missing a corpse. I had it before I got here and now it's gone. Anybody seen one?

rainprism

[The click of a blow drier shutting off heralds the beginning of the voice transmission, followed shortly by the roll of a drawer being opened and closed. Aqua begins speaking right away after that.]

Everyone, I'm home.

[She sounds rushed, tired. ... A little different, perhaps, in some implacable way. The drawer opens and shuts again.]

Sorry to've run off like that, I just ...

[Rustling. There's a faint reverberation when next she speaks; She sounds a bit more distant. It's likely the NV is stationary while she moves about, and rustling muffles her voice periodically.]

There were things that I needed to take care of, that's all. I'm back now. I'm here.

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