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Well, my quarterly review didn't go so well, fellow newcomers. [Wearied, tired, bitter- that's the least of flatlined emotion from Dr. Yumeno here] This is probably a delayed little anecdote to add to the pile, but since we've all been sharing our hardships...

Despite everything, and despite Dr. Pyke fully believing the plight of our little community, that bouncing to and fro between centuries is nothing we can control, un-notified absences are still technically grounds for termination, the hospital board is still angry I haven't been axed years ago...amazing, to hear it all come up now, all that had been swept beneath the rug, but apparently they were so glad to have grovelling hands in back at work for the past two weeks, that it caught me completely off guard- this "we'll talk about it later" actually pulling through.

Another pay cut, and a week's absence apparently swallows the whole of my unused vacation time, backwards and forwards till the summer. It's still a (modified) resident doctor's salary, despite more little nips and tucks made to my job title, so a newcomer shouldn't be dissatisfied. But I'm actually quite tired with fighting to advance my career. I'm tired with trying to reform the health protocols. Whatever respect of tenure I've earned in the past two and a half years has been spent three times over, and rides very thinly on credit.

Many, too many coworkers have given me the cold shoulder. I thought it was just my imagination, at first, but now I know without a doubt- they've said I keep spoiling this good hospital's reputation. It's remarkable, how the opinions of intelligent, rational peers can change to cold and resentful overnight - or with a week's disappearance excused by the unending grace of your Chief Director.

I could have lived with that, once, being a social pariah at work, if I hadn't been under the impression I've been making progress for so long now. I wouldn't have cared less, once.... [There's a soft sound, rueful, and a defeatist laugh] but I've grown much too used to being liked.

An interesting thing this whole ordeal has taught me: Maybe I've become too accustomed to the habits of this day and age.

I'm taking the weekend to downsize a bit... Throw some things away. There's too much clutter of mine, here, and I wouldn't want to leave a pile of waste and sensitive information where I've been, should we all be so inconveniencing as to vanish from this world again .

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks concerned when he appears on camera.]

I'm not sure if anyone saw the news, but poor Mr. Stoneson is sick with a mystery illness that the doctors can't figure out. It looks like it's not contagious, but it's still pretty scary.

[It's a curse of endless suffering, with only one cure: kill the one who placed the curse. Doctors have called it a flesh eating disease, though, and he's not likely to correct them. After all, why would a little boy know better?]

I had flowers sent to his hospital room and I'm going to pay for up to three months' pay, depending on how quickly he recovers, so his family's got something to fall back on.

[He sighs.]

We still need another manager, though, so I'm turning to Newcomers first.

[He'll promote Xellos and/or William first, but that opens up an assistant manager position.]

Uzushio employees who'd be interested in an assistant manager job can apply, too.

inamartiniglass

[Vesper reappears on the Network, looking as bright-eyed and fresh-faced as the director of the Newcomer Community Center should. She smiles softly.]

Now that we are all back in a familiar time period, we can begin discussing the new year for the center and for our community.

Before I do that, however, I've heard that Newcomers who lived in the apartments are dealing with a bit of trouble because of our absence and have found themselves virtually without. While we look into this from a legal standpoint, we at the Center have set up temporary shelter and will be providing meals.

Donations to help provide for our fellow Newcomers in their time of need are always welcome as well.

[Not to mention she may be sitting on a nice little nest egg from working with Siren's underbelly and their finances.]

mediumdrip

I'm so happy to be back in a time with raspberry hair gel.

empathetics

Is it normal for death to not be a permanent state here?

[And that's all he's got to say about that.]

...I suppose I should say I'm glad we're back in our own time as well.

[private text to alice cullen]

Alice, please tell me you're okay. That you didn't do anything reckless.

infromthecold

[Someone's wearing a jacket and gloves they're not winter grade but anything is really to heavy for this heat. He's on the steps of the HoA just outside the inclosed porch.]

There's still a few hows for the Christmas trees to decided to come to life and attack like those turkeys did. I've heard of Christmas in July Seems we got an Indian Summer in December instead.
[He pauses for a few seconds to collect his thoughts]

I've been seeing posts where people have been getting depressed about not being away from home and friends. I get what it's like to lose someone near the holidays. I just want to say you should celebrate a bit. It's OK to take the night off. We're stuck on one strange island but we shouldn't let how crasy the world is take he holidays away from us. I guess that's all.

[It's then that something large and pink col ides with Bucky's shoulder and explods in a wave of water.]

What the hell? Anyone know if NVs are waterproof?
[The feed cuts out]

upstairsbrain

[ There's only a brief pause, a breath, before Sam speaks. ]

I've never really been big on Christmas. Few years back, I was accused of being a Grinch, but, uh-- Anyway, I think there's something to be said here. Back home, my brother and I didn't really celebrate. Didn't really get to. I mean, we had some cheap egg nog and a plastic tree in a motel room every so often, but that was about it. I only know a handful of Christmas carols, and I've never been good with presents. I mean, it's tough, right? Finding something annually to really wish a person a good new year. Something that can make them happy.

... Things were different back there. For a lot of us, here, I know. I just-- That I'm spending this year with my family, with some kind of normal life? Even with the stuff that happens in the Port, it's...

[ He scoffs, lightly. ]

... Really kind of a miracle. That's what the holidays are, I guess.

[ Sam pauses, licking his lips. ]

I'm not sure what my point is, so-- Sorry about that. I think, just... things've changed. And I'm glad. So, Merry Christmas, everyone.

seclusion

Ahh... Hmm.

[What a quiet start. There's a bit of shifting, too, but instead of Emil speaking much more, a song begins, slow at first— but it picks up, and grows spirited. It seems really lighthearted, too, though it gains a little force later on.

When it's finished - and it ends a little abruptly - there's a soft creaking sound: a boy moving on a piano bench. He sounds at ease, when he does finally start talking.]

That one reminds me of warm days and soft grass. At home, I liked to sit outside sometimes and feel the wind... It always made me feel like this. This 'winter' makes me miss that, now the wind feels like it might eat me up a little. So I like to hear things that make me remember such nice weather.

Well, what I wanted to ask is, do you have anything like that? Any music like that? The piano is all I can really play, but you can put most things to piano, and I'd like to learn and hear some new things... [A giggle, sounding perhaps like it might be hidden behind his hand.] I guess I'm not being very festive. I haven't gotten used to all this, though, the very cold, and the snow, and even the sun being gone. Maybe this is my way of missing home?

So I'd appreciate it! And if you play anything, I'd like to hear that, too.

[He's been hanging round Raul Creed's place, and he really... likes that piano..............]

swedge

[Jo Harvelle woke up in a bed that was her's, was supposed to be familiar, but with a sense of panic she hasn't felt in months.]

[Private to Dean Winchester + Mary Winchester]

please tell me you're here and cas didn't get you too. or the leviathan. or whatever the fuck he was.

[/end filter]

[Because yes, she died. Cas, possessed by his Leviathans, killed her in the street on her way to work. Just one of many.

But it's definitely a good thing there's a text function on this thing, because there's no way she would have been able to hold a video function steady. She woke up just a few minutes ago, shaking and in pain, so much pain, but not as much as before - Cas. But there were other things, memories. She remembered dying, remembered it in detail, but there was more. More that scared her, worried her, more that she didn't want to think about.

Her hands still shake, and it takes more than just a few minutes to type this up and send it out, but she has to know. It's bugging her more than it should, and she just can't let it sit in her head like it is.]

I've heard of people going home. Coming back with new memories, new history, shooting up in the timeline, whatever you want to call it.

But I've been out for weeks. And I definitely did not go home.

I'm not going crazy, am I? Has anyone else heard about that?

proxysproxy

[The feed opens and the face of a snowman fills the screen. Its eyes are bright green buttons, (the exact colour of Vincent's.) It is wearing an ushanka, and a scarf checkered in black and rusty red. If you saw it in person, you would see that it is wearing off-red fingerless gloves on its twiggy arms, but since it is (badly) using them to manipulate the NV all you see is its head. Its face somehow manages to look very worried - damn near panicking, in fact - despite the fact that its coal mouth is fixed in a grin.]

I always figured the sun might end up killing me, but not like this. I don't want to melt!

[The voice clearly belongs to Vincent Law, though the snowman's mouth doesn't move. It's at this point you might notice that the snowman appears to be sweating more than is strictly warranted by today's temperature. Seems that a proxy's vulnerability to sunlight stacks with snow's propensity towards melting. Vincent is melting twice as fast as a regular snowman. Whoops.]

Help! What do I do?!

psychopath

I'm too old for this!

[has any of you heard a 24-year old man whine? because you're hearing one right now. Jack's wearing a newsboy cap and a jolly Christmas sweater, and he looks like he's in a tree of some sort.

Some might realize he's in the forest, in a tree that's fairly impossible to climb unless you're part monkey or something. He has a hand against a cheek, his nose is red, and he looks really miserable. Teenage-girl miserable. He lifts his hand and gingerly prods against a proud, majestic specimen of a pimple near his nose, and groans.]

I never got these before! Ugh. Does anyone know how to get rid of....this...without leaving a scar?

doctorfang

[The feed comes to life, and before you notice the expression, you probably note the face. It's bone-pale, with dark, bruise-like shadows set beneath golden eyes. A lock of golden hair brushes against his forehead, and he pauses, as though unsure where to begin.

That expression clears, once again replaced with the sincerity and friendliness that he opened up with.]

Hello. My name is is Dr. Cullen. [The greeting comes out quietly and softly, but with the right amount of reassurance and calm. You'll note that the face is young - way too young to accompany the title of doctor, let's be honest. But this is clearly someone who knows what he doing - when it comes to greeting people, at least. With everything else, he continues to be politely curious, and quietly baffled.]

From what I am led to believe, do I assume correctly when I say that vampires are not much of an... issue here? [He seems to hold his breath at this, curiosity blooming and anxiousness waiting, carefully in check.] Any information you have about this will be appreciated, and treated very carefully, I assure you. [He smiles again at this, grooves of dimples forming in his cheeks. Utterly charming.

And really, he is a doctor. A vampire doctor. Take with that what you will.]

mouthbreathing

[It's obvious that Warsman is still at the gym, sitting side-on to the camera; behind him viewers can see a sepia poster for a classic Port boxing match, and, next to him, the corner post of a boxing ring rises up over his shoulder. Even more telling is the steady thump and grunt of men exchanging blows behind him.

Warsman himself has a towel over his shoulders and one leg pulled up on the bench while he adjusts the kneepad around his calf, fingers deftly working the straps, so that he doesn't have to look directly into the camera.]

You've probably seen the notices on the network over the last week or so- before it went down, anyway- but it doesn't hurt to remind people that we're still accepting donations for the charity drive at the Newcomer Community Center. We'd really appreciate extra volunteers, too; just contact either Ella or I and I'm sure we could work something out.

[He pauses, glancing sidelong at the screen. In the background someone hits the mat, but his thoughts are obviously on something altogether gentler; his mask creases softly around his eyes, and when he speaks it's in a lower, almost confessional key.]

I know a lot of you understand what it can be like to have very little. It would mean a lot if you could help make things just that little bit easier f-

[There's a battle-cry from the ring and suddenly, like a plummeting zeppelin, a man comes flying over the ring-ropes and crashes into Warsman; the bench upturns entirely, sending him crashing to the floor with a painful thunk. His NV rolls along the ground and comes to a rattling halt with an awkward close-up around his chest before, finally, his hand fumbles into the shot and switches it off.]

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.]

twin_armageddons

Alright lithten up, I am thending all of you thomething thuper important tho you thhould think about filling it in. I even wrote it in black and not my uthual yellow, that'th how important thith ith. Not dropping the quirk though, tho deal with it. Fill it out and we'll go from there.

appliicatiion two be 2ollux captor'2 be2t friiend.

name:
age:
race:

an2wer ye2 or no for the2e:

are you reliigiiou2?:
do you beliieve2 iin miiracle2?:
do you liike viideo game2?:

other 2tuff:

hobbiie2:
piick ten word2 two de2criibe your2elf:
favoriite number:
favoriite moviie:
favoriite game:

complete the following:

karkat vanta2 ii2....:

appliicatiion two be 2ollux captor'2 be2t friiend.

name:
age:
race:

an2wer ye2 or no for the2e:

are you reliigiiou2?:
do you beliieve2 iin miiracle2?:
do you liike viideo game2?:

other 2tuff:

hobbiie2:
piick ten word2 two de2criibe your2elf:
favoriite number: 
favoriite moviie:
favoriite game:

complete the following:

karkat vanta2 ii2....:

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.

longaevus

[ There's a small smile to her expression before she speaks. Her memories are there, in tact (and some to make her internally cringe), but it isn't that which makes her smile. The whole place, Siren's Port, and the memory of it - the fondness it holds in her mind despite it all. That is why she smiles ]

One year. It was amazing then how quickly the time had passed, although looking back at it now parts of it seem to have been a lifetime. [ Which is incredibly ironic if you know her, and that statement is rare enough from her itself. She's had many moments, many odd years, but a lifetime? It's new ] There's a lot of questions that I have, perhaps more than when I first arrived, although now doesn't quite seem appropriate to ask. [ She doesn't know what has happened lately - that's included in her questions - but from past experience? There's always been something ]

I believe that five months is the approximation, if I have the dates correct. [ She does, for the record ] And all in a breath. [ It's a brief off track comment before she turns back to the point at hand - saying hello. A lifetime passed before and a breath for her absence. She may have been gone longer than usual but... it was hardly a breath, on both sides ]

I will ask one question, however. [ You would think it may be something important, or urgent given her previous holding off of the questions. In fact it is, just to her at least ] Is Taylor's still open? [ It's a coffee shop, one with particular importance to her - and there are one or two who may recognise it (with a tiny bit of hope there) ]

mouthbreathing

[As he switches the feed on Warsman seems closer to thoughtful than his usual melancholy, which already might seem a change for the positive. Stretched across a rather faded and too-small sofa, his balalaika is in his lap again while he tunes it. Having something to do with his hands seems to soothe his camera-shyness; he may be naturally soft spoken, but over his strumming his voice is calm and even.]

Have you ever noticed how some people have distinct ‘sounds’ that remind you of them instantly? It’s a little sentimental, I know, but I feel as though music brings me closer to the people who aren’t here. Even before I got here I spent a lot of time by myself, so I had to find ways to remind myself of the people I missed. But then, everyone has their own way of remembering people, don’t they? I’d be interested to know how other people manage it.

[He glances back to the window off-camera with a soft, peaceful sigh.] With the rain in the background, too… it’s nice, isn’t it? Though maybe some of you prefer sunnier weather…?

[The strumming pauses as he shifts on the cushions, and one might also notice scratch marks across his bare chest, which he absently pulls his poncho down to cover- inadvertently drawing attention to the twin scratches on his forearm in the process. He's stretched the preamble as far as it will go: time to get to the main point.]

There’s- there’s something else. I know it isn’t possible to leave the island, but does anyone know if it’s possible to retrieve objects from home? I lost a photograph a long time ago, before I even got here, and I guess I just started thinking about it again this past week. It’s a long-shot, but if anyone could help I’d appreciate it.

mirroredmemory

[Xion is sitting alone in her room, on the empty bed that was once Naminé's. She looks tired and pale- almost a week of bad dreams and sleeping poorly when she did, and her eyes are dull. It has not been a very pleasant two months. She's toying with a silver star pendant around her neck with her free hand as she speaks.]

It's funny... people always say that hearts are strong, that they can stand up to anything and they'll be okay in the end. I know all that, I know if you believe in someone and their heart it's a wonderful thing and it won't steer you wrong but-

If a heart's supposed to be something strong, then how do they break so easily? And why does it hurt so much when they do?

mediumdrip

Kurt and I are back. We went home for a bit.

It looks like it's just been a couple of days, but it was a lot longer back home.

Did we miss anything important?

[Filtered to Blaine's "Friend" Group*]

I know part of growing up is figuring out who you are.

What happens if you don't like that person very much?

[Filtered to Kurt and Tim]

Tim - Are you okay? I'm so sorry. This was the wrong time for us to disappear.

[* anyone who is close to Blaine is part of this group, if you think your character should be in the filter, they are.]