[Dawn is barely even trying to tickle the sky awake, but that doesn't seem to be squashing the enthusiasm of that annoying kid who either delivers or abuses pastries for a living -it's difficult to tell at times. There he is, with the usual shit eating customer service grin, hair rustling in the chilly breeze and full of fat, half-melted snowflakes. They don't seem to be bothering him at all.]

Attention, everyone. I'm Hanamura Yosuke. Hello to anyone who is new. There's good news this morning! Due to the weather, the scones from yesterday couldn't be sold at the Funtom bakery. I've had to come up with ways to use them, so I thought I would share.

[It's probably not a good idea to leave a somewhat resentful teenager to his own devices in a place of business. Or so one would believe, given what follows.]

If you grind them up like cat litter, they unstick snow-stuck cars. They can also be used as paper weights, and nut crackers. Some of the children on the playground have used them for stick ball! Really, the uses are endless. So please take them away before someone tries to eat one and breaks a tooth again.

[That slightly sarcastic and generally mean spirited bit of "advertisement" aside, the kid suddenly grows serious.]

Ah...there is one more use for them that I came up with. Since I didn't have anyone to ask for a blessing, I think the direct route will have to do.

[And there, behind him in the snow as he turns and pans the camera out, is one last (and equally unfirtunate) demonstration. There's something written out, huge and painstakingly, all in blueberry scone. There's even a heart made of sprinkled dried cranberry around it, which has bloomed up like rose petals with the moisture of the snow:]

MARRY ME NILL

oedipus_complexxx

okay so i guess i should find out if anyone i know is here. does anyone know kojima mizuiro? thats me.

the last thing i remember was being in that hat and clogs guys shop. then i woke up here and i guess thats it so far. i dont even remember learning to speak english this well.

if theres anyone out there i know, im staying with the newcomer adjustment deputy supervisor guy but hes kinda weird.

like really weird. he gave me a room and my bed is a racecar. i dont think thats normal. or the way he keeps telling me to wash behind my ears.

how long do i have to stay with this guy anyway?

ochitashinigami

[Eric looks like he's lost weight. But, he looks content enough.]

No, I haven't been on the network for a little while. That's right.

I'm fine. I've just been spending some time at home.

[He flips it off.

He doesn't know a lot of people in the port, but he should at least explain his silence. With Alan there he has little interest in anything outside their apartment anyway.]

Current Mood: apathetic

laurice

[The feed switches on to Larry standing just outside his house with a frenzied look on his face. And that's not all. His hair is green (almost reminiscent of the time he was Jokerized last year), his eyes are aglow as if he were a lamp someone switched on, his lips are purple, and his cheeks are flaming red as if he had been kissed on both cheeks by the hottest woman he could ever imagine.

Oh, and when he speaks, you will have a nice view of that bright orange tongue. His voice is frantic and possibly a little ticked. Okay, pretty ticked.]

Niiiiick! Edgeyyyyy! Where are you guys?! You never come around to visit anymooooooore! We were supposed to have lunch that one time but it snowed and everything and c'mon, we gotta do something together!

Oh man, and I want orange juice and the saltiest popcorn I can find...and uh, I don't have any OJ in my fridge...hang on a sec...ummm...

[While still clutching his NV, he strides toward the nearest tree in the vicinity, opens his arms, and wraps them around the trunk. As he does so, his hair slowly fades back to its normal brown color, but of course, he doesn't notice. What he does notice is that his NV was open while he hugged that tree.]

...l-look, it's not what it looks like! I'm not a hippie or anything! [DEFENSIVE MUCH, LARRY?] I just...kinda had to do it...maybe it was the candy...

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.

nyaruko

[She's waited so very long to make sure that everyone was all better from that strange illness, isn't she the best? You do not know the depths of her patience to not afflict herself on everyone and attempt to cheer them up from their sickness with extravagant activities and gestures.]

Did anyone see the crop circle on the news? That looked so cool! I wonder who did that~ whoever it was is a really good artist. So hello, everyone! I'm Nyaruko Yasaka and I've been here for nearly a month now, and I hope everyone's feeling much better now!

First off, so I've been about and I was wondering about the job situations here~ Is anyone hiring? [And on a quick subject swerve...] I wanna be a bounty hunter! How do I sign up for that, anyway? And, and, and! So there's a festival these few days? [The block party, anyway.] Does anyone else want to go with?

Oh! And is anyone looking for a roommate? I've been seeing all those eviction notices lately and I'm not up yet, but it's either that or recruit people and I don't know that many people around here yet? Unless there are people who don't mind being recruits even if I don't know what the difference is between either of the notices...?

bloodyantivan

[The NV is focused on Zevran against a nondescript wall: off-white, cracked in places, but nothing distinctive. He smiles. He is dressed, as usual, in his light leather armor, though the daggers he typically carries on his back are not currently visible.]

So... it appears I am about to be evicted.

Does anyone have a little spare room for an elf of many skills? I don't mind sharing a bed. [That's accompanied by a wide, wide grin.]

icy_heavens

[When the feed comes on, it’s pretty clear it’s not on purpose. The screen is mostly looking up at the sky, though the corner of it seems to catch something made of ice. Just off screen, a pair of voices can be heard arguing.]

Get off me, stupid.

No. I like it here. You're comfy.

[An indignant huff.] Well, you're not. Move; I can't do anything like this.

You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and stay still. [Sounds of shuffling.] Is that better?

No. You know I hate that. I said get off, Bedwetter.

My bed's been dry for AGES!

Only because you've barely been in it the past two weeks. [A sound like there’s some sort of physical struggle going on.

[And then a thud.] Ow! Shirou-chan, you're being too rough!

[The feed cuts about here, perhaps fortunately.]

[[OOC: Forward-dated to early tomorrow morning because we are horrible people who can't wait. Friends and trolls everywhere come and embarrass them. Hinamori is purple, and Hitsugaya is green. Anyone who gets shown the ice scuplture will see this.]]

Current Mood: artistic

sequincy

[the video's on, but it's hard to tell, because all you can see right now is the inside of a pocket. Two voices, however, are coming in loud and clear.]

...think I'm going to let you intimidate me, you faggy little nobody? Let me set something straight for you, okay, you're a newcomer and a glorified dressmaker. I don't give a shit what you think you saw because it doesn't mean shit.

[and a calm, cool, familiar voice - ] What I saw was you using your powers to illegally charm my fellow female employees. I had wondered why I couldn't figure out your ability before. It only works on the opposite sex, doesn't it? Is that how you were able to convince Mdme. Depaul to sign Marées Bleues over to you?

The old biddy was old news, and old news gets moved over for new news. That's the way of the world. I saved this company. We have new contracts, a new lingerie line -

Then you admit it. [Uryuu's voice tightens.] You're despicable -

What I'm admitting is that this company is moving in a new direction with new, AGI funding, and our new backers don't like a lot of backtalk. It's something we have in common. [a chair squeaks back sharply, there's a rustle of movement -] So if you ever think of coming in here and talking to me like this ever again, piss bag, know that I've got big dogs on speed dial who'd love to use you as a squeaky toy -

[the video suddenly clears, as Uryuu pulls the NV to reveal the shocked expression of a a handsome thirty-something-year-old man with auburn hair and a business suit. A man currently gripping Uryuu's shirt collar. Said man looks has clearly become aware of the recording light.]

Would you... like to repeat that, Mr. Robles?

[he slowly grimaces and shoves Uryuu back, hissing between his teeth.] You're fired.

Good. Because I also quit. [the feed ends.

...and when it returns fifteen minutes later, Uryuu is standing outside, coldly smoothing his hair back into place and patting at his ruffled clothing.] I'll be taking solo commissions from now on. Inquire within.

ochitashinigami

[Eric appears on the screen, looking like death warmed over. He's been sick for days and he's tried to hide it. He can't anymore.]

I need to find somewhere to stay until I'm better. Please...

My uh... roommate isn't ill yet and I don't want him to get it.

Can someone take me?

And if you know him, don't tell him.

[He flips it off and waits for a reply.]

Current Mood: sick

whycantistay

[Normally Fred isn't one to post about every bodily function she has, but this just doesn't feel right. And part of her is still frightened Illyria will come back, take her away again. She's leaning on the counter and looking at the camera, looking like she's about to pass out.]

Something doesn't feel right. [She's slow and sluggish. It's not full blown, but she feels like she's battling some monster flu.]

I don't-- I don't think it's Illyria. [Castiel rid her of the demon god, but there's still worry, panic.] I don't often get sick, but-- I don't know.

[She should ask more, maybe get some medication from the hospital, ask McCoy, talk to Lucifer or Michael. But words don't get out before she drops off camera and the screen just points up.]

momchester

[Mary's going with voice, because she's too angry, confused, and scared to let the Network see her face.]

Does anyone else have the feeling like they're missing something?

I know I am. I keep noticing things that don't make sense- people say strange things to me or-

-There's something I'm forgetting. There has to be. Nothing else makes sense. There are weapons all over my apartment, I used to Greet at night in the Darkness, people know things about me that don't make sense, and the more I think about it the less I understand.

[This, coming from someone who was there pulling people out of the Towers rubble, who helped the night the sirens didn't sound, who talked about vampire killing in public threads. The state of Denmark isn't just rotten, it reeks.]

Can someone please teach me how to use this gun? I own four holsters and three guns and I don't know how to use any of it. There are boxes of bullets in my kitchen.

I don't know what's happening to me.

stabilimentum

[Well. There's not much to say, really. The recent string of deaths and disappearances has been strategically beneficial for Claude Faustus. Even so, he wonders how much is too much for the fragile humans he's shepherd to on a daily basis. Their minds are so easily broken when it's most inconvenient. It's hard out here for a demon.

No time for a grand production today. Just a few lines of text.]

Pyrrhic victory. Your thoughts? Is it 'better' to be defeated outright? Be as subjective as you wish.

[And for everyone else with shorter attention spans--]

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[It's a bird.]

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]

((OOC: Double post with

acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

hejhej

[It's very rare that Lisbeth asks other people's opinion, but it was crunch time for the last thing she needed to find for her alias.]

Anyone know a good place to get a wig? Human hair, ideally.

[Her cursor blinks in place for a minute before she continues typing.]

Also does anyone have a regular egg? [It was a long shot.] That little brat took my only daily protein.

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on a white little paw pulls back from the camera, showing a rather pleased looking Kyubey (well, as pleased as he always seemed to look), curled around a Pillsbury cookie dough container. Held between his paws it seems as if he's chewed the top of the wrapper off, one paw dirtied with cookie dough that he's certainly been licking it off from. He seems to be outside, laying in a patch of clover.]}

How many of you believe in the concept of luck?

_{[He seems to pause to try and fish out more dough, licking it from his paw once he succeeds.]}

The shamrock is a symbol of luck and has been for countless centuries.

_{[And he seems to release the container out of his grasp only to sit up, shake himself off and paw at the ground, plucking a rather large shamrock with four leaves (how lucky) out with tiny little teeth. Sitting back on his hind legs he takes it between his paws, ear twitching slightly.]}

People are superstitious and believe things will bring them luck, just like this shamrock. But it's nothing more than a plant. It isn't special at all in that regard. _{[And just for good measure he pops it past his unmoving little mouth, chewing and swallowing it with a tiny gulp.]}

Luck itself doesn't exist. Everything that happens in the Universe is based on various measures of chance and probability and the interaction between various causes and effects. Even so, people still choose to believe in such primitive concepts. It makes them feel better, I guess.

Even so, who feels lucky today? What is it like to feel lucky? Would you feel lucky if you had the chance to have any wish of yours fulfilled? Because I can do that. Almost any wish at all and I can grant it. Would you like me to?

Do you feel lucky now?

_{[ooc: Permission's Post!]}

worldhaditsway

[HEY. Remember when Christina first got here and she was completely batshit insane and a few months later, she started evening out a little and acting semi-normal? Those were some good times.

Right now, she's sitting in front of her NV, looking coldly murderous. This is as angry as Christina's ever been since she destroyed Point Pleasant. Despite her fury, she's clearly been crying, but is trying to pretend she hasn't with teeth-gritted, wild-eyed fury.

Big, epic speeches aren't really a thing when you're shaking with rage, but Castiel already covered the murdering aspect, so she needs something else to get her disapproval across, but she still keeps it short and simple. Crowley may not have been overly compassionate, but he was genuine. Didn't lie to her, didn't spare her feelings, wasn't interested in her powers. Ambivalence in a sea of blind love and utter betrayal and hatred was a welcome alternative.]

A demon died the other night, but that's okay, because he wasn't a person, right?

If I find out that whoever killed him decided he needed to be put down because of what he is, then I'll show them what Hell really looks like. You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.

[She laughs- it's bitter and lacking humor.] It's funny. I actually believed for a second that the people in this town were tolerant.

mighty_pirate

[video]

[The NV is focused on the face of a blond teenager dressed in 17th century clothing, who is clutching the device and frowning, turning the camera about and jostling it. A brief shot of his belt comes up, and he seems have what some may recognize as the Sector Four merchants' stolen inventory tucked into his trousers.]

So, do I just talk into this thing?

Hello! Testing! One! Two! Save the whales!

[More jostling and he finally decides the device is indeed working. He is looking down into it.]

Hello, Siren's Port! I'm Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate!

I uh....I like your city! It's neat.

[He laughs nervously.]

Kinda terrifying, but neat.

I can’t stick around, though, I have piratey business to attend to. You guys can help! I’ll need a fine crew to help me find a way off this creepy island! I have a plan and it should work but it involves some twine, two clock radios, the biggest mirror in Siren’s Port™ aaannnd...

[He taps the side of his head thoughtfully]

...a diversion consisting of monkeys and fireworks.

[A small grin]

So, c'mon, men, let's help me get out of here in time for dinner! Please? I can pay you with all the booty on my ship! …Which is probably at the bottom of the ocean by now…

[exasperated sigh]

needtobecleaned

[It's a blue eyed KOS-MOS today, looking a bit sad. The image changed from her, to a map. The map is clearly marked Rennes le Château and it only remains on screen for a moment before it switches back to the blue haired woman.]

It's a bit silly. I have tried to deny it but I cannot any longer. This planet is Lost Jerusalem, now called Earth. Strange how a name can change over the course of five thousand years. Rennes le Château was a simple floating landmass in my time. I was forced to use my Phase Transfer Cannon to gain access before it was reduced to Planck Scale.

[Still looking a bit sad. Mary isn't going to get over this for awhile.]

There are rumors in my time that Mary Magdalene was buried there.

[Except not rumors. She knows exactly where she was buried.]

In any case, that's not the reason for this. I was actually somewhat curious as to who I would speak to about becoming a Greeter. Since I don't require sleep or nourishment, I have much more time than any one else. It's not because I lack funds, but because I have more time on my hands than I care for. Yeshu may not appreciate the decrease in time spent with him but he seems quite at home with the House, already.

[A short pause and then:]

For those who do not know me, I am KOS-MOS. Should you require any assistance after sirens, please call on me.

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.