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[ The network flips on, with Ella quietly strolling down the stairs. Everything that had belonged to Hattie has finally been put into boxes, ready to be shipped to her evil stepsister whenever she wanted them. Ella is torn on that, but whatever. ]

When I came back to this place I never thought I would be able to get my house back. I have you to thank for that, Meg, so you can consider my door always open to you if you need it. Furthermor- Kyra what are you doing?

[ The NV is set down on a table as Ella enters a living room to find her wolf investigating a set of loose floorboards. Curiosity gets the better of Ella, and in minutes she's pulled said floorboards up, dragging out a small chest with words written in another language. When she opens it, what the NV can see is money. A lot of money,
neatly tucked in tight rolls. ]

I had a stash?

[ And suddenly hearing a noise, Ella jumped, looking over her shoulder. ]

Eponine? Is that you? - is something wrong?

Aye, Madame! It is me - only - would you mind taking the potatoes off the stove? They will boil over and.... and I'm... indisposed.

[ A lame lie, but hopefully Ella will fall for it. Eponine is, of course, NOT on the toilet. No, she's at the top of the stairs, just out of Ella's sight. She had been on her way down to finish the dinner when she had heard Ella talking, and had stopped to listen. A STASH? Of MONEY?

Eponine licks her lips. That money would help her a lot. A lot a lot. And... and maybe she could help Hattie a little? Only, Ella would never give her money. Or give it to Hattie. Had she not thrown Hattie out? So Eponine made up her mind. She yelled and as soon as Ella was safely in the kitchen, Eponine scuttled down the stairs to the chest. That's the most money she's ever seen, and in her sheer excitement, she doesn't even notice Ella's NV still rolling.
She starts to grab the rolls, shoving them into the pocket of her skirt. Unfortunately when Eponine does grab the bills, the sleek, large wolf moves - having been curled up on the other side of the room, watching Eponine neutrally.

A blur of fur, a savage snarl, and Eponine screams, dropping the roll of money she currently clutched as the wolf is on the girl, attacking her arm to make her drop the money. Eponine fights back, hitting out at the wolf to make it let go of her, and trying to wriggle out from under it. But the animal is heavy and determined not to let the young thief go. ]
In a panic - she can feel blood dripping from her arm, Eponine shrieks. ]

ELLA!!! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA! HELP ME!

[ She screams again, and tries to shove the wolf off her, exciting the animal, which pushes Eponine back against the box as she struggles, knocking the NV so the screen goes blank. ]

[ OOC:Purple is Eponine, Blue is Ella! ]

missingspice

[ Of course it doesn't feel like a dream: deep dreams rarely make you feel like anything is out of place. Perhaps she was submerged, pushed into an even heavier sleep or paralysis from the ones who were hunting her. It's not entirely impossible, but she certainly felt that slap when she woke up.

So did the Greeter on the Diamond, apparently. There was no easy way to apologise for that. Atsuko sits before one of the plainly-decorated walls of her room in the Tower Apartments, the video feed shaking very slightly: she's not used to taking videos with her cellphone, after all. Her hair is tied up, despite the rough landing. Another world. Business as usual. ]

I don't understand what they want me to do with all of this, but it's appreciated. Really. [ Her tone is so even that the sarcasm barely affects her words at all. The feed pans down briefly to the toiletries given free at the apartment lobby, atop a stack of promotional flyers, information packs, vouchers... All the cheap deals handed to every newcomer, and then some, taken from the reception. Organised into piles as it is, it still stands a few inches tall. ] The vouchers, especially. It's impressive the amount of effort people will put in to recruit... I'm surprised the terms and conditions for using these aren't simply contracts.

[ Picking up one of the SERO leaflets, she puts the cellphone aside, showing her profile a little more clearly. There don't seem to be any belongings in the room at all aside from her lab coat hung on a chair. ]

Now, this Eberhardt Institute. Is it a research institute, or a clinic? [ Glancing at the camera, she's beginning to sound unsure of herself-- speaking aloud like this as though someone might hear and know the answer... ] There are some things in this world I would like to ask about. Ask somebody in the psychology department, if there is one, as a doctor myself. And, I suppose if this number is public now...

[ Atsuko frowns at her cellphone, her newly-configured NV, the first real disdain she's shown all through her message. Without another word, she reaches forward to snap it shut, ending the feed. She's going to have to teach herself how to secure her messages, ASAP. ]

shockinglynice

[GLaDOS is here and she's not like last time, struggling and pathetic on the pavement. Oh no, now she's in her element. In a white tiled room that gives the idea of a laboratory she hangs suspended from the ceiling, her single yellow eye focused on the camera.]

Good, you're recording.

You know, these past days have confirmed to me something I already knew.

Humans need to be looked after. They need order, they need structure otherwise you all devolve into the apes you so recently were.

My new friends at SERO and the personal power generator they gave me agree.

So I made a little something for you all, just to make you all feel safer. Call it a holiday gift if you will.

That you purchase.

With money.

Thank you's are not mandatory.

( Cut for video, now appearing on television channels in the island )

[[ooc: "SERO: Aperture Science Division" appears in the ad rather than just regular Aperture Science XD

Also if your character works for SERO they can expect to receive one of these in the post soon.

*Purchase of a turret may or may not bite you in the ass later.]]

manicpixiedreamgirl

Ah, quick question. What do people eat on a regular basis?

[Normally this would be an easy question to answer, but....she's so confused.]

I mean, I imagine you can't eat the same thing every day, but how do you keep it diverse too? Do you have to go shopping every few days? And cooking, do you have to do it three times a day too?

Honestly I have no idea how you get anything done if you're cooking or eating all the time.

[HELP HER.]

aprettybutterfly

Rorschach's journal, December 14th, 2012. People went crazy without their powers. Funny. Like chickens with their heads cut off. They were louder then chickens, like the flock before a beheading for a big chicken dinner. Hospitals filled with pathetic samples of humanity, the dregs of society mingling with the floating disgust. Fighting in the streets. Lots of blood and police brutality. Reminds me of home. SERO took people off the streets, knocking them unconscious, finding ones with bleeding heads and bleeding bodies, 'helping' them to safety in their trucks and their bags. Haven't seen them since. Kids in costume helping; the next generation can flourish in a city that doesn't have rules made by idiots. Letter sent to the news. The sender calls himself GW, calls the city a cesspool, the people willing to believe any lie that's fed to them. GW is right. He knows the lies need to stop, knows the people need to hear the truth. Like a knife to the gut, the truth will hurt. Looking forward to his next letter.

[ooc: Here is Rorschach's permission's post, a catch-all for both his new Core ability, and also for the fact that he's very offensive. If you'd take the time to fill it out, I'd appreciate it!]

integrity

[Crowley is alive.

This is a shocking fact, seeing as he fully expected to die. He even set up his so-called last will and testament, to set aside his funds and business transactions and all other sorts of things, in preparation for his death. However meaningless this universe is, Crowley is nothing but pragmatic. And as he sits in his chair, in his office, nothing seems out of the ordinary, save for a few things.

Once, he is holding a glass of liquor, which is hardly unusual. What is unusual is that his fingers grip it unusually tightly, almost as if he is convinced he is going to drop it. His eyes are lacking some of the spark that they usually hold, resigned and weary and ready to quit, though Crowley does not quit. He holds himself as someone who has lost a great deal but is far too stubborn to actually roll over and take it -- and as Crowley takes a sip of scotch, he clears his throat and speaks, his words slurring only slightly. He has great practice in speaking while intoxicated.]

I saw God yesterday, while I was stabbing my friend to death.

[Crowley considers that for a moment before he decides 'screw it' and finishes off his glass.]

I suppose I should get an attorney for that incriminating statement, but I'm having difficulty caring, as God is the one who put him out of his misery. The same one who allowed our world to dissolve into chaos and misery and let's not forget what He allowed His own poor stupid useless children to do to it, they killed one another because Daddy never hugged them. And you know what the best part was?

[Crowley huffs a soft laugh as he puts the glass back down. His fingers twitch to themselves and, perhaps in a delayed reaction, the demon swipes his hand across the table to let the glass hit the ground and shatter. It was only crystal. He can just buy another.]

He was right in front of our faces the entire time, God, the witless wonder that thought it would be funny to create an entire dimension dedicated to souls shredding each other for punishment and thought it would be hilarious to let Lucifer break out of his Cage and thought it would be hysterical for Castiel to --

[But Crowley stops himself, because that is getting into something of a deep and personal moment for him, and one can't have that. Instead, his tone lowers to something soft as he pushes himself up, hands keeping himself steady at his desk.]

If you want to speak with the useless twat, our Savior, His name is Chuck Shurley. Pray to Him if you want to know why Castiel lost his mind and the Leviathan ate your friends. I'm certain He has all the answers in the world for why they existed in the first place.

[And Crowley shuts off his feed by knocking his NV off of his desk.]

motioned

So... If there was someone special to you, really special, and you wanted to get them something just as special for Christmas, but you didn't really know what they would like, how would you think of something? I can't really ask, they'd just tell me to forget about it and not waste my money. I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, and I'm going shopping soon, so if you're my friend and you're listening to this, please tell me what you'd like!

ella_of_frell

[ So this is an Ella. An Ella on a mission. And that mission, is to take back what was hers. Like her home. But first, pre-emptive things need to be acquired. She's at the table in her apartment with Kyra pacing restlessly. ]

So I've checked a number of flower shops, but I've only been able to get my hands on pretty common flower bouquets. I'm looking for something specific.

Effelwort, or bogweed. Well, bogweed is what I need the most.

Oh! And I also need at least three sprigs of thistlewind - or something comparable. They're herbs for helping someone to sleep for a few hours.

[ Not for her though. She eyes her paper thoughtfully, crossing some things off. ]

Guess that's it - I think there's something called Valerian root that would work too, but according to what I've read it might be a little too strong. [ She didn't want Hattie to pull a Sleeping Beauty. She pauses for a second. ]

Also - does anyone know what happens to the belongings of a person who is sent back home by that Core?

[ Because she's curious if what Hattie said was true ahead of time. But she isn't going to stay long, as she gets to her feet and motions to her wolf. ]

Enough Kyra, she's not here anymore, and I need to go shopping.

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! ]

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.

likepaleglass

[There's that man again on the screen. That one you can almost smell through the electronics, though that's a complete impossibility. (Lavender today, by the way.) The apartment behind him, obviously Newcomer-standard, is in the beginnings of what will become a fine shambles, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, a banana peel draped elegantly over the edge of a garbage pail, and everywhere books -- books upon books and scraps of metal and odds and ends that aren't even quite identifiable. In the midst of it, Howl is impeccably clean and groomed as always, with not even a wrinkle.]

An introduction seems in order. I am the Wizard Howl Pendragon, conjuror and constructor of magical artifacts, creator of curses, cantrips, and charms from the large to the small in scale. Need to win a duel or your worst enemy's hair to fall out? Find me. In need of your one-bedroom flat to become a 5-bedroom palatable estate? Call upon me. Fees are negotiable.

[A release of breath, and he nudges back his hair.] I usually rely on word of mouth, but considering the circumstances, it seems I am my primary advertiser.

[A pause.]

I'd also like to know more about this Core -- and its record. The library hasn't been as helpful as I would like.

luckythirteen

Question.

Which strip clubs here are the best strip clubs?

Make sure your ratings are a one to ten ratio. Start with mediocre and work your way up to full frontal lap dances in terms of greatness.

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.]

forzare

Well, since my only strong points are magic and finding things-- [ Which is actually an understatement, because on top of looking shady and untrustworthy, Harry's actually really intelligent - he just doesn't let on. In fact, it's the pursuit of knowledge that has him popping up on the network this time around. The last time had him blowing out the lights in his apartment (and some of the surrounding tech that didn't belong to him). ] --I've got some questions that are relevant.

I understand that we all came from different worlds, and that there are some of you who arrived in possession of skills of the supernaturally-inclined nature. Namely, magic. I'd like to hear about it. If you're a practitioner or if you have interacted with it, I'm twice as interested; however, the Q-and-A is open to anyone. I want to hear anything you're willing to offer on the subject. Your positive or negative opinions, your experiences - yadda yadda.

I'm even making notes. [ HE'S PROUD OF HIS CHOICE TO BE ORGANIZED, OKAY? ]

In case you're wondering what I'm looking for, you could start with general questions such as - were you born with magic, or did you learn it academically? how do you apply your skills or how have you seen skills applied? what does "magic" mean to you? do you have laws that regulate the use or address the misuse of it? For example: My name is Harry, I'm a professional wizard and I'm really good at thaumaturgy - which is pretty much making small things happen on a big scale through a medium, and I'm pretty decent with combat magic.

inamartiniglass

[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.