hostage: (communicating ☣)
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Not dead and I'll be home soon, no big deal.

Just some stitches and whatever.

And no I don't remember anything.


[All in reference to the news.]
freeholding: John Marcone, a quietly unhappy set to his face. (old money)
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[To say that John sounds weary is an understatement. It's been a long few days since his roommate decided to pick a fight with Castiel and found himself hideously outmatched. Keeping Dresden alive without the aid of a hospital has been difficult.]

I have been too busy to watch the network-- has someone put down the insane self-styled god yet? I ask merely out of curiosity.

... There are times when I miss the days when I didn't have to ask questions like that. [Oh, to go back to the years when all he had to do was topple the Chicago mob and install himself at the top. Simpler times.]

[A small sigh. Someone needs a nap, not that he will admit it.]


A follow-up: What besides money is currency on this island? For those who need favors and such?
showbizpanache: (giggling oh blainers)
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[So here's a Kurt looking much different than he has in the past few months. He's bright, energetic, and practically glowing. He looks just a touch guilty, though, as he focuses the camera on his face.]

Blaine's at work, but I just couldn't wait, I'm sorry--

[He holds up his hand and wiggles his finger, showing off his ring, which is now inset with brand new precious stones. He bounces up and down a little.] I'm engaged! We're engaged! Officially! [Finally.]

I'll be planning the wedding, of course, but I can't even think about it right now-- [He has tears in his eyes again. Seriously, he's been happy-crying on and off since last night.] I just can't. I'm too happy!

[He brushes a tear asway.] I'm just so happy.
inamartiniglass: (does this shirt make me look french?)
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[It sounds like Ms. Lynd is en route somewhere with traffic sounding in the background and the wind blowing hard over the audio. In fact, she's a little late to work due to sleeping over a certain someone's house.]

Good morning, Siren's Port. We've got plenty of interesting things planned for the end of this year and the holidays. The first thing that's coming up is a canned food drive to benefit less fortunate Newcomers or those who might need some help in having a good meal these days.

That's where Newcomer businesses come in. I was thinking, if any of you are interested, that maybe we could offer a free coupon book that includes your services to anyone who donates a specific amount. It would be a wonderful way to generate business amongst the community and to advertise.
janesaysdbaa: (cigarette)
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[Jane comes into focus after some fiddling with the camera. She's in her mid-twenties, pale, slim, with larger-than-life brown eyes and pink, full lips that are usually coated in red lipstick, but today are not. She settles back into the chair she's sitting in, her upper body in frame now.  It's ridiculously early in the morning, but she looks wide awake. Worn, but awake.]

Good morning...if anyone else is crazy enough to be up right now.  Or still be up, as in my case.
I'm Jane. I'm currently staying at Jesse's house, apparently with someone named Lisbeth but I haven't met her yet, so I couldn't tell you. Yosuke got me back in touch with Jesse.  Thanks again for that, by the way.  And I have your clothes.  I'm just washing them first.

[She pauses to take a cigarette out of her pack, lighting it and taking a deep drag.]

This is kind of a hello as well as a see you later?  I'm feeling a little bit...under the weather and I hear it only gets worse before it gets better.  The pull or whatever? Anyway...the point being, I'm probably not going to be posting here for a little while. At least until I'm feeling better.  I might reply to texts if I'm even feeling up for that.

[She doesn't bother to go into the fact that it's not just the pull sickness. She's just begun to go through some serious withdrawals, but she doesn't feel it's necessary to tell people about her issues. Let them judge her for other things, not that. She judges herself enough for that. Jane leaves her contact information for Yosuke ((though anyone wanting to access her via NV is welcome to do so)).  But she's up and about for now, so she'll link up with whoever is around until she gets to feeling too bad.]

hostage: (bitch ☣)
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[Yay, Jesse's home from rehab. He's not looking much like himself at all, though. The network is spared ten minutes of him checking out his new rack, because he did that off-camera. Now, though... Now is the time for posting.]

Is this my welcome home present?
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[First up is a shot of a tupperware container full of frozen candy corn. The feed then swings up to a tired, confused looking Sookie.]

All of my food is candy corn. All my leftovers are candy corn.

[She points the video to an open soup can full of, you guessed it, candy corn.]

Please tell me this is another core thing, and someone didn't sneak in my house and do this.

[Man, all she wanted was a little midnight snack. Candy corn isn't even that good.]
revengeisalie: Rin worrying at her face with her fingers, brows furrowed, eyes closed (Like all the other women.)
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[Have a Rin with dark rings beneath her eyes peering at you.]

Ahh... this place is so exhausting! Lights blinking at you every which way. I've seen panels with moving pictures on them in every other window while walking on the streets. Then there's the self-moving cars, I keep forgetting to watch out for those when I'm just leaving a building!

And the sirens! Seriously, that one siren just goes on and on. Do they have to do that? I'm kind of curious about the Darkness, but most of me thinks "yeah, maybe next century".

[She momentarily doubles over.]

In which my bones may well lie on this soil.

[Zip! Back upright. As you do.]

Anyway, the point of this whole rant is, I need a job. Uhm, I don't really have experience, but I guess I can do housework all right. And I'm polite and get along with people. I could also carry things if they're not super heavy.

Uhm, I hope you will consider me... ?
cancersticks: (i looked to you as i fell)
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This is all that Pinkman kid's fault. [ She sounds absolutely livid, and a little insane. That comes with arriving somewhere after, presumably, being knocked out and brought here against her will. Waking up in the fetal position on a rundown baseball diamond wasn't very fun, either. She had already met her Greeter, and after getting the 'basics' that she didn't agree with, she's ready to meet the network. ]

Yes, I know it's you! You and your- your drug dealing buddies kidnapped Walt, and now you think you can do the same with me? I don't think so. I am going to call the police right now. Hank. The FBI. Kidnapping is illegal, but not as illegal as dealing drugs. [ Wait- she might have her facts mixed up. She'll apologize for that when she's in a more sound mental state. Actually, no she won't ]

You better stay away from my family, or else.
inamartiniglass: (smile)
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The weather is delightfully turning colder. Fall has always been my favorite season. But I'm here to take suggestions for what you'd like to see the community center do - events, fundraisers, or classes alike.

Also, if anyone needs their finances to be straightened, I'll be willing to help. I've missed numbers and balancing checkbooks other than my own.

[private to raul]

I need to speak with you.
hejhej: (i'll kill you)
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[Oh shit that doesn't look good. She's got a cut across her forehead and eye that she's trying her best to patch up, but it's bleeding.]

Fucking computer... [She then goes into a slew of Swedish as she cleans herself up.]

And now it's opening up everything and eating up my memory until my CPU crashes.

[Her sentence comes out in a growl, utterly pissed.]
showbizpanache: (well shit that's awkward)
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[Kurt is at the Community Center, looking well-dressed and businesslike. He has placed his NV in front of him and speaks cordially into it.]

I'm afraid this is a tad belated, but I'd still like to extend my greetings to any and all new arrivals in the Port. I'm Kurt Hummel, assistant director of your Newcomer Community Center, and I'd like to--

[He's cut off by noise and laughter. A group of teenagers can be seen at the window, messing around with the Darkness proofing and attempting to vandalize the Center. Kurt has an unreadable expression as he pulls away and calmly steps outside.

Once he's out there, a gunshot can he heard. He's fired one into the sky.
]

GET OUT! YOUR MOTHERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU! GO HOME AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN, YOU LITTLE--

[They scatter, and he calmly re-holsters his pistol and walks back over to the camera. He straightens his clothes and sits back down.]

As I was saying, welcome. If you have any questions about life in the Port or our status as Newcomers in general, don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you!
returnsmagic: (Were you ever a dreamer?)
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[ It has been a long time, Siren's Port. Well, not long in dragon terms - a month in jail is like spending a day in jail for everyone else. But Aurican has learned to be sensitive to the issue of time, especially in a delicate place such as this.

Aurican is on the beach again, half submerged in the ocean. His NV seems to be hovering above his massive horned head, showing his strange, fish-like wings folded and partially submerged underwater. ]

All said and done, the jail cell I've occupied for the past month could have been worse. I was sentenced far longer than a month, but I was let go on good behavior.

Which shouldn't be surprising, as gold dragons such as myself tend to keep up with manners. Most of the time, anyway. [ Because if it was all the time, he wouldn't have been in jail in the first place. ]

I hope I still have my occupation. I do miss playing the harp.
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It's been such a long time since I've checked in with the network. I was going to wait for this technology problem to be over, seeing as I'm not from the cell phone generation... [Mr. Gold begins pleasantly. He's outside, the weather beautiful enough that sitting on a park bench seems like the best idea in the world.] Becoming a lurker is not very good for business. Not good at all.

[He pauses.] My pawnshop, "Crossroads", has been open for a few months, now, but we've only just finished the reconstruction on it. Something that was desperately needed, if anyone has stopped in before. I was thinking of letting it past, but some sort of celebration for it sounds nice, doesn't it? The Uzushio Ryokan has been kind enough to host this shindig for me, I'd like to invite everyone to it. We're looking at the 22nd, starting around 7:00 pm.

[He smiles slightly, shifting the cane that his legs are holding up in front of him.] Myself and my associate, Mr. Sark, have found several interesting items to put up for auction, if that will entice anyone further. [He chuckles at that.]

We're also looking for help, to expand our little "family", as it were. If you happen to have a gift for gab, maybe some experience in sales, well. Someone like that would be a welcome addition. Just contact me, Mr. Gold, on my NV, or come into the shop.

A three part text question send anonymously a few hours later. )

[ooc: Depending on your answers, Mr. Gold will invite you to an "after party" at the Uzushio Ryokan. A meeting of the minds for all the baddies out there, but if you'd like to attend by text over Mr. Gold's NV, he'll work with you on that. Party date changed to Saturday the 22nd!]
hostage: (pained ☣)
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[This is voice-only for once because he's a wreck right now, honestly, and even the lack of video doesn't fully disguise that. He sounds shaky, still recovering from a shock, and it's only worse that now he's gone almost 48 hours without a bump to pull him through the stress.]

H-Hey, um... Sam, I'm so sorry. I forgot to call last night. I'm gonna be out, like um, for the month? If you wanna fire me, that's cool. I get it.

And, like, don't got a lotta time so I'm just gonna say it all here for anybody who's looking for me: I ain't at home. I think most of you guys know I'm an addict. I was in recovery, I relapsed, and now I'm in rehab. They don't want me leaving for two weeks at least, so you won't be seeing me around. Just don't worry. I didn't disappear or anything.

Um... You need anything, Lisbeth's still at my place. She can handle all my business. And I got my NV, but it's turned off a lot 'cause I'm in meetings and all that. So... yeah.

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