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Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

asano_san

Hey, everyone out there, my friend from home needs a job. Kojima Mizuiro. He got here last month and he hasn't found one yet.

He's-

He's-

[This next part is really hard to admit.

But getting Mizuiro a job is more important. Someone just experienced the sticker shock of paying rent for the first time after his discount for living with a greeter disappeared along with the greeter.

That doesn't make Keigo any less visibly sad when he says it.]

He's really popular with women. He'll probably bring them into your business.

I know someone out there must want to hire him! Tell me and I'll send him to you. As soon as you can!

symmachy

[since bruce left, someone has been neglectful of her feeding schedule. this has probably been a mistake. no--this has definitely been a mistake.

she's sitting on some roof, legs dangling off the ledge. some monster behind her is wheezing, gurgling in its own blood. there's a claymore sticking out of its body, and from how close the hilt is to its skin, it's safe to assume that the blade is stuck into the concrete of the building, pinning the creature to the roof. scathach seems completely unconcerned with its obvious state of suffering.

it isn't raining right now, but she has clearly been in it since her clothes and hair are sticking to her. and is it you, or does her skin look a little too pale and as if it's been stretched over her skull a little too tight? no, it isn't just you.]

It's funny. [a beat passes before she recalls that she should probably explain what is funny.] There's never before been a prison that was able to hold me.

[these words feel so familiar, though she can't place why. memories from the place before here swirl around, indistinct, full of faces without names. it's frustrating.]

Ten thousand years, and not one until this place. [a longer pause. she turns to reach behind her with her free hand, grabs the hilt of the sword and with a fluid movement, yanks it out of the monster. it yelps, she gives an almost careless stab at its throat. silence. there isn't a speck of blood on her after she withdraws her blade again. there's the slightest frown on her face.]

I changed my mind. It isn't funny.

[sword and comm still in her hands, she slides off the building towards the ground, however many storeys below her. the feed cuts as she falls. don't worry, she'll land. she just doesn't want you to see it because she's a sulky drama queen.]

integra_hellsing

[ When Integra appears over the NV, she does not at all look pleased. If anything, quite the opposite. ]

What a horrible few weeks we have all seemed to have here. Between sickness and the Darkness... [ She shakes her head, frowning. ] I hope that everyone has remained safe.

Regardless of this... tell me, is anyone here in college? Or, rather, is there any sort of university available that is fairly close by? It would seem that I am missing paper work. I believe it would be in my benefit to return to school... at least, for now.

Speaking of which, Walter -- if you are watching this, I will need to speak with you.

For the rest of you, if anyone could give me details; prices per course, locations... I would truly appreciate it.

[ PRIVATE; Filtered to Soma ]

Mr. Cruz, you and I have yet to truly meet in person, and I believe that a meeting should be in order. I've got a few things I would like to chat with you about, if you don't mind.

mentors

[Angeal has found himself stationed at Winther's Lake in the late afternoon, where the ducks have already overrun the pond and surrounding area. This can't bode well for the ecosystem around here, but Angeal has a feeling that the Darkness is well... going to end up taking care of it. Not if he can help it of course, he will try.]

So by now, I'm sure most of you have heard about the ducks. If you haven't... Well, we have a bit of a problem.

[He slides his NV over to the lake, which is filled with ducks. Most of them are small baby ducklings as mentioned in the news, and on the grass around the lake Angeal is out with some volunteers, building and darkness proofing some duck houses.]

We're in need of some volunteers to help build these, if you have the time. The current ones won't hold the new influx of them. We would really appreciate it. If you still have some ducks of your own and want to hang on to them too, I can give you a crash course on what they and where you can find the supplies. They are pretty easy to take care of while they are young like this.

[He gives the NV a broad smile before ending the feed. Come down and build some duck houses y/n?]

showbizpanache

[Here's Kurt, looking much healthier than before, though still a bit scrawny and pale from the illness. His attitude is bright and cheery, though, and he offers a big smile.]

Hello everyone! I hope you're all feeling better. This is my obligatory 'checking-in' entry-- Please let me know how you're all doing, if you can spare a moment. Things really have been insane lately, and not even in the interesting reality t.v. way. [Clears his throat.]

Which brings me to my second point. As Mr. Creed previously announced, the NPP Block Party is taking place this coming weekend. So many people are stepping in to help, and I want to thank each and every one of you. It's not to late to sign up, though, if anyone else wishes to promote their business or offer a hand.

[He clasps his hands together and looks hopeful.] I sort of see this festival as an opportunity for the Newcomer community to come together and kind of...prove our worth here in the Port, if that makes sense. Maybe it'll help resolve some of the tension between us and the other citizens, if we can mingle and celebrate together--and even if it doesn't, it'll still be fun.

Feel free to approach me or Mr. Creed with any questions you may have. I hope to see you all there!

mentors

[Angeal is stricken, which is honestly not surprising. He's managed to keep it together though the night after getting the call. A man of war, you often just forgo feelings when it is convenient to in order to push though, a strategy almost recommended if one wants to survive.

He's letting himself have that moment of letting all those emotions escape now, back in the safety of his home. It's a half hour or so before noon, and when he reaches for his NV to make a call. Which mean,s unfortunately, you don't have a very good view in this post, except for one moment where he pulls the NV to him, and two of the exact same sword can be seen over his shoulder. One charred, plastic melted onto it, and the other in pristine condition.

He doesn't feel like he can carry either of them.]

I need to plan a funeral.

[A long pause, and his voice is clearly restrained.] And I think we need to investigate.

[No, he doesn't know that his NV is on for everyone to see. Feel free to tell him.]

controllingluck

[The girl looks upset, or as upset as she allowed herself to be on video. She was leaning back into a headboard of a motel bed, hair down and flattish, not as well kept as normal. The tail of a dog can be seen on the bed near her, but otherwise her pets weren’t too near.]

[She had her laptop style NV sitting on the bed before her, so she was on screen in full, cross legged. Leaning back into the wall she ran a hand over her forehead before beginning.]

Two years, three months and twenty one days. [her voice sounded flat] That’s how long I have been here. Killed once, thank you Sylar, and wounded countless times. Lost my apartment to an explosion and have been apartment hunting, but that just fell through as well. They don’t want me there anymore so... so much for that.

Why? [Her fist balled up, eyes narrowed more] Because people are assholes. [wait, what, did she just say that? Yeah, she has a lot of hidden anger lately]

I’m tired of this city. I’m tired of everyone I know going home and leaving me behind. I quit. Write this off as mad or whiny, but I quit. Will--[she choked on her words for a moment, pausing to rub her hands over her eyes before pushing them out.] Will’s gone now as well.

I know it’s selfish, but damn it sometimes I wish I was the one that got to abandon everyone first!

[she leaned forward again, eyes watering and angry] So that’s what I’m going to do. Please don’t ask me for anything for a little bit. I quit.

[the feed shuts off. She’s a bit affected by a few things actually, and it’s all coming off into this video...]

deathknellgrell

Hello darlings~♥

I've got something to show yooooooooooooou~!

[ The camera image jiggles as it's set into position. Grell steps back and poses: hands on his hips, back arched, hair thrown back, and face...

Well. His face looks completely and utterly maniacal. Which is to say - he looks the same as he always does. Even his attire - a smart black suit, custom-designed and hand-tailored by Ishida Uryuu - is entirely unremarkable. ]

You all know me as a grim reaper who's super c~u~t~e ☆

But look at me now...

Reaper star power! Make-up!

[ Grell flings his arms out to his sides and twirls. There's a flash of gold light. His clothes disappear.

(Fortunately for everyone, he's got his back to the camera at this point!)

Rings of light surround his body and sweep upwards, leaving behind an entirely different outfit. ]

I'm a pretty mini-skirted soldier of justice and loooooooooooooove~!

[ Though Grell's tastes typically tend towards the terrifying, the persona he's presenting right now couldn't be more adorable. Even his voice has lost its usual roughness; it's pitched high and sweet. ]

I'm a magical girl!

♥

[ He blows a kiss towards the camera. The feed ends! ]

southernreaper

[Kevin looks a bit sheepish. Below the feed there comes a soft yipping and a pitiful whining. Kevin just sighs and ignores her. He's holding a very mangled pair of socks. There are a few beads missing and one of the tassels looks... damp.]

I dunno where she went through t'someone's house, but m'dog got 'hold o' someone's socks. If'n they's someone's, I'll replace 'em.

[Kevin... just looks embarrassed. Really Mimsy? REALLY?

She just looks extremely happy to look at the socks. SHARE THE SOCKS DADDY.]

soldierfirst

[A short, simple post pings the Network about an hour before evening sirens.]

It seems that this world is eager to claim a holiday or celebration for every little thing. Is there then one for remembrance of those lost? It is a strange question, I know, but it is sometimes more expedient to simply ask. |

[For anyone who might be out and about this evening, Sephiroth is wandering among the markers at the Newcomer Memorial, giving most of them at least a casual regard but spending the bulk of his time at one or two in particular.]

discretion

[The text appears handwritten on those NVs that can process it as such: elegant, slightly stylized, beautiful.]

Another birthday come and gone. It's difficult to believe.

At times like this it's hard not to look backward at all of the things you have left behind coming here, to be buried in bittersweet thoughts of what could have been.

For new arrivals, I know it must be difficult to face. There is a great deal of help out here at the Newcomer Community Center, but the best advice I can give is to put one foot in front of the other. In August, I will have lived in Siren's Port for two years.

I consider it my home now. I know for some it will never be home, and I understand why that is. But I hope if it cannot be your home, that we newcomers can still become your second family. The company is what makes this city bearable.

Take care, my friends. My family.

showbizpanache

[Kurt has been off for quite a while now--so it seems as though nothing has changed, not really. When he starts to speak though, it's in this falsely smooth, oddly controlled tone of voice. His face is very pale.]

Recently, Blaine made a post about a movement from our home called It Gets Better. To reiterate, it's a way in our world for people to reach out to one another via the Internet to share experiences and assist in the prevention of suicide for LGBT youths. I'm pleased to inform you all that he and I are establishing a similar program here in the Port, hereby named the Out of the Darkness Project.

[He presses his lips together for a moment.] If anyone would like to share their experiences with finding light in dark times--whether here or at home, and for any audience, LGBT or otherwise--please send your videos, texts, and audio posts to me or Blaine Anderson. One of us will broadcast it for you. Hopefully this increased communication between Newcomers will assist with the day-to-day tribulations of living in the Port.

That said, I... [A deep breath.] I'd like to add something else to this. I've been considering creating a support group of sorts for those who have lost people here in the Port, to the Darkness or otherwise. I'm not a therapist by any means, but just to have a group of people with similar experiences to confide in... I think it would be beneficial for a lot of us. I was thinking the Newcomer Memorial might be a nice place to hold meetings. If anyone is interested or has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.

[Pause.]

The Darkness is... It's a lot of things. I'm aware of its origin, literally, but... I sort of think of it as the opposite of It Gets Better. It's everything in the world that no one can escape, those evil things that happen to good people, the absence of light and hope. It can't ever go away, but we can choose to live above it. So please, if you can...consider making a video to contribute to our project. We all have our differences, but when you break it down, we are all in this mess together. Let's start acting like it.

Thank you for your time.

( Filtered to the Glee kids )

showbizpanache

If anyone has seen or heard anything from Blaine Anderson please let me know. He has been missing for more than a day now.

He hasn't gone home; I know that for sure. I've attached a photo of him for those who haven't previously met him.

Here. His hair is black and curly and he's about 5'7" in height. He was wearing a red Ralph Lauren sweater and cropped jeans.

Thank you.

ex_chocoboing98

[Honking sounds in the background, the soft purr of an engine muffles most of them though.]

... What's the likelihood of an accident occurring at the same time two days in a row?

...

[Sighs, turns off the engine and mumbles:] I'm gonna be late again.

soldierfirst

All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

[Thursday evening and the feed opens with the quiet recitation, the camera angled in a way that it captures Sephiroth's shoulder and his profile as he looks out one of the second floor windows in the house he shares with his friends. He's not paying particular attention to the broadcast save for his words being directed at it; it's simply become a habit to use the video function when addressing the network.]

A fitting bit of verse for the weather, perhaps. [And perhaps for his mood of late, though few would be allowed the privilege of seeing such. He is, as ever, the General, presenting a quiet, composed front because that's what he does.]

I've heard a few people bemoaning winter and its habits. It's a bit novel in its extremity; snow certainly isn't unfamiliar to me, but in Midgar there was rarely an extreme of any type of weather. I suppose as an island the Port is lucky, for the fact that if necessary, snow can be brought to the sea.

How are those in the Towers fairing? I am not the only one who has volunteered to teach arrivals to defend themselves if they may need it, and I invite those interested to speak here. I am certain that one of us will be able to coordinate with you for lessons.

[He leans forward to cut the feed -- which is largely what happens, save for a private message sent to a certain doctor.]

[Private to Daedalus Yumeno]

Doctor Yumeno, I wish to proceed with what we had discussed.

[ooc: also, if I have missed anything you wanted to continue that's still on LJ, give me a poke about it. I'll admit to not checking in over there because it's become unreadable and hard to load, but I'd love to continue on this host once the import goes through.]