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[Guys, it's the last network post you will ever see of Raul Creed sitting behind the desk of his Newcomer Community Center office.]

This is a hard time for everyone, and I thank you for the time you all are making to watch this message. While it hasn't been made as public, due to the party's wishes, the Newcomer Community Center has been... [That just gets a wave of his hand.] Well, it's still standing, and anyone who might wish to seek refuge can still come here, for as long as they need to.

[He sighs, leaning forward just a little.] It's unfortunate that this city which many of us have called home is being torn apart like this. I know that I did not expect it to become like this. But, despite the drastic, and at times fatal changes, there are still many options available for everyone.

One of those is to leave the island. There are many boats and many people leaving the island as quickly as possible, and it is very easy to gain passage on one of them. And if anyone needs anything to help get them on a boat that is supposedly "full", then the Newcomer Fund will give you the necessary means to find a spot on it. [Times are serious, after all, and there's plenty of money in that fund.]

Another option, some of us believe, is to go home. Back to your home, wherever that may be. We're all from very different worlds and universes, as we all know, and many people will want to go home. I'm sure we all feel that we are being drawn to the Core in some way, and I will admit, going home is a best guess on my part. I say it will take us home, but I am not a scientist, so please be mindful of that. [You could go somewhere else, or die, or whatever by going to the Core; how the hell is he supposed to know?]

And the other option is to stay in Siren's Port. For some of us, this is home. This is where we've put down roots, so to speak. Where our families are, in whatever shape or form they are in. Perhaps the way the city is right now will die down, and things will go back to normal; or, maybe they won't. Just as much as all of the other options, this is not one that has a 100% guarantee rate of success.

[And now he leans back in his chair.] Which leads into the next part: all of these options are choices that you need to make. It is your choice, an individual choice that everyone must make. This is not a choice for families or groups of friends to make. Do not let anyone pressure you into making a choice. This is the biggest decision we've all had in awhile, and it is up to you to decide what you wish to do for yourself, not for anyone else. To be quite honest, I personally do not know what I will do. It's a stressful time, and I wish I could give an opinion of what is the best option, but my choice is not your choice.

But there is one thing I want everyone to agree on. Whatever you decide to do, wherever you decide to go: remember us. Remember the experiences you had here, both the good and the bad. Remember the friends you have made, the families you have created. Remember those who left us before we were ready to be left, and the relationships we had with them. Remember the trials and tribulations we, as Newcomers, had to face, and how we survived even in the face of adversity.

Remember us. That's all that I ask.

pullsheavendown

[The video feed clicks on to show a face that hasn't appeared too often on the network lately, and it's not so surprising that he looks a little pensive, a little thoughtful. He pauses to collect his thoughts before speaking.]

So...it's my birthday today. Oh, I'm not telling people to get good wishes or presents or anything. But it's my fourth one in Siren's Port, and that means I've been here a little over three years now.

Maybe it doesn't sound that long to some people, but it does to me. Except it went by really fast, too. I guess that's just from looking back at everything, though. Because a lot of stuff happened.

I'm eighteen today. There were times I never thought I'd get this far. I'm definitely not the same person I was when I was pulled, but I guess everyone grows up. Still...I think I wouldn't be who I am now if it weren't for all the people I met in this world. Some are gone, some are still here...some I still miss.

I dunno if I'll have a fifth birthday here or not. No one ever knows how long we'll be here, right? It's not supposed to be home for any of us. We're newcomers. But it has been for me, for a while now. Whatever happens, whether I have another birthday here or not...I'm glad I had this one.

[He fiddles with the NV for a moment before ducking his head.]

I guess I just needed to say that.

antinouswild

[Enjolras knows that he has been barred from public speaking by AGI, but he can't find anything that specifically excludes him from using the network. As long as he doesn't mention AGI he should be safe. He's avoided it until now. But the situation is getting desperate.

He looks on edge, and like he hasn't slept in days. The video starts with him looking over his shoulder, then at the camera.]

Citizens of Siren's Port.

Please excuse the message, but I am in need of assistance. A friend, someone close to me, is missing. If you have any information about him, please contact me. He is of middle height and average weight, brown hair and brown eyes, and would be French in nationality. He answers to the name of Grantaire.

He... he has a fondness for drink and may be in bars or possibly even drunk. No matter, he has been a good friend to me, and I am concerned for him. With everything that happens after dark here I have reason to fear the worst.

Please, if there is any information, contact me here.

Thank you for listening.

laurice

[When the video starts, Larry is leaning against a brick wall, breathing hard, and a dumpster is visible on his left. For the most part, he looks normal - orange jacket over a white shirt, and that shiny round orange pendant he still wears. However, his hair is a little messed up (more so than normal), and when he shifts his NV, you can see some dirt stains on the bottom of his shirt and his pants. Amazingly, he does not seem to be hurt, just a little winded and spooked. When he speaks, his voice is frantic and rises slightly in disbelief and outrage.]

I thought you wanted me back, Siren's Port! Did you just pull me back in here so people can throw rocks and trash at me?! C'mon, what'd I do this time?

[He shakes his head to clear it, and grits his teeth as if trying to recall something very, very important.]

Okay. Okay...can anyone tell me what's going on? I mean, with the people throwing stuff at me...'cause I think I can remember the rest. Like the Core, and powers, and those companies always at it, and...and...

[Larry perks up, stepping away from the wall and staggering slightly. He's quiet for a moment...until...]

Liese! I know I gave you my house when I left, but can I stay in it again like old times? I think I'm gonna need a place to hide while I figure out what to do next.

[Then he gasps, snapping the fingers of his free hand, and his jaw drops.]

...and worst of all, I can't believe I missed Valentine's Day! Man, talk about adding insult to injury!

angelify

[It's sunset. Raphael is perched on a telephone wire, watching people scurry about to get to their places of safety before sirens. Even though it's cold, he's dressed the same as ever, not seeming the least bit bothered by the temprature. He doesn't look at the camera as he muses.]

I wonder what he'd have to say about it. His own death.

I'm sure he'd be amused. I wonder though... would he have wanted to be buried? Cremated? Left out for birds to pick apart?

[He actually chuckles at that. It's a kind sound. Not the least bit bothered by the gorey nature of the last part.]

Goodbye, Undertaker. Rest in peace.

graceful_cutter

I am frightened. I do not want to lose my father.

topslug

It's been more than a year since I got here. To be honest, I completely forgot the date. It's not really the kind of thing that you remember, when you have other things on your mind-- like why you keep waking up on the same day. [ Sheepish smile. ]

I've met a lot of people this past year, and I've seen a lot of things. I could disappear from the Port any time-- maybe years from now, maybe tomorrow-- but I hope I get to remember everything, even if I do. Until that happens, I'll just have to keep moving forward. There's still a lot for me to learn.

[ Judging by the way Yako pauses, that seems to be all she has to say about that. A lot has changed, and though she isn't normally one to mark anniversaries, enough has happened in the past few days that she thinks it deserves noting. Instead of her office, she's making the post from her kitchen-- she hasn't left home just yet.

Absently, she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, moving it out of her face. ]

I've seen a couple of people post about Valentine's Day, and I know not everybody celebrates it, but... if anyone wants me to, I could show them how to make chocolate and bake some things. It won't be anything fancy, but a gift's always different if it's hand-made, right? I was just thinking of doing it at my house, but it might be easier if we could find a bigger kitchen to work in.

One more thing: if anyone's looking for a place to stay, we've got a couple of rooms we're looking to rent out. Contact me on my NV if you're interested.

wwelp

im fuckin dyin out here
not a the cold or cause i couldnt hold my owwn
thats not evven the beginnin a my problem
no
no wwhats krillin me here is loneliness
ivve been out here since forevver and not a single fuckin one a you havve bothered for so much as a howw are you eri
you holdin up alright
wwant a place to stay the day
do you need a hand in fightin those canadians for the greater good a evveryone eri
a course i dont but thats besides the point here
the point bein that if somethin other than my owwn loneliness was killin me it wwouldnt evven make a difference cause no one wwould knoww
cause its only me out here
evven jake left and i knoww wwe got along wwell enough
wwhatevver
figures this place is no different than anywwhere else
and here i wwas thinkin earth wwas supposed to be more hospitable or somethin

[ an ooc note: my apologies for any tags that might be coming days late; my net's been down and DW hasn't been loading. ]

icy_heavens

[Hey, Siren’s Port. Look who’s back. Hitsugaya doesn’t look much different, save for the new haircut and the scarf he’s got on with his captain’s uniform. You might not assume he’s been gone for more than a few days in his world. Though that assumption would be wrong.

[He waves his free hand dismissively to someone off screen, speaking to them dispassionately.] Unnecessary. I’ve been here before; I know how things work. Talk to someone who needs it.

[That being said, he addresses the network directly.] The time loop has been corrected, I hope?

For those that know me, I’m fine. And I do remember this place.

[[OOC: Forward-dated to about 8:30AM of the 7th – which lo and behold is actually the 7th! Here’s the tiny taichou, gone since what should have been Saturday, all nicely canon-updated for you.]]

Current Mood: calm

rapturescreed

[Raul actually found himself not minding the whole time line issue. There was something to be said for having the same thing to do every day, and a routine to follow through. He's at the Community Center this time, though.]

As we all know, it is once again February 2nd, 2012. At this point, we can clearly see that things are not going well. Yes, Newcomers have been able to fix some problems, but more problems have also been caused because of us.

We need to fix this. I know there are many of you out there who have been theorizing on ways to help fix the Core. It's time to get together and figure things out. I have contacted the Governor Townshed, and he has agreed to meet with a small group of Newcomers, so we can explain the situation to him.

[Pauses.] I, personally, do not believe we should help the Port for free. But I am asking for others to aid me in explaining to the governor what we need to do. And I can say now, those among us who have been trying to figure out a way to fix the Core? You will be needed, and soon.

If those who wish to help could start grouping at the Newcomer Community Center, we'll be going to the Governor's office before sirens.