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[ Aslan stands on the site where the baseball diamond once stood. The Darkness has already descended, and in the night, he appears to be a beacon, shining for a light a hope.

His expression is grave. ]

I will be returning to Narnia at dawn.

To those who wish to accompany me or require guidance through the In-Between Places of the World, I will assist you as I am able.

For those who remain- take heart in the days that lie ahead. Light will ever shine, even in the deepest darkness.

My thoughts shall not be far from your cause.

paterelohim

I have an... announcement to make. An invitation.

[He raises his eyes to the screen, looking sadder than he ever has, but... different. The little man who once curled pathetically in a wheelchair is sitting up straighter, squaring his shoulders, looking less jittery and more settled than he ever has.

Stronger.]

I'm going home. Back to my world. I'm going back to clean up my own mess. It's my world, and I can't let it devolve into chaos like this, and now that people can leave- this might be the only chance I ever get, to fix it, to stand up and say I am who I am and take some responsibility.

I'm leaving in two days. Anyone who wants to come with me- I'll take you with me. It'll be okay. I mean, hey, when God's literally your co-pilot- how dangerous can it be, right?

[He sits forward, more serious.]

Anybody who can't go home- you can come. My world's actually really nice and normal if you stay out of the action. 99.9% of people there live normal lives, y'know? If that's what you want, I'll guarantee it- I mean, as in an act of God. You'll be okay. Some people need a safe haven.

On the other hand, if safety isn't your thing, then uh, I have great news. [A weak little not-even-a-chuckle.] We'll need help.

Anyway, that- that's all. And it's been great. I'm so happy I came here. It was kind of the worst few years of my life, but... I changed more in two years than I did in thousands. Everyone here, everyone I ever met or, or drank with or fought with- helped. This place made me a better man and God and...

Thank you, all- all of you. [Getting a little choked up rn omg.] I'll miss you all. And if I've ever met you or spent more than five minutes with you, just- just know.. you're loved, okay? [It's a deep truth, the kind He's been too human to say for a long, long time.] Stay safe. Live long and- stuff.

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the_dead_pool2

[The feed opens up to a skyline, between sectors one and two. There is a bit of a pause before a small click can be heard and following that a series of explosions can be seen at the various buildings, smoke rising up from a variety of them. The camera turns to Deadpool decked out in weapons and sitting on a crate]

I have to say, I was seriously wondering how to finish all this jazz up before I begin my next crazy happenstance in some other continuity, but I think going out with a bang is the only real appropriate way to do so, don't you?

[He gives a bit of an unapologetic shrug]

I have to say, it was a slice here. Can't say I'd repeat it, but hey, some things are just a once through. I guess I'm not very suited to all this sentimental shit. I'd like to say I've grown as an individual, and yatta yatta. But all I've really done is the same thing as always, been a nuisance, caused problems, explosions, death, destruction, all the standard things. Still, can't leave without giving everyone a proper goodbye...

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

[He presses a button, and then across the city this song can be heard ]

Current Music: So Long and Thanks for all the Fish

paysdelamour

[Francis appears on the NV looking rather tired. It's been only a week and a half since he was last on, but this one is obviously on purpose. He takes a deep sigh, before he continues, a little solemnly.]

Many of us are going home, back to our original worlds. I must unfortunately say I am one of them, mes amis. Some of you... may have seen a post I made last week, so you know my true identity... [Francis awkwardly smiles at that.]

... and for those of you who have not, you may be quite surprised when you go back to look at it. Simply know that what I say is true: I am the embodiment of France. I have lived for thousands of years, as long as the people of France have lived. And that is why I must go back. I have a duty to my people, my countrymen... though this does not mean that some of you will never get to see me again. You could always come with me.

[Francis shifts then, crossing his legs in a rather businesslike posture, threading his fingers together and placing his index fingers to his lips for a moment, before offering his proposition.]

For those of you who know me well, or will not cause trouble in my world... due to my... influence in the government of France, I can always pull some strings and find you a place to live, a job perhaps... in order to give you a better life on Earth. It does not have to be in Paris, it does not have to be in France. Japan, America, or dozens of others will likely be happy to help. I simply thought... some of you may prefer this option, because you cannot go home for one reason or another, but you do not want to stay here.

[He pauses once more, trying to figure out how to word this properly.]

I'm leaving tonight, with Liliane and whatever small things I cannot do without. Anyone who is interested, let me know. And anyone who I know well... if you are staying, or going to your own home world, may I visit you before I go? I simply want to say goodbye.

[The feed then ends.]

therightchoice

[ Jesse has what appears to be a hefty amount of notebooks and textbook on his right side, with him writing down a math-related worksheet. There is a hamster inside a clear plastic ball, hovering ever so slowly. Jesse doesn't seem to notice. ]

I am really behind at school. I told my teachers that I went back in time and that's why I wasn't in school, but they didn't believe me. Some gave me a lot of make-up work plus the work I missed already, and I don't want to talk what I have to do in P.E. I barely got through History, but at least I was able to get a perfect A on an essay about Missionworth.

Mr. Aggerson still doesn't believe me about going to Missionworth even though he gave me that A anyway.

Everyone in my classes keep talking about the GW guy. The one who keeps all the letters to the newspapers? Does anyone know?

mediumdrip

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

mediumdrip

Hey guys!

So Kurt and I are busy with wedding plans. I knew it'd be crazy, but I didn't count on how excited even the little things make me. Picking out colors or looking at napkin designs has been amazing.

Anyway, I wanted to ask for some advise. We're getting to crunch time and I was wondering if anyone had any advise about caterers? Are there some that are particularity good to the Newcomer community? We want to make sure our money goes to people who support our community. It also helps to avoid any issues...

It's a little funny. Back home, we'd have to look for vendors who were okay marrying a gay couple. Here, we have to make sure we don't accidentally wander into a place that hates Newcomers...

Hm, I guess that's not that funny at all actually, but I'm just too happy to care.

[ooc; entry was oocly edited after posting to fix continuity error.]

upstairsbrain

I'm doing some research. [ SURPRISE. ] ... So, uh, if you don't mind, I was wondering. How many people here've gone home for a while and come back? And how many came back, but didn't remember being here before?

I think it'd be interesting to figure out the numbers, if someone hasn't done it already. If it's already been looked into, let me know.

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.

paterelohim

Hi, everybody.

[Sup. Your NVs now have a horrible rotting zombie on them, except about a thousand times more gruesome than those pictures- seriously Walking Dead, with flesh rotting off, part of his cheekbone showing, and a maggot working its way out of his forehead.

Chuck smiles and keeps talking, as if half his jaw isn't gaping open.]

Chuck Shurley here, new manager of Purgatory. I'm here to announce a party on Halloween, at the club. It'll be pretty awesome. Gabriel's redoing the whole inside to make it fit the theme, and it's amazing. We're bringing in musical entertainment from our world - I mean, it'll be an angel thing, but you'll still get to have the full fake NSYNC experience, or whatever.

[He idly tugs on his beard and his thumb pulls through zombie flesh. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Plus, there's transport home provided after dark, if you suck and don't want to take advantage of two-for-one drinks. [Grin. The smile ~~disturbingly~~ reaches his colorless, dead-looking eyes.] Anyone who stays until morning sirens can get a complimentary hangover cure on their way out.

I better see you all there, okay? Happy Halloween!

(OOC: I live in the path of Hurricane Sandy and our neighborhood transformer is a delicate hypochondriac snowflake, so I might wind up slowtagging this for... a few days. Oops. I'll do my best, ilu all.)

killerthighs

So has this past week been a glimpse into what I can expect here in Siren's Port?

infromthecold

[The NV flickers on to show a brown haired man in his late 20’s.]

Now I’m not really up on all this but we’re sure the core isn't some sort of cosmic cube that’s making someone’s nightmares come to life each night? [he pauses for a few seconds.] I realize there’s little change of anyone understanding what I said even if you were from where I am. I really don’t want to have to deal with one of these things. Believe me the last one I ran into was nothing but trouble.

[He leans back his chair face falling out of frame]

I guess I should be happy I missed the involuntarily sex change that seems to be going around. I can take getting relocated at random, having to figure of bra sizes now that sounds stressful.

I don’t think I've had a chance to relax since May of 45. What do people do for fun around here anyway?

aggravating

-before sirens on the 6th-

Hi. [Why look, Siren's Port, this is one very annoyed person on your NV's today. All bruised and bumped and covered in grass stains. The norm of those who just fell through the sky. Again.] I'm Tony Stark. And for those of you who may not have noticed, we've been blatantly kidnapped. I've been told this is, uh, not something new, here? That some people have been living in the magical land of Stockholm Syndrome for years without actually realizing just how bad it is?

[His bullshit meter just hit so high it practically punched a hole through the stratosphere, guys]

I need three things. First, the nearest Starbucks and not whatever coffee equivalent Canada's pushing out. I will practically marry you if you can supply me with a coffee IV drip right now. Second, access to a computer for three days straight. And it cannot be some crappy brick from 1997 that still thinks Internet Explorer is too advanced to run up to speed. Third: information on any and all major businesses that have even the slightest interest in technology advancement.

[He reaches up a hand to rub two fingers against his temple, a headache more than just coming on.] Get to it, Port. And remember: Coffee. First.

in_starvation

( cut for some True Blood spoilers! )

discretion

[A young man's voice, perhaps familiar. Cheerful, but with a great strain and weariness beneath it.]

--I'm sorry everyone, it seems I've been late.

I hope I haven't put anyone out too much.

doeswhathewants

Just a bit boring lately, is it not?

No worries, fair citizens of the Port. Portians. Porters? Either way, entertainment might be- ah- forthcoming.

ofthursday

[Castiel, for those that were a part of the raid on the hunting grounds, seems no worse for the wear after having been shot several times. He also has been acting somewhat innocent, arguing with some people on the network about the morality of prosecuting those involved, but not admitting his own involvement even if he's pretty sure it will come out.

Some of the discussions have prompted his curiosity though, and so he addresses the network in the calm, interested tone of someone who's seen this all before, which ties into his question.]

How many here have witnessed an uprising in their world, or a revolution? How many have been a part of one?

If you are willing to share your stories, what happened?

( [Filtered to Lucifer] )

( [Filtered to Magneto] )

( [Filtered to Sam Winchester] )

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester] )

therightchoice

[ Jesse is in his pajamas the next time he makes a broadcast. He doesn't feel like going outside - and he hasn't ever since he got out of the hunting grounds. Looking downcast but thoughtful, he looks like a completely different person from the boy of earlier broadcasts. He looks a little older and really tired.

Right now he's sitting on his bed, the head of the puppy on his lap, dozing peacefully and blissfully unaware of his master's discontentment. ]

What does it take for you to realize you made a bad choice? Or a right one?

[ It's a sobering question and one that shouldn't be asked in the morning, even if it is late. ]

the_dead_pool2

[The feed opens up to Deadpool just standing outside, just sort of chilling by the ocean]

You know, back at home I've probably dealt with a whole crap ton of situations way worse then the Newcomer hunt, thing was, you could always move around and see some new place after you blew the place up. You know take a little change of scenery or whatever. Good job torching that place folks, about time we gave them the old middle finger salute.

[He gives a little salute then looks at the ocean for a second]

Since I'm feeling generous, and a lot of you folks kind of suck, with the beating people in the face deal, I'll offer free of charge some lessons in the sacred art of kickassfu, of which I am a master.

carryonmywaywardson

[Backdated to this morning.]

[The video belongs to one Ben Braeden. It kicked on with some kid laughing, heavy toned in his voice and so not Ben. It then got tossed to the side, lodged into a tree root, which is half blocking the video.]

[You can see, at a sideways video glance, little Ben. Sitting on the ground, one shoe missing, sock dirty, jeans ripped at the knee and a hand holding his bloody nose, eyes glaring darkly over his hand.]

[Someone can be heard, just barely, laughing. Something else might be a muffled voice (the speaker is in the ground) about “...not your girl, so back off. She doesn’t need no Norm tainting her perfection.” Someone else laughs. “Why not run home and play with mommy? Oh wait, you can’t. You’re stuck here and she’s not. Haha, for the best. She’d be whoring herself to AGI fast I bet--”]

[The words were cut off as Ben suddenly got up, hands grabbing the ground, pulling himself up and dashing off camera. Yeah, someone just got tackled. There’s a few yells of cheering or booing friends (of the other boy) and then a foot can be seen coming in and kicking the device. Turning it off.]

-------

[It comes back on, inside a wooden cabin, and Ben is sitting there, glaring. He thought this was private to Dean, but the NV is faulty right now. He sniffed, rubbing a wrist over his nose. Seems to have been a bit since this was posted.]

You need ta come pick me up. I’m not stayin’ here. [so hard a glare, and he sniffs again, rubbing his poor nose. The scruffy kid glances off to the side and mumbles]

They said they wanna talk to you, or something.

[The video flickers and the screen weaves a bit, then he grumps, tapping it with his hand] Can I just walk home?

[[Feel free to reply to him. He'll reply back while waiting for someone to get him, which could be a while.]]