[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

empowers

Everyone's talking about winter like it's something to celebrate. [ She speaks flatly, not perturbed so much as perplexed. Her brow creases, and her lips flatten into a thin line. ] It's cold. Game hibernates or migrates. Food is harder to obtain. Not here, maybe, but -- what is it that makes winter so special for you? The people who are talking about buying gifts, about how they're sick for home... I can't remember a single winter that wasn't harsh in some way or another. Why treat it like a festival?

crimsonpuppeteer

[A pale skinned young girl is on the screen. She has an emotionless look on her face, staring at the camera as if she were trying to defeat it with her will alone. When she speaks, it is in a similar tone, a soft tone that simply conveys her message without giving any hint of what she might be thinking.]

I know that some of you are an acquiescence of a man named Larry Butz. You may not know that he has let me stay in his house over the last few months. I have kept mostly to myself in that time. I have had no real reason to reach out to the outside world. I had the safety I needed from the night time and that was what is important. The reason I bring him up is simple. He has not returned home for several days. I was uncertain if it was something simple like us simply missing one another, as I do not spend my days cooped up in here. However, I am no longer able to reach him. From what I have read about other people's experiences, it is likely that he is no longer in the city. That is good for him, as he is no longer trapped, but leaves me in something of an awkward position. I am uncertain if I will be allowed to remain here. I am not one to reach out to others.

[Here, her mask of neutrality briefly cracks. Clearly, the thought of depending on someone else is not something she is fond of.]

But I fear I may be forced to do so, if I am correct. Even if I remain in this house, there is the matter of food. I lack an income, there is no work for someone my age. I am open to suggestions, should anyone have any. If not, I suppose I could start selling his things. It may seem impolite, but he did not seem the sort who would let someone starve, so I do not think he would be offended.

therightchoice

[ Jesse has intended to call Crowley, but him shaking with absolute rage and terror he might have hit the wrong button and called the entire network.

When something dire happens, Jesse prefers to use audio for whatever strange reason. This time, he wants to show Crowley just what exactly happened to Jesse.The video shows Jesse completely covered in dust and looked a little worst for wear with the bruises on his arms and there is some splatter of blood on his shirt. In addition, he's wearing a cold frown, one that shows displeasure but hides his absolute fury. When he speaks, his voice is uncharacteristically heated. ]

Why isn't he dead yet?

integrity

[Crowley takes great pains to look like absolutely nothing is wrong. And, to those that do not know him extraordinarily well, inside and out, he succeeds. This is nothing more than a professional business transaction, an even-tempered instruction to the populace. And as Crowley glances down at the leather book in his lap, written in a bizarre language, he looks for all the world that this is just another Wednesday.]

The individual that has shown up in the Port is not Castiel.

[It's calm and soft-spoken; a fact.]

He is infected by millions upon millions of souls from Purgatory. It's driven him insane -- and soon, his vessel will crumble and something far more dangerous will seize control of him. Right now, he is hellbent on destroying all of the evil and sin in the world, to make his Daddy look like an inept moron, which... well. You hardly need to dismantle the Ku Klux Klan to do that.

[He falls quiet for a moment or two, to consider something, before he goes on.]

You can ask how he got that way; I'm not going to answer, because for one, it's none of your concern, and two, it's not the point. The point is that I am going to put him out of his misery before he sinks this rock to the bottom of the sea, but in order to do that, I need specific ingredients for a ritual to kill what is pulling his little puppet strings.

[Crowley leans back in his chair, frowning into the camera.]

I require the bone of a righteous man, the blood of a fallen angel, and the blood of a beast from Purgatory.... an ancient monster, if you want the specifics. Whoever gives them to me will be rewarded handsomely and not be slaughtered for their bodily fluids. And speaking of... Winchesters.

[His tone is now cold.]

I require the Colt. You have four hours to give it to me before I send my hounds to retrieve it.

[And Crowley's lips twitch into a smirk that can't even quite be called that. There's little effort put into keeping appearances now. In fact, the demon looks somewhat tired.]

Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your turkey, Americans.

[And the feed cuts off.]

ofthursday

[The feed crackles on in the Darkness, the usual growls and other eerie noises of night at Siren's Port conspicuously absent in the area. It takes a moment for Castiel's image to become clear on the screen, almost melding out of the dark, expression smoothly neutral except for the faint hint of a smirk that looks completely out of place on his usually serious face.

His eyes are dark in the dim lighting, endless and like staring into an abyss, and even across the electronic feed the sense of wrongness is readily apparent.]

So I find myself here once more.

[His voice is soft, calm, almost uncaring, as if showing up in the Port again is a curiosity and nothing more. Then he smiles.]

It seems a good place to begin.

reassures

Ino Yamanaka has left the Port.

She was running a flower shop, but I don't know if she had any papers leaving that to someone in the event of her disappearance. As far as I know there are a few other workers from it still here, so whatever happens to it will be left up to their discretion.

If Ino left unpaid bills with anyone, or any affairs that need settling, please let me know-- I can handle them, just let me know. My name is Nill.

[She pauses. Nill rarely addresses the network at large, and it feels a little too somber to only talk about someone disappearing.]

If anyone knows of any job openings, I could use a new job as well. I don't have enough hours at my current job right now to pay all of my bills. I have enough savings right now that I can handle things for Ino, but leaving it like this for very long wouldn't be the best idea.

I've worked in a lot of different places, but I'm not very good behind a register.

failedparenting

It's that time of the month again, and it's looking like some of the newer people need to relearn a few points I think they missed in the Greeter lecture.

Don't. Go outside. After sirens.

[John settles in his chair, getting comfortable for this long, painful haul. He points at the camera with his glass of whiskey.]

Here's the thing: you will die.I don't give a shit if you're some sort of Neo, Luke Skywalker chosen one back home, the Darkness's gonna find a way to kill you. You've been fighting monsters your whole life? You're dead. You've got some deep meaningful relationship with magic? You're dead. Indestructible immortal...thing? Two guesses.

Don't be a dumbass. Don't go outside.

[This message was brought to you by Jack Daniel's whiskey and frustratingly stupid heroics from viewers like you.]

showbizpanache

[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.

momchester

[The video opens on the Newcomer Memorial, freshly cleaned, graffiti-free, bearing new names on its endless list. At the base of the memorial is an inexpensive bouquet of flowers with a photo tucked amidst the flowers, and a few large candles flanking the space. As the viewer watches, each candle lights on its own.

The person holding the NV turns it around- it's Mary, looking sobered.]

Today is el Día de los Muertos- the Day of the Dead. In the Roman Catholic tradition, it's just called All Souls Day. It's associated with spirits of the dead who are unable to properly move on because of the weight of some earthly wrongdoing.

[She smiles a little.]

That seems like a description that fits a lot of us. Like... everyone who saw themselves as a corpse yesterday.

This memorial is for everyone who's vanished... but today, I'm setting up my own memorial here. It's for those of us who can't leave, because we don't have a "home" to go back to- because we've died in our old worlds.

It may not be easy to think about, but it matters. For some of us, this is the only life we have. This is our home. I died today, on November 2nd, and it's the one thing I never want to forget.

Anyone who wants can come down and leave something here- it's a free country. And if your situation is like mine, then... maybe it'll help you say goodbye.

treehopping

[Oh no it's a scary ghost on the screen! And it's floating, unsteadily, waving its arms around.]

WooooOOOoooooo!

[The illusion may be distorted by the feet that can be seen dangling below the bottom of the sheet.

Then the ghost wobbles and drops to the floor with a girls laughter. Rue pulls back the sheet over her head so you can see her face, grinning widely.]

I think I found my power finally!

in_starvation

[ Jessica was about to comment on the vampire thing, but things happened and that's not on the foremost of her mind.

She turns on her video broadcast with a thoughtful expression, hands folded underneath her chin, her eyes cast off to the side. ]

I can't reach Sam Merlotte. I keep getting a disconnected signal. That means he's gone home, right?

What's gonna happen to Merlotte's?

gabriel_gray

[ When the video feed is turned on, Sylar's face is framed very nicely, his dark eyes settled unblinking on the camera, almost as though he's capable of seeing right through it. ]

It's a dangerous thing if you let it get out of hand. Corporations that track your every move, that know where you are at any moment. It's only a matter of time until it escalates. Nobody is safe.

[ He cocks his head to one side. ] But don't take my word for it. [ It isn't like he hasn't seen it all before. ] Ah, Nathan...

That reminds me. Does anyone have tips on how to apologise to someone for killing their brother?

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

hejhej

The monster has attacked a SERO affiliate. I don't normally do this, but who here has seen or has been attacked by it?

[private to Jesse Pinkman]

You be careful.

integrity

[Crowley is outside, casually flicking chunks of bread at a blue chicken. Said chicken is usually the bane of his existence, as he loathes the little bastard and how it does nothing but shed and ruin his yard, but he seems to behaving himself in regards to the bird today. No insults or attempted slaughtering -- at least, not yet.]

I'm bored. And seeing as people tend to dislike when I'm bored, as it tends to lead to opening lost dimensions or starting revolutions, I thought I would offer a slight puzzle for the public -- and whoever answers first gets a cash prize.

[He tosses a casual grin toward the always hovering NV before he flicks his fingers -- and with a gentle roll of telekinesis, the chicken is sent squarely on her ass with a squawk.]

Riddle one: What is the next number in this series of numbers, starting with -- 6, 14, 36, 98, and 276? And riddle two -- and this one is the real treasure --

[And he rights the chicken with another flick of his fingers.]

Whoever is responsible for the attack that's caused such a fuss is going to get his or her liver removed by my hellhound without anesthetic, for both attacking my pet parakeet and for ruining a good suit. To those who wish to see the spectacle, give me the name and address of whoever is responsible -- and I'll hand over ten thousand dollars, cash.

[Sounds fair, right?]

Cheers.

[And the feed is shut off.]

laurice

[This is Larry standing at the foot of the stairs of his house, beside the life-size statues of Phoenix and Edgeworth, his two best friends who have long since left the Port (again). His head is bowed and he looks strangely thoughtful. The NV is perched somewhere some distance away so that you can see much of Larry and the statues.]

Well...if there's one thing I'm thankful for, it's my friends. All the friends I've met in the Port, and back home. [He brightens up a little bit.] Like...really, really thankful. I've met a lot of 'em.

[A pause. Larry grips something he wears around his neck - the round orange pendant he had been wearing for several months now.]

That's why...some time ago, I made a wish.

[He cups the gem in his hands, and it morphs into something more ornate and egg-shaped, shining with a dazzling orange light. The light spreads all over his body and he closes his eyes as if asleep as his clothes change - his jacket becomes a tailcoat, his shirt becomes a vest and a cravat (with a small orange gem mounted in the center), his trousers become breeches tucked into boots high as his thighs...and when the transformation is complete, he is clutching a six-foot orange halberd with a mean-looking edge - which he quickly moves away from Phoenix's spiky head.

Suddenly Larry looks a little more confident, even breaking into a confident grin.]

'Bout time I told you guys. I became a Puella Magi to protect my friends, and I kept it a secret 'cause I thought someone might get hurt by a witch or something if they found out. But...I dunno, witches don't seem to do that sort of thing. [He scratches his head with his free hand.] Besides, it was pretty hard to keep this sort of thing under wraps.

I have to fight witches from now on, but I don't mind if it means having the power to protect the people I know!

andproper

[Prim’s smile lights up when the com turns on at last - although it fades quickly when she turns to face the screen. Wherever she is – wherever that explosion sent her…]

Hello? [She hesitates; but if the Capitol sent her here, they already know who she is anyway. Most people did, anyhow.] My name is Prim. I’m looking for my sister; Katniss. She might be looking for me.

[She hesitates – but you can’t ask to get something for nothing, and respect a response. So.]

It wouldn’t have to be for free. I know a lot about herbs – I could help heal you; if you’re sick. Or pick out herbs for you.

ibreakrules

[The video flickers on to show Frau, very much a man still, looking rather pissed off. His arms are crossed over his chest and he's glaring at the NV.]

Why is it that I have to be one of the only guys to still end up being a guy? Everyone else gets to be their own personal porn. Only it's living, which is even better. This seriously sucks.

[He can't come up with a valid reason for why this hasn't affected him either. Dead or not, he's seen other people who are also technically walking dead who are now women. It's just not fair.

If the fact that Frau wants to be a woman just so that he can stare at his boobs in a mirror or otherwise enjoy them is weird, the fact that the cross pendant he wears as a bishop is fully visible should be even worse.]