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[Video is dangerous. So is audio. Something as small as the bouncing of his voice or a flicker of light could be used to find him, and he can't be found.

There's a bounty on his head, apparently. A big one. He's still shaky, still sick from the days or weeks or months he spent in that closed room, hurting and hurting and hurting a hundred thousand times more than he's ever hurt in his life; he physically can't take any more, regardless of the fact that the torture wasn't in his body. He could feel his heart fluttering in a rapid death-march towards the end of it. Chakra gone, almost at his limit. He's lucky he isn't dead, really.

Or worse. For a few days he was a shell, immobile, completely hollow; no thoughts but the ghost imprint of torment.]

I hurt a lot of people last month.

[And isn't that an understatement? The port feels more like a prison camp than a city, from what little he's seen. He knows with absolute certainty that it's his fault.]

If anyone is still willing to correspond with me, I would like to know what I've missed.

[So many people gone. Hushed rumors. No new arrivals at the baseball field. The silence feels like the calm before a storm.

His fingers hover over the keys for a minute, but he can't think of anything else to say. The transmission ends.]

watchmesoar

[A handsome man with no shirt and rather large white feathered angel wings appears on the screen. He flashes a matinee idol smile.]

Hello everyone.

I haven't been on the network much. I've been... not well... [He flashes his smile again, as if to distract from the words.] But, I want to learn more about this place and this... network.

So Siren's Port! My name is Warren. I'm a bit of a newcomer still, just looking to meet people and break some monotony, you know?

Please, introduce yourself. I'd like to meet you.

[Video ends.]

bondsoflove

[Blood. Shouting. The crackling of electricity, sparks falling in showers, illuminating sharp silhouettes, flashbulb moments of action. Fire, someone shouts. Bang, and a blast of light. Bang. Blackness.

Blue flickering light and a pale, blood-spattered face. The mouth splits into a dangerous, manic grin.]

Two down, Warsman.

[Suddenly, the light goes out. Sasuke's head whips over his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock.

The feed dies.]

[[OOC: Please feel free to respond! Sasuke's probably not going to answer you just yet, but dead messages and earlier-in-the-day action logs, reactions, etc are all welcome. ♥]]

upstairsbrain

D'you ever wonder about... memories? [ He sounds tired, likely purposefully vague. Distant. ] When we go home, we don't remember being here at all. But, are the memories gone, or are they locked away? Sort of... latent, itching to be remembered?

[ Itching. And the memories of being without his soul are still barred, but he's been having little flashes of... something. They're painful, and have been getting worse as they become more frequent.

Then, in a mutter: ] Maybe we shouldn't know. Could be dangerous.

asano_san

[During his time in Siren's Port, Keigo has come to the network crying over various slights both real and imagined, been coerced through blackmail and magical Halloween costumes into declaring horribly embarrassing things, and spent more time shouting into his NV than is generally advisable.

But today - today is a good day!]

Guess what? I have a date!

[A slight pause.]

With a girl!

[Another slight pause.]

My age!

[He waits for the congratulations to come pouring in.]

((OOC: Date and girl are real, but NPC, because nobody really wants to subject their character to a romance with Keigo. Disbelief, however, is expected and highly welcome.))

bondsoflove

[Filtered from Warsman.]

When I lived in Konoha, Valentine's Day consisted of every girl I knew bombarding me with crappy homemade chocolate that tasted more like wax. Boys were supposed to reciprocate with something of equal or greater value a month later, on White Day. I never did, though--for one thing, I'd have been broke, and for another I never returned the interest.

[If you look closely, his face has a little more color than usual, and he's avoiding looking directly into the camera. His voice is low, too, a little secretive--and on closer inspection, it becomes clear that he is hiding out in a supply closet. A posh one, though; even the closets at the Uzushio are high end.]

This is stupid. [Grumbled. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling nervously; he looks back at the camera and actually makes visual contact this time, resigned. Unhappy. Embarrassed.

But still resigned. He really doesn't have much choice, here.]

I've never done this before. [And he wouldn't be doing it at all, but he has this strange, squirming feeling somewhere in his stomach that Warsman would absolutely love it--that's enough for him to push past his hang-ups.] I don't want to make it seem like I'm trying to be the woman or anything, but--should I make him chocolate anyway?

[Augh. The words coming out of his mouth make him want to pull out his own hair.] I don't even know if he likes chocolate.

blackmoonrising

[Here’s the interior of Ichigo’s apartment; it’s late afternoon, the window is open to let a breeze (and a dragon) in, he’s sitting at his table with a cup of something in shot, you can see the dark head of his roommate beyond curled up on the sofa reading something, and besides him sits Hiccup. Both boys look thoroughly nonplussed. Ichigo gives the camera a flat look.]

I swear if anyone laughs about this I don’t care who they are I am kicking their ass.

You know, I'm a little torn between holding you back and letting you go ahead.

[Hiccup sighs, rubbing the side of his face before letting his hand drop back down.]

I'm also wondering if this is really a normal punishment for being late to classes.

Hell no, they just landed us with this damn chore ‘cause we’re Newcomers and they need to fill a quota or something. Screw this, I don’t give a crap about Valentine’s Day. It’s a girls’ holiday.

[You can hear the disdain dripping off him. Hiccup glances at all of the pink and red scattered across his lap and on the floor. He picks up a lacy heart, eying it warily. Toothless pokes his head over the both of them, sniffing curiously.]

Eugh. Yeah, no kidding... It feels that way for the girls here, anyway.

[At this point Rukia sighs in the background, grabs a rejected, lopsided heart, crumples it up and throws it at Ichigo's head.]

Don't be so childish. You're performing a service for your classmates and creating a more romantic atmosphere. That's perfectly appropriate for a dance such as this.

[She knows this because of the manga she's reading. Ichigo, however, is less than impressed by this reasoning, especially as the crumpled paper heart bounces off his head and lands smartly in his cup of cocoa with a ‘plop’. He fishes it out with an annoyed scowl, getting to his feet and turning to look at his assailant.]

Do we look like we know how to decorate a Valentines’ Dance, Rukia?

That's no excuse for doing a poor job. [Primly.]

That’s not the-

[Intruding into this scene of domestic bliss are a pair of breasts. Covered in an orange jacket and attached to a grinning woman, but fabulous nonetheless.

Also, they're pressed against the side of Ichigo's head for some reason.

For his part, he takes it rather well-]

UWAAAAA!

[-By falling on his ass and managing to stutter out:]

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WI- Yoruichi-san?!

Yo, Ichigo. Your window's open.

[ooc: Ichigo, Hiccup, Rukia, Yoruichi. ]

empathetics

I was wondering if anyone knows of any open working positions at the university?

[This is asked in a flat tone, with Jasper occasionally glancing off screen. Work is just a mundane human task that he really has no interest in whatsoever, but since he is stuck as a mundane human, why not give it a try?

Plus, as a certain pixie-like wife pointed out, they need to make money for food somehow.]

I definitely have enough degrees to be put to use. So there's no worry over qualifications.

summing_it_up

[Oh hey, it's Hiccup. 'Sup. It looks like he's partially distracted, but he glances over at the NV.]

So. I know it's late, and not many people care, but...I've been thinking. And yeah, lots of people think stuff, that's nothing new. [He pauses, looking down at something for a moment.] But...this one's kinda, I dunno, important? Because...I totally missed the actual anniversary date of my arrival– well, re-arrival. Here.

[Pause. A glance back at the device.]

Which wasn't a fun day, by the way...

[As he trails off, he looks down again, squinting this time.]

...Roll out your dough. Make sure you set oven to 400 degrees.

[It's at this point that a large black shape obstructs the screen, fogging it up with a snort before the whole thing shudders. When Toothless pulls his head back, the camera's been compromised, now showing more of the counter where Hiccup works with...pizza dough?]

Hey, Toothless– [Hiccup snorts, shaking his head as he continues reading:] Flatten to...edges of the pan–

[The dragon looks from Hiccup to the blobby substance on the tray, then pulls himself up so he can set down both fore~~paws~~claws on the thing.

The boy gapes, staring at the now-flattened dough before looking at his dragon buddy.]

...I really hope your hands were clean.

[Blinking large green eyes, Toothless peers down at his paws, lifting them (and revealing slightly dingy, doughy clawprints). He immediately slips them back past the edge of the table, looking at Hiccup as his mouth quirks to one side in that awkward, gummy smile of his.

After they maintain this silence for a bit, Hiccup gives a resigned sigh.]

Eh, this wouldn't be the worst thing I've eaten.

bondsoflove

[There's the sound of wind blowing, and the faint howls of darkness creatures in the distance, but Sasuke is tucked into a corner on a rooftop--sheltered for the time being. In a moment, he'll get back to patrolling as the masked Kirin, but for now, something has been bothering him for close to a week. So he takes a breath and addresses the network in a low murmur.

Maybe they can give him some answers.]

What does "family" mean to you?

lovedbyflowers

[Labrador laughs as the video turns on because the new plants he'd brought ~~with Frau's money~~ not long ago are coiled round him lovingly. This is nothing new to him though as this happens on a daily basis back home as well!]

Ahahaha~ That's ticklish! Now, now, children, quiet down a bit, Daddy has something important to do.

[And like good children, the plants leave him alone for a moment and he smiles brightly at the camera.]

Ah, good day, fellow residents of Siren's Port! I was wondering if anyone could help me. I arrived here not long ago so there are still many things I'm unfamiliar with. Anyway, I was informed that I would need to get a job here. Does anyone know how I should go about doing so or have any recommendations?

Frau says I should get a job in the agricultural district and that does sound interesting to me, but I want to know what other options there are. I'm a Bishop back home but I'm also a gardener, herbalist, healer and a bit of a chemist. I'd be most interested in any work that has to do with plants.

[Then he's distracted for a moment as he seems to hear something. He turns to the nearest potted plant.]

Mn? What is it, my child? Oh, I'll water you after I've finished this. Please be patient. [Did he just communicate with that plant?]

Sorry about that these children are quite a handful! Anyway, I would most appreciate any help on this matter. Thank you and may God bless you all.

the_dead_pool2

[See Deadpool sitting beside a fire in an old looking room, with a fancy chair. There is some classical music playing, some few may recognize it from Masterpiece theatre He sits with a pipe in hand, his mask lifted enough to draw a bit of smoke from it, and puff it out.]

Friends, today I ask a simple question. Before I do, I would advise all those under the age of seventeen to turn off your NVs, or otherwise disregard this information.

( Mentions of mature subject matter below )

Current Music: Rondeau by Jean Joseph Mouret

forzare

[ The NV’s feed is a little shaky, considering Harry is trying to make a record of his exploits single-handedly while the other hand is busy hefting a rather large, rather expensive looking bottle of foreign whiskey. Looks like some guys make out with all the luck, especially after that week long leap into the past.

Beyond his hand and the bottle, there is the battered door of his (and John’s) newly bought, somewhat-renovated house. There is a rickety porch, a patched doorframe, and some obnoxiously orange paint. The feed focuses on all of that for a moment, and then the image is joined by the sound of his voice as it comes filtering through. ]

-- I mean, they christen boats, why not with a house? What am I going to call you? The Good Ship Marmalade? Das Orange Haus? Stumble Inn? Ooh, I like that one. Stumble Inn. I dub thee: Stumble Inn--! [ The NV gives a rather excitable wiggle as Harry cocks his other arm back, clearly prepared to smash the bottle all over the front door. What a loss of good alcohol.

Which, apparently, is just what his roommate thinks. In a matter of moments, the slight wiggle of the NV turns into a jarring motion, a tangle of limbs and the sudden appearance of another figure. Harry has to clamber to his feet, and the NV does a very good impression of Cloverfield as he does so. John’s voice (muted, but clearly irritated) rises over Harry’s aimless protests. The NV rounds on him in turn (je accuse!), after John has rescued the poor bottle of whiskey from a meaningless fate and is currently gingerly cradling it in his hands. Thank god someone has sense. ]

-- waste of good whiskey that we could be drinking instead.

Gee, I honestly didn’t know you were such a connoisseur.

This is a single-malt Highland Park imported onto the island and you want to smash it into the door?

I’m sorry, is this against the rules and bylaws of the country club? Is it giving you a case of the vapors?

I miss the days when I was allowed to shoot you.

Scumbag.

Firestarter. And also, you've sent your personal recording to the Network.

[ It’s John who reaches out and appropriates Harry’s NV, looking sternly into the camera. He looks very put-together for a man who just bodily tackled a six-foot-nine wizard. ] I apologize for my associate’s brash actions. I won’t leave him in possession of good alcohol again. Have a good evening, all.

[[OOC: As usual, blue is Harry, green is John and they'll be answering posts separately.]]

bondsoflove

[Sasuke is outside, shoulders tense, in a coat too thin for the weather with circles under his eyes. His eyes are dark, but narrowed in anger, muted by a shade of hopelessness.]

I paid my rent two months in advance.

[There is a flash of red. His mouth twitches into a snarl.] My bank account is frozen and the landlord of my apartment changed the locks. I don't care about my stuff, but I want access to my money and I need somewhere to sleep.

bondsoflove

Whoever gave me these--

[He holds up a pair of mittens, a hat, and a scarf, along with a note.]

--can go fuck themselves.

[Hackable filter to Warsman and Ella.]

You were doing some kind of charity drive? [He puts down the mittens and lifts up a stack of gift cards to various places.] I'm not going to use most of these.

Oh, and Warsman, thanks for the earmuffs.

icy_heavens

[Attention, Siren's Port. On this unseasonably warm winter morning, Hitsugaya has a very important announcement to make.]

I hate this city.

[We now return you to your regularly scheduled Christmas cheer.]

Current Mood: cranky

lovedbyflowers

[The feed shows a closeup of one violet eye before zooming back a bit to show a rather fuzzy image of purple hair as Labrador tries to make sense of how to use his NV.]

Are you sure this is now I use this, flowers?

[The camera finally focuses on him, showing him sitting on the ground besides some wildflowers by a roadside. He's in his casual clothes, dressed all in black with a coat that has a furry collar and cuffs.]

Is it working now then...? Oh! [He smiles brightly at the camera.] Hello, can anyone hear me. I just got here and I'm afraid I'm a little lost. The flowers tell me I'm in a city called Siren's Port...? They also say something about me being pulled here.... and that this is another world... Is that right?

More importantly though, I was with a friend before I ended up here. Has anyone seen him? He's around 6 feet tall with short reddish brown hair, warm brown eyes and he wears glasses. His name is Castor.

Or perhaps Frau is here? He's over 6 feet tall with blond spiky hair, blue eyes and well, extremely childish and a pervert. [He's silent for a moment as the flowers whisper to him.] Oh, is that so? He is here then, is he? Then I must apologize to everyone for any trouble Frau has caused so far. I'll keep an eye on him from now on.

And Frau, I know you can hear me. Come fetch me. It's freezing out here, you know.

upstairsbrain

I'm doing some research. [ SURPRISE. ] ... So, uh, if you don't mind, I was wondering. How many people here've gone home for a while and come back? And how many came back, but didn't remember being here before?

I think it'd be interesting to figure out the numbers, if someone hasn't done it already. If it's already been looked into, let me know.

princeofpictionary

[ 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.

aslandish

Life is balance.

From the deepest darkness, a world of light was brought forth -- sometimes with words, at other times with song -- and since that moment, the forces of both Light and Darkness have clashed in various times and places.

In the midst of such trials, there are times we lose sight of that which is most precious.

I would encourage you all to cleave to that which you hold dear and remember the purpose for which you stand.

[Action]

[ Disturbed as he rarely is, Aslan wanders the decaying streets, clearing particularly infested areas of the creatures that roam the Darkness. His inner light repels the city's miasma, a golden beacon that illuminates the night.

Any who dare to venture out into the Darkness are welcome to join him at any time. ]

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! Also, for those of you who want to run into Aslan, just list the Sector and general time in the subject line! ]