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So.

[ He's speaking a little slowly, the bitterness properly enunciated in the slight tipsy slur to his voice. ]

… You know. I wasn't going to think anything of it, I have way better things to be working on and thinking about, but the more I think about it the more it's really burning me up. I mean, I really wasn't going to think anything of it but then--

[ He clicks his tongue and pauses to take another sip of whatever he's drinking. ]

I think that's really great. Really. My dad never remembered my birthday and he always blamed it on the leap year, but -- but my birthday's the twenty-eighth, that's just bullshit, right? I -- I, um -- it's so stupid, I don't even know if they remember either because I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be dead--

[ There's a clink as something breaks, and apparently spills as well. ]

Oopsie. What was I saying? Oh -- no, the worst part is I forgot about my birthday too! [ He laughs a little, quiet and forced and slightly whimpery. ] Usually Liz says it to me in the morning, but…

'm not sure what I'm trying to say actually. I'm just giving myself a headache.

beenwaitinglong

[Diego sits on his couch, looking over a rather large stack of paperwork set on the end table to his left. In front of him, the coffee table holds six white ceramic mugs, all in addition to the one mug he is sipping out of.]

February has that way of changing the scenery-- a little dimmer than January, but a bit easier to navigate than the hustle and the bustle of the holidays. A white carpet, tinged gray, rolled out on the way to spring.

[...whatever that means. He takes a sip.] Quite a few new souls floating around our little corner of paradise, lately. Such a gathering from different worlds and times... so I figured I might as well make an introduction just in case anybody was confused.

[A timed, dramatic pause.] Prosecutor Diego Armando. And I'm the man you'll be pleading with eventually if you run afoul of the law around here.

[He sits up, gesturing to the massive stack of papers beside him.] This is what it looks like on my end when Newcomers get themselves in trouble. If I find your name on my desk, you're lucky-- you're not going to be ground to pieces by the system that hates you because of where you come from. I'll grant you a fair trial.

But that's all I'll grant you. I don't do favors, and I don't go easy. I especially don't want to see your name on my desk. You play nice, you stay out of trouble and mind the law-- however unfair you may feel it to be. If you need clarification, you can ask me or any other lawyer crawling around the city and we'll be happy to give you an explanation. And we won't even charge you for it.

[He grins, then sips from his coffee cup, long and lovingly. As he finishes the gulp he lowers the mug, swirls it once or twice and seems to be... communing with it as he swallows.]

On a more pleasant note, I've ground up a fresh batch of Blend #33, "The Black Rose of Passion." It's a dark roast, sublime in body, bitter and sweet all together with a finish of rose hips and cinnamon. Fine in an affogato, beautiful au lait, or perfect pitch black and pure-- a shadowy mistress as tender as a kitten and sharp as a knife... not unlike romance. Ha...!

If you're looking for a last-minute offering for a certain holiday tomorrow, I'm selling 20-ounce bags for a meager $10 each. Let me know if you're interested.

[A pause, then he glances at the camera and his smile quirks.]

Though you will follow the instructions I include with the bag, or you might as well brew a cup of dirt.

rapturescreed

[Raul actually found himself not minding the whole time line issue. There was something to be said for having the same thing to do every day, and a routine to follow through. He's at the Community Center this time, though.]

As we all know, it is once again February 2nd, 2012. At this point, we can clearly see that things are not going well. Yes, Newcomers have been able to fix some problems, but more problems have also been caused because of us.

We need to fix this. I know there are many of you out there who have been theorizing on ways to help fix the Core. It's time to get together and figure things out. I have contacted the Governor Townshed, and he has agreed to meet with a small group of Newcomers, so we can explain the situation to him.

[Pauses.] I, personally, do not believe we should help the Port for free. But I am asking for others to aid me in explaining to the governor what we need to do. And I can say now, those among us who have been trying to figure out a way to fix the Core? You will be needed, and soon.

If those who wish to help could start grouping at the Newcomer Community Center, we'll be going to the Governor's office before sirens.

cheerhealer

[ The video starts at an angle, propped up against something but, due to her height, she's still more or less at eye level with it. Her hair is up in a bun, her bangs styled neatly over her forehead. Her current temp job would run for a few more days, until the permanent secretary came back from an unplanned vacation. Her outfit was simple, nothing that would stand out in a normal office. Which, thankfully, this was. ]

It's been a pretty interesting start to the year so far, I'd say. Getting snowed in at the mall, homicidal robots, and that bomb at the apartments. It's amazing how people can go to work the next day like nothing happened.

And expect others to do the same. I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this 9 to 5 thing. [ She gives a half-assed smile at the half-assed joke. Not her actual hours, just more of a general work comment. She's cool. ]

But I guess I should be lucky to have a job, no matter how boring it is. Even if answering phones is the last thing I thought I'd be doing here. [ But damn it all, she needs money bad enough for it to be something she'd do. ]

[ voice | filtered to peter petrelli | ridiculously easy to hack ]

Peter, where are you? I really need to talk to you. [ ~~On the off-chance he'd even see this.~~ After what happened with Shika, she's been worried that he'd been caught by SERO. ]

doeswhathewants

[The video kicks on and Loki is sitting cross legged on a roof, view of buildings in the background behind him, the NV is propped up so the view is at an angle. The hood of his zip front sweatshirt pulled over his face, casting a shadow. Green eyes fairly glow from under the shade of that hood. He's smiling and it's just a bit sharp, a bit smug as he carefully plucks up and eats a blue M&M from a bowl of entirely blue M&M's, a can of Redbull held loosely in his right hand.]

Blizzard.

Rather inconvenient. [The smile grows more sly.] For some people, anyway.

For others, well, perhaps it is better that some of us are on the straight and narrow. [A grinning pause] Mostly.

[He pops another blue M&M into his mouth, chewing silently while he considers]

Boring, boring, boring. The walls are closing in. You know what happens then? Some real fun. Not yet, but soon. You'll know when it starts.

kal_el

[If Superman seems a little agitated, pausing after every sentence or so to touch his eyes, its because he's spent the last few days melting snow and seeing no sun. His eyes hurt, and he has a splitting headache; strangely enough extended use of heat vision hurts.]

I would like to remind people that while the risks caused by the snow seem to have passed, there are dangers inherent to its melting that some might not expect, especially if they're not used to this kind of weather. Watch out for flooded drains especially, and be careful if the temperature suddenly drops below zero again, because all this water might turn to ice.

Maybe that seems a little obvious, but there's places in the world where you never see rain, let alone snow, and if there's one thing we can agree on it's that this world isn't like the ones we came from. I've certainly never seen it rain shards of ice before.

[A pause here; he rubs his eyes a little longer this time, then smiles his most boyscout smile.]

It's been a while since the last time I spoke to the network like this, so allow me to introduce myself to those of you who don't know me. I'm known as Superman, and night or day, if you happen to find yourself in danger you can call on me. Just call out loud, I'll hear you no matter where you are, and I'll come just as fast as I can. I save people, that's what I do. So please don't hesitate.

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( Audio; Private to Bruce Wayne )