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[ Good evening, Siren's Port. This may or may not be a familiar face, but tonight, Xigbar stands upon a rooftop, the headquarters of the Xino E. Mao Corporation in the background. He's wearing the black coat this time, as opposed to his more business-like attire, and as he begins his address, there a flames visible somewhere in the distance. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port -- or fellow Newcomers, should I say?

[ He waves a hand, and shadows start forming behind him. ]

Normally, I'd say a little something about AGI or the wonders of corporate power. [ He shrugs. ] But now? [ His smile broadens. ] I'd say it'd be a little dishonest, wouldn't you?

[ Behind him, the tower he once reigned in as CBO erupts in dark flames, and the shadows behind him materialize into a recognizable form. There's three of them, jaws snapping lightly.

Xigbar flashes a demented smile towards the camera. ]

The Darkness is upon us, friends. Let's make use of the time we have left.

[ With that, he shuts off the feed. ]

edge_of_nothing

> Hello?
> How is everyone today?
> What is: good?

> ...???
> Trying to end things with a period?
> Full Stop function: not working?
> Out of order???

[There was a delay as the NV tried to fix things himself. He even tried taking his case to ~~his master~~ Xemnas, but all of the questions led to a near manual shut-down experience.

The messages come back.]

> Julian cannot fix this?
> Override: Not Available???

> someone help me? pls?
> no?

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?

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks highly amused by the three animatronic trolls Tony Stark built and had delivered to the front door of the Uzushio. He's currently perched on the head of one of the three of them with a little grin on his face. He still doesn't know who the anonymous texter was, but he's impressed enough by the end results.]

Best trolling ever.

[He even applauds. That took a fair amount of dedication to follow through with it.]

Thank you, mystery person! They've been a great conversation piece. Getting them inside and setting up a Halloween display in the main lobby took some work, but I like them.

astralling

[Prue starts the video looking serious, hands folded in front of her.]

I have a confession to make.

This gender swap wasn't the Core, or some prankster looking for kicks. It was me. I didn't mean to, but I was experimenting with a shape-shifting spell that I thought had failed, but didn't- it turned out it affected a lot more people than I meant it to.

[She takes a calm breath and looks at her hands for a moment, then back at the camera.]

I want to apologize to everyone affected, especially everyone who thinks it's more traumatizing than fun. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and it won't again. I know exactly where I went wrong to make this happen.

I have tried everything I know how to reverse this. A simple reversal spell, different wording, different spell combinations, I even tried using more than one witch to double the power behind it- and nothing has worked.

[She points at the camera with her folded hands.]

Which is where you come in. I think the longer this spell is in effect, the stronger the magic needed to reverse it. There are all kinds of powers in this city- people with abilities and kinds of magic I've never even seen.

I think if a few of us work together, pool our resources and ideas, we can fix this.

I think I only need two people to help me cast the spell, since three is a powerful number. The stronger you are, the better our chances of making this happen.

If anyone has anything that might help with a ritual, I'd appreciate it. I want to go more outside the box than I have so far.

[Prue takes a deep breath and stops her rambling.]

And don't worry. This isn't gonna last much longer.

charmedson

I know there are people here who can heal others using their abilities.

I was wondering if I could get some help learning how to do the same? Being my father's son should mean that I have the capability to do that but for some reason I haven't been able to figure it out.

I know that the way that you heal will probably be pretty different than what my dad can do, but if you have any pointers? He wrote something that I was able to find thanks to my aunt but it's not unlocking my potential.

If it helps, the healing power I'm talking about is probably similar to something angelic. Does anyone have any experiences that could help?

integrity

[Crowley is bored. Seriously bored. And when Crowley is bored, bad things usually happen.

This is one of those things.

Also, enjoy a small image of Dean Winchester in the shower before the text actually shows up.]

This is the first annual Siren's Port gossip rag.

Don't you have something to get off your chest?

Comment away and let people know how you really feel.

Item 1: What would you do to the man above if you had the opportunity?

LINKS

[ Namedropping ] [ Best/Worst Couples ] [ Love Thread ~~someone got confused~~ ]

ooc: SO BASICALLY EVERYONE IS A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR ENABLING ME TO DO THIS and I thought it would be hilarious for Crowley to sort of do a Siren's Port based hate meme. Kind of like

acj except totally IC and ridiculously fun. Crowley is going to set up little headers (best couple, worst person, most disgusting moose) and you can feel free to comment anon by putting 'ANONYMOUS' in your header. This is all in good fun and not meant to be mean at all and remember, this is meant to be completely in character, so if you have a do-gooder that wouldn't trashtalk, feel free to have them come on in and tell people they're being stupid. :)

rainprism

[The feed kicks on, and .... here's Aqua, dressed for bed, but she's well-covered by a more tasteful night robe. The camera's set up to face her wall desk, and there's a pause as she adjusts the lens before sitting back, settling into the rolling chair and folding her hands neatly in her lap.]

Seems like things are finally getting back to normal ...

[She hasn't heard any other reports or fallout of bodyswapping. Needless to say, it's been ... quite an adventure in self-appreciation to be back to her old self. Dr. Orpheus -- bless that man -- was probably feeling the same way.

Even so, it's taken a while for things to renormalize.]

I hope everyone is alright. I've been thinking, though ...

[Her even gaze lowers somewhat for a moment before she looks back up at the NV.]

This is ... kind of a question for the whole city. Anybody is welcome to answer.

[Clearing her throat.]

If you could find out what happens after you die ... would you want to know? Without having to die first, I mean. ... To know everything. Not just what happens to yourself, but what your friends and family go through, the changes that come about in the world, if there are any.

[Kind of a somber subject, and she wrings her hands once or twice.]

It's only a question, so ... take it with a grain of salt, as they say.

[[ ooc : replies are coming tonight 8/18! sorry for the delay! ]]

aslandish

[ Months have passed since he last addressed the network, and though he himself is well, there are things that trouble him. Today, there is no joyous song for the morning, but rather a solemn address. ]

The worlds are ever-changing. Conflicts arise when choices are made.

Without temperance, there is much to be lost and little to be gained.

Guard yourselves, and be mindful in all things.

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! ]

doctor_mccoy

[Hi, McCoy's at home in his PJ's for once. Some lucky bastard got a day off! And, yes, that's a well earned bottle of bourbon sitting on his desk.

He's using his 'doctor' voice though, very professional, this guy.]

Just in case anyone's interested, we've isolated several toxins produced by many of the common breeds of darkness monsters and cooked up an anti-venom. It's still a work in progress, even with private funding, and not quite thoroughly tested, but still available at Skye and one of our local clinics.

I'm also opening my research to the network before certain parties get their hands on it, i'm sure it's a profitable market, but it won't do any of us a lick of good if it's stuck on the back burner in a lab somewhere. That being said, I could use an extra hand if anyone's got the time or scientific background.

[He starts reaching to switch off his NV before hesitating, frowning... which isn't much different than his usual scowl.]

I don't suppose anyone's heard from Helen Magnus lately? [He doesn't think he struck out badly enough that she won't return his calls, but who knows? He's not exactly smooth with the ladies.]

Attached encrypted file: 88AV-013.pdf

deductives

A hounding color, silver's lesser sister Has a breath along the way, a cease. This public chariot yields a final pause Like Schubert did in older annuals. But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner: And its travels are Frosted in path. So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest. And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]Feel free to solve it yourself.

upstairsbrain

[ Hello, world. Finally, the mop-headed lumberjack makes a visual appearance over the network. ]

Uh... hey. [ There's a tired smile. ] I'm Sam Winchester, I... showed up here pretty recently. I know I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it. Sorry if that ends up being a problem. But, if I knew you before, let me know, and we can get re-acquainted. In the meantime, I guess I'll be looking for a job.

[ And some answers, but that's beside the point. ]

pullsheavendown

[Roxas is kicking back at the just-closed S.S. Kahve tonight, hours after Grellzilla's rampage is over.

All the customers have been shooed out to get home before the siren rings and the darkness spreads, but there's no harm in enjoying an after-shift cup of java.]

So does anyone know what that storm was about earlier? Or...I dunno, some people said it was a monster, but I haven't seen pictures or anything. And there was something about flying cows. [He sounds skeptical. Yeah Keigo, he doubts you.] Whatever it was, I hope people are okay.

Anyway, we had kind of a slow day today—I guess storm-monster-whatevers make people nervous enough they don't want to get jittery on caffeine too. So in the shop we started reading our horoscopes and comparing them and I want to know—are these really real at all?

I know the writer's supposed to have a special power or something, but come on. "You need to climb out of the rut you've fallen into." What if I haven't fallen into a rut, what then? And everyone born around that time supposedly has the same problems? And the rest is really vague. And everyone's got personal problems. It doesn't take a lot of insight to put that in a horoscope.

Has anyone ever gotten anywhere from paying attention to these things and following their advice?

integrity

The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]