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Hey - [Sam looks very busy! He's in his office at Merlotte's, gathering up files, folders...] - wanted to let everybody know to come down to Merlotte's tonight, we've got a few stand-up comics hired for the night show and some drink specials. I won't be there though, I've got to meet with some people about gettin' a loan, but I've got someone I used to work with at Club 24 coverin' for me tonight. She's real sweet, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcome, okay? - And don't think this means you can act up in the club; I'll still be back to kick ya'll in the ass tomorrow if you do.

[he grabs his keys, waves at the NV and sets it face-down on his desk. There's a muffled conversation, and soon after a woman picks the NV up and smirks]

...Hey there. I'm Sandra - I'll be watchin' the bar for Sam tonight. Hope to see you all in.

((APRIL FOOLS - with a little help from the devil, Sam's in touch with his feminine side tonight and plans to troll you all. You can respond to this like a post or start an action thread in the club!))

likesavantgarde

[The device is turned on. A young man in his mid twenties, clearly run ragged and exhausted gives it a once over and frowns. He'd calmed down somewhat for the most part since arriving, no longer completely baffled by being alive in some creepy looking city when he quite clearly recalls dying.

Only mostly baffled.]

Guessing that the little light means it's recording. Either I'm missing a good couple hundred years or this isn't ... anywhere I'm familiar with. Not that I'm particulary well traveled or anything, but I hardly believe this is London anymore.

[He goes silent for a moment - gives his surroundings another quick once over, and turns his glance back to the device before adding:]

I've read the signs. Clarification as to where this is and why I'm here would be appreciated, if I'm not really standing here talking to open air and there is someone actually listening on the other end. I know this isn't where I was supposed to end up.

Like something a little more, I dunno... white, I suppose.

[The last part is muttered. Sigh. You do everything you're supposed to do in life, and for what, to get pulled off into some other strange place to do who knows what. Catching a break, never happened in life so why would it happen now? For a moment, it looks as if he plans to say something else, but he shakes his head and flicks the lid of the device shut, ending the feed.]

shifting

[Sam is sitting in his chair, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. contemplative. Frustrated.]

Since I've been trainin' hellhound puppies for the past couple weeks, I'd like to talk with everybody 'bout a topic I'm pretty familiar on - dogs and dominance.

Now, this is somethin' about dogs a lot of people think they understand, but really don't. For one thing, a lot of people don't understand how big it is in socialization. It's as important as it is with people, even if people aren't as ready to admit it's important to them too. We like to view everything as bein' equal, and everybody bein' on the same keel.

Well, dogs don't. Dogs like to know where they stand with each other. They like knowin' who's in charge and what's expected of them. Makes 'em feel safe, makes 'em feel secure. So there are dominant dogs and submissive dogs. And just like with people, dominant dogs can be fuckin' jerks about their power once they know they have it. They can use it to bully everybody else in the pack, just like people do with other people. Or they can be aggressive with everybody they meet no matter how they're treated 'cause they're mentally unstable, same with people.

But here's the difference - dogs don't pick fights they don't think they can win. Not the smart and sane ones. ...And right now you're probably rememberin' some time you've seen a tiny dog pick a fight with a doberman, and you're thinkin' I'm full of shit. Except that most times when that happens, that small dog's with their owner. That's a whole different matter - that's knowin' you've got backup, and a way out of the situation if you bite off more'n you can chew. 'Course, there's times a small dog'll run a bigger dog off, and that's got to do with how confident that big dog is in their size. There's times you can gruff your way through a situation on sheer posutrin', but that's a risky game. An' dogs know it. Most times, the moment the other dog proves he's not gonna buy it - which often means bitin' or a physical tussle - the smarter, smaller dog gives the game up. They crouch low and they stay quiet, 'cause it's clear they can't push their way through his situation. They don't crouch with a snarl, they don't roll over with a growl - they just fuckin' crouch low and wait for the situation to defuse. Or they run.

[He catches the ball one last time and leans forward, staring steadily] You know why they do that? Because it's not fuckin' worth it. Pushin' a situation you can't win, mouthin' off and actin' like a smartass when it's just been proved your ass can't handle what you're spoutin' is suicide. You don't challenge a healthy, strong dominant when you're weaker'n they are and you've got no one to dig you out. You just don't do it. You wait 'til they're weak, 'til they're sick, and you know you've got a chance. Challengin' before that is only goin' to tip 'em off and put them on their guard anyhow.

Now, this ain't the same as when you've got somethin' real to guard. When some bear or wolf or whatever comes into a dog's territory and threatens 'em, or their pups, or their people or their pack - that's different. Then a fight might be your only option to keep your people safe. Not always, but sometimes, sure. But when you've got nothin' at stake - when you're just growlin' at someone dangerous 'cause you don't like them, or you don't like what they do or they did, and you don't have the means at the time to do somethin' about it - you aren't protectin'. You're challenging. Which makes it a matter of proving dominance, and which means that 'less you wanna come out of it maimed or dead, you'd better know your weight beforehand.

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Brace yourself, Siren’s Port. Alice is coming.

Alice here being a petite, pretty, impossibly pale girl with short black hair. She looks entirely too happy given the time of day.]

Hi everyone! [Alice gives the camera an impossibly cheery wave. Be more cute, Alice.] I’m Alice Cullen, and I’m a vampire. Apparently that’s not a secret thing here, so...that makes my life is easier, yay.

[Okay, srs time is now.]

I’m actually kind of different from a lot of other vampires, in that I only drink animal blood. Buuuuut...[She makes a face, like someone’s just waved something disgusting under her nose.] it really needs to be fresh. Like, I just caught that mountain lion by myself five minutes ago fresh. So, if there’s a place where I can catch wild game, I’d really appreciate some information. And if that’s not possible, is there a butcher that can get it fresh from?

And if you’re still watching after all that, I’m looking for some work. I’ve got degrees on degrees on degrees, so I’m probably qualified for anything you throw at me. I’m very good with stocks and finances. I’m an expert event planner, as well as a clothing designer and stylist. [She slows down to think for a moment. Well, for her. To the people watching, she’s barely taking a breath.] I love working with people! I’ve never done it, but I think I’d make a great sales person.

[Finally, she stops talking a mile a minute. She looks incredibly pleased with herself, convinced she’s made a good impression.]

So that’s me in a nutshell, I guess.

[OOC: Also, here's a little permissions form regarding your character and Alice's visions. I'd really appreciate if you could fill one out.]

tinyvampiregod

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

olderthanyourjesus

[The feed clicks on, but it takes a moment or two to actually speak. It's a lot to try and get this out.]

I know it means nothing to apologize for my actions, but I feel I must. My actions were forced, but it was I who could not control myself. I am sorry to defile the name of vampire for others here in the Port. I am also gravely sorrowful for the victims and their families.

It does little to say these words, and I know what I have done.

[The next section is spoken in an ancient Swedish dialect.]

I am most sorry to you, Childe. I never meant to be a burden on you.

[Locked to Lucifer]

I believe after the last events I can no longer work for you, limited mobility and all.

harriedosborn

So.

[ He's speaking a little slowly, the bitterness properly enunciated in the slight tipsy slur to his voice. ]

… You know. I wasn't going to think anything of it, I have way better things to be working on and thinking about, but the more I think about it the more it's really burning me up. I mean, I really wasn't going to think anything of it but then--

[ He clicks his tongue and pauses to take another sip of whatever he's drinking. ]

I think that's really great. Really. My dad never remembered my birthday and he always blamed it on the leap year, but -- but my birthday's the twenty-eighth, that's just bullshit, right? I -- I, um -- it's so stupid, I don't even know if they remember either because I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be dead--

[ There's a clink as something breaks, and apparently spills as well. ]

Oopsie. What was I saying? Oh -- no, the worst part is I forgot about my birthday too! [ He laughs a little, quiet and forced and slightly whimpery. ] Usually Liz says it to me in the morning, but…

'm not sure what I'm trying to say actually. I'm just giving myself a headache.

shifting

All right. We're havin' an event at Merlotte's. It's been too damn long and I've missed the big ones, so I'm decidin' right now that one's happening. ....Wednesday. There, it's decided. M'callin' it "Take Back The Night". There'll be live music and drink specials and all sorts of good times. Just for fun, it'll be a semi-formal theme.

We're also still hirin' for a number of positions, and I'm in need of an assistant manager in a pretty bad way. Come on in for an interview any day this week between 2 an' 4.

[reaching over to shut off the monitor. Stops. Squints.]

...And I'd just like to say to certain unnamed parties that I taste just fine, so fuck you.

[click]

slipperysoul

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

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

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

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

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

Boy, it's good to be back.

olderthanyourjesus

[Godric is on your screen, half bent over with his fangs popped and blood dripping down from his chin down his chest. He's shirtless and in the room of someone. It's dark but there's dark stains behind him and he's probably lying in a fair bit of it.

There's a maniacal look in his eye. Something has awoken and it's old. Gone is the sad, tired look of a sixteen year old ancient. Instead he is lusting after all he's kept inside for nearly a century.]

I grow bored already. [Said in a thick accent over his fangs.] I thirst for more.

[It's not so much a challenge. He's two thousand years old. Siren's Port, get ready for a blood bath.]

ooc: so this is one half of the vampire duo that is going to tear up the city. It was mentioned on the ooc comm. Any comments, etc post them there.

ergomaniac

[Edgeworth looks deeply, deeply cross. He's recognizably in Sector 3, standing at a streetcorner. Beside him is, well...Gaius Julius Caesar, General of Rome, famed crosser of the Rubicon, the man who would have been Emperor. By his garb - toga and laurel wreath - he's in his statesman role. And judging by his expression, he's no less livid than Edgeworth himself.]

I need someone who can speak Latin. I can, but this man has taken me for a -

["Hah! Speaking in your native tongue now, are you, Pict? But to whom? Or are you mad as well as a barbarian?"

Edgeworth turns to Caesar and responds back to him in Latin.]

I am summoning someone to deal with you, o Caesar.

[And Caesar responds in rapid, haughty Latin: "Deal with Caesar? They shall come and see who Caesar is, and then you shall be the one dealt with, Pict!"

Edgeworth turns away again and speaks in clipped English.]

Anyone with an authentic accent. Kindly come in a toga and prepared to playact the part of a - Oh, for the love of -

[Caesar is starting off. There must be a toga party at Hawthorne, because the consul is now hailing some frat boys as his countrymen.]

sheepworrying

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

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

City life is making me soft.

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

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

[A sudden snarl.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who's with me!?