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[Attention, Siren's Port. On this unseasonably warm winter morning, Hitsugaya has a very important announcement to make.]

I hate this city.

[We now return you to your regularly scheduled Christmas cheer.]

Current Mood: cranky

fightswithpurpose

[Nelliel doesn't really know how to phrase this, but Keigo's recent entry has her determined to do something nice for him.]

I am trying to help a teenage boy find a girlfriend. He's a nice boy, but he gets very anxious and self-defeating. I thought it would be nice to help him, but I don't really know how.

For the women here - what kind of behavior, personality traits, skills, and clothing styles do you find attractive?

For the men - what do you do to prepare for a date when you are nervous and want to make a good impression?

Any advice would be appreciated. If anyone is willing to make an extra effort to help me help him, I will pay you.

[It's her holiday gift to Keigo, since he'll probably cry and whine through any manliness training she makes him go through.]

phazeandblood

INTERNATIONAL DAY FOR TOLERANCE.
INTER. FUCKING. NATIONAL. DAY. FOR. TOLERANCE.
AN ENTIRE DAY DEDICATED TO TOLERATING OTHERS WHO ARE DIFFERENT.
YOU KNOW, ONLY ONE OUT OF ALL THE OTHER DAYS OF THE YEAR WHERE IT'S APPARENTLY JUST FUCKING FINE TO BE AS INTOLERANT AS YOU WANT SO LONG AS YOU PLAY NICE ONE SPECIAL DAY OUT OF THE YEAR.
THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS WRONG WITH YOU HUMANS THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING *BEGIN*.
I THINK I LITERALLY JUST HAD A RAGE ANEURYSM AT THE SHEER FUCKING HYPOCRISY THAT'S BLEEDING OVER EVERYTHING THAT'S UNDERLYING IN THAT IMPLICATION.
I'M NOT GOING TO GO THERE, NOT EVEN GOING TO FUCKING TOUCH THAT BECAUSE GOD FORBID I END UP SOUNDING LIKE THE ONE PERSON I HATE MORE THAN MYSELF.
WHAT LITTLE HOPE I HAD IN YOUR RACE BEING SOMEWHAT INTELLIGENT AS A WHOLE IS NOW DEAD AND GONE, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

charmedson

So far I've heard of vampires, demons, angels, humans, meta humans... What else should I be on the look out for?

[Chris smirks a little, a bit self-deprecating at how dumb this post is.] And how many times have you guys seen a post like this one the network?

sequincy

[oh look, it's another one. Although by now Uryuu has not only crafted an outfit to wear for this post, but half of a new wardrobe. It's so convenient to be able to use your own body as a clothing model.

But she has a more pressing matter to attend to, after reading similarly afflicted posts:]

So this... isn't Szayel-Aporro's fault then?

calm_tempest

[She won't bother filtering this from the Espada. They doubtless already know the information she's about to relay, and if any try to snipe at her, she's more than capable of handling it.]

[Retsu is prim and composed as always, giving little indication of what may be going on beneath the surface.]

To anyone it may concern, Kuchiki Byakuya has been returned home by the Core. If there are any loose ends that need to be attended in regard to this, please let me know and I will do what I can to help.

Current Mood: contemplative

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on all there is is darkness and the sound of fabric against a microphone. It only lasts a moment however as the darkness suddenly gives way to a view of socks and tights in a sock drawer (one belonging to a certain duck girl), currently being turned into a nest by none other that Kyubey. Amidst the socks he settles himself, reaching out with a paw to knock the NV closer.]}

People come and people go. They live and die and that's it for them. Usually. Well, another version of them will continue to exist in an alternate dimension parallel to the one they originated from, but that's making things overly complicated. The fact is that once someone dies, that specific individual is fated to remain dead.

But that's not the case here.

People die and then return to this place with their memories intact or else they arrive here from having been dead before. I've always found this utterly fascinating, now more so than before.

_{[A little ear twitches as he nestles more into the sock drawer.]}

So tell me! I'm curious. What is it like to die? To truly die. What does it feel like to meet death and remember it? What does it make you feel?

Would you wish to live forever if you could?

hybrid_prodigy

[Gohan's energy is very tighly controlled and pushed down when he returns. Only those particularly adept at sensing such things and also know him very well will be able to detect him that way.

[Overall, Gohan looks rather nonplussed, oddly blank for a kid that usually emotes so obviously. He blinks a little, as if disbelieving his current surroundings for a moment. Oh. So he's really back. Well, he should let people know.]

I guess there wasn't too much of a time discrepency this time, huh? What's it been here, a couple days? [A tight, forced smile that doesn't reach his eyes.] Anyway, I'm back, in case anyone was wondering about me.

( Private text to Red Robin )

Current Mood: blank

faustianism

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!]

fluffybeard

[There is a man in a bar. In a corner, alone. He has a glass in his hand and a sword on his back. He looks flushed and well within the throws of alcohol. He sighs heavily and turns a page of the book he calls and NV and starts speaking.]

So I have a hypothetical for all you fellow prisoners.

[He smiled, though it wasn't one of happiness, it was one that portrayed a different emotion. It was filled with a bitter sadness and the only way the man could be smiling was because that was his way of dealing with it.]

If you arrived here... and someone you loved had no idea who you are what would you do? Cause I've been thinking it over. My first thought was to get drunk and that worked really well. I don't think it's helped me suss the issue out any. I guess that means Garret Hawke is back on the market.

[He drains the rest of his glass and puts it down with a thunk on the table.]

Any and all suggestions welcomed, don't be shy. Unless your name is Anders. Then you can be shy. Very shy. In fact, forget I said anything.

soul_scatter

[The sound startles him out of bed. Trained instincts take over and Byakuya grabs Senbonzakura, rolls to his feet and adopts a defensive posture. His NV falls on the floor beginning to record. It shows two skinny legs and feet scampering across the camera.

Byakuya walks past and scoops it up, ignoring it as he puts it on the hall table. It shows his bare back, some pretty epic bed hair, and him in low-hanging bedpants. He’s very confused until he sees the two Wakame Ambassadors - one small and cowering behind the legs of the much larger one. Yuki yowled somewhere and the smaller Ambassador shot backwards to hide behind Byakuya’s knees.]

NANI?

[What doesn't help in the midst of all this is that there's suddenly a . . . polar bear in frame. A polar bear wearing a Santa Claus hat and a red-and-green striped scarf. And it just stands there a moment, staring at the larger of the two Ambassadors.

[Or the fact that Hitsugaya is there behind it, unaware for the moment he's on camera, who appears to have found Yuki. Or rather, she's found him, and is currently trying to bury herself in his hair.] Stupid cat. What the hell are you --

What the hell? [It's bad enough that the polar bear had burst out of his closet a few minutes ago. But the Wakame Ambassador? Honestly?]

[Byakuya is pretty helpless at this point. The plushy Wakame Ambassador that he’d bought Hinamori for her birthday was trying to pull down his pants and hide behind him. The bigger one is flailing and trying to defend someone from… possibly the fern in the corner. Byakuya’s not sure.

The polar bear stops, looks, snorts and then lumbers onward. However, the snort causes the bigger Wakame Ambassador to show his valor and he ends up behind Byakuya too, shaking his fist at the meowing Yuki.]

Polar bear.

[That’s his intelligent offer to this conversation.]

I'm aware of the polar bear. [He's been trying to get Yuki off of his head, but she's gotten herself pretty well-entrenched in there, warily eyeing the two Ambassadors behind Kuchiki. Sigh. It's not worth it to keep trying to get her off of there when she's being so clingy.]

What I'm not aware of is why it's moving, and moreso why those [A brief gesture at the cowering Ambassadors.] are moving.

[A small rumble in the kitchen. Byakuya took a cautious step forward and managed not to leave his pants behind, despite the two Ambassadors. He peeked around the doorway and sighed. It was too early for this.]

It’s trying to get into the refrigerator.

[He finally tugs his pants free of the Ambassadors.]

I woke up to one [He’s not sure what to call them, honestly.] of them coming into the hall and Yuki yowling. She is unharmed?

[Great. Not only has the polar bear in his closet come to life, but it's hungry. He hates this damn city.]

If how hard she's trying to dig her nails into my scalp is any indication, I'd say she's fine.

[There's a sudden blaring sound in the background.] Shut that stupid alarm off, will you? I'll figure something out with the bear. [And he heads out of frame, cat still on his head, and into the kitchen.]

[The alarm is a soft and gentle buzzing sound that would wake him up. He sighs and turns around, neatly avoiding getting grabbed again by the smaller Ambassador. He picks up his NV as he goes past and accidentally shuts it off, never noticing it was on.]

[OOC: This is Hitsugaya. Byakuya in black. Have at them]

sequincy

Nara Shikamaru is missing. There are some already out searching for him, but if anyone knows something, please inform me.

scienceshow

[One of these days, Szayel will "remember" to take Ishida off this filter.]

[Anyway, good afternoon, people of Las Noches. Today you a greeted with the face of your friendly resident evil genius. Instead of his usual holier than thou expression, he seems a bit miffed, and also slightly concerned. There's an obvious air of wanting to accuse a certain someone of something, but he isn't about to do that just yet.]

I seem to have lost an item of a personal nature. Has anyone happened to come across any devices that don't belong to them?

[...because that is as delicate as he can put it without directly saying someone took his vibrator and he wants it back now please.]

cognidis

[ This isn't the kind of post he usually makes. Still, he has feelings about what's been happening lately and wants to address them.

There's a brief silence when the feed starts rolling. Eventually, he clears his throat. ]

Hey, everyone.

I know most of you...probably don't know me, but- I've been thinking a lot lately about the things we've been hearing in the news. A lot of it isn't good, and a lot of it can be downright discouraging.

I'd just like to know- is there something good that's happened here to you that couldn't have happened anywhere else? Whether it was someone you met, or something you did, or...anything.

I know it's hard here, but...even when the bad outweighs the good, I think it's the good we should focus on.

[ An awkward pause. ]

...That's all.

[ He fumbles with his NV a little before shutting off the feed. ]

acardic

[The characteristic reiatsu emanating from the field is probably enough of a giveaway of who has recently arrived for those who are particularly attuned to detecting it. It precedes the post by about half an hour.

The denizens of Siren's Port are treated to an nondescript view of fences, and then a person whose pallor is a far too anemic to be considered healthy or even compatible with life. Ulquiorra frowns as if to preemptively dissuade unnecessary discussion, and he speaks in a tone all at once dryly thankless and vaguely threatening. Even as he asks for information, the act distinctly comes across as an order.]

It would be wise if somebody were to inform me of where I am, and who is responsible for bringing me here. The trash from SERO, and AGI were most uninformative.

[After that pleasantry, the tone levels off into a much more business like demeanor.]

Should the other Espada be present, we have much to discuss.

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

scienceshow

[Hello, SP. Your resident mad genius has decided to grace you all with his presence.]

The sheer number of you complaining about this illness has gotten on my nerves. Therefore, out of the goodness of my heart -- and for the sake of hearing something different on the NV network -- I am volunteering my services and my intelligence to find a way to end this epidemic.

[Yeah, complete asshole alert! ...and then he turns serious. Because this is serious.]

That being said, I will require an individual to volunteer themselves for experimentation. I am only extending this request to Newcomers. I cannot guarantee this will be a successful process, nor can I guarantee it will be without pain. I cannot even guarantee your life. What I can guarantee is that I will not rest until I find the solution for this disease, no matter how many times I have to kill you to do it.

That being said: yes, this is a serious request. No, I don't expect just anyone to volunteer for it. I suggest you seriously consider it before even replying to this message.

arealgem

[To be careful, Ruby is only going to be addressing the network via text. She has no idea who could be here, and who might want her dead. She isn't too keen on the idea of being murdered after being brought back so soon, after all.

She also isn't too fond of the idea of not familiarizing herself with everything new around her.]

So Merry Christmas, Happy Un-birthday, Jolly fucking Resurrection to me. Who knew I'd be coming back from the list of the dearly departed? This should be fun as hell. So how many others are like me, and how long have you been here?

buttwombs

So, uhm...

[The teenager on video is clearly nervous, but is forcing himself to speak.]

... let's say you were in a relationship with someone, and they ended up here. I mean, while you're NOT here! Not like, you're together. I mean you ARE together because you're a couple but... you're somewhere else and they're here in Siren's Port.

[He presses his fingers together.]

Anyway. Let's say that person runs into trouble, and needs to make a LOT of money fast... and they have a special thing that'll make people spend a ton of money to... uh... spend time with them. Like. Have. S... Se...

[He's blushing furiously now.]

Do it.

... would you hate them forever and never want to see them ever again if they went through with it?

scienceshow

[The video was obviously intentionally started, though Szayel is hardly paying any attention to his NV. His focus is flitting back and forth between a few newspapers and his computer, frowning at both. This continues for a moment before he finally speaks, though he still doesn't look up at the screen.]

What precisely is a former scientist suppose to do in this city, when they no longer wish to work their genius for someone else?

[He tosses one paper out; a clear disappointment to his high standards.]

This is completely vexing. I have no idea what to do...