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[ Xerxes Break has, once again, "liberated" a black Jaguar convertible, erstwhile property of one Ciel Phantomhive. He's got the top down, despite the weather, and is bundled up in a muffler and seven wooly hats. ]

Apparently it takes a lunatic angel to clear out a children's hospital ward.

[ It's old news by this point, but it's taken him that long to process. ]

Yes, well - everyone needs a hobby.

[ His expression flickers. This act of miracle healing shouldn't affect him; he's a man who lives only for himself, except - he knows these particular children, the ones in the news article. Over the past month or so, he'd visited most days, playing the part of a hospital clown. He had done so purely out of a sense of nostalgia, and because it amused him. And for no other reason. Of course.

...they, at least, deserved their miracle. But as for the other miracle that had happened that day...

But why acknowledge one's feelings when one can simply pretend they don't exist. He forces his features back into a smile; and his voice back into sing-song. ]

Speaking of hobbies… I wonder if anybody could explain this to me, because I really am com~plete~ly baffled! ♥

[ Appended to this post is a link, directing the reader to an account entitled, "The Tumblr Diary of the Most Noble Lord Rufus Barma: Herein Mayest Thou Find Musings of a True and Wondrous Kind. It is notable for its endless reblogs of owl .gifs, punctuated by links to Wikipedia editing arguments ("THOU IGNORANT SWINE, THOU ART WRONG AND THIS IS WHY"), a few pictures here and there of stuffed pheasants and miniature barrels… and a startlingly extensive collection of erotica featuring "mature" ladies. ]

pranksterheir

[John's voice sounds... shaky as he talks, which isn't really normal for him.]

Guys... [He lets out an unsteady laugh.] Guys, you will never guess what just... There was this guy, he said his name was Castiel, and he... I have no idea how he did it, this is crazy, I have to show you guys this. It's really him... It's really really him...

littlepinksuitcase

Good morning, everyone. If we haven't spoken before, my name is Meryl Stryfe, and I want to talk about something I think quite a few of you might be interested in.

It's true that not all the people who live in this city accept newcomers as their fellow citizens, but that doesn't mean we can't help each other. And one of the ways we can do that is the newcomer fund.

For example, if you're a recent arrival or you want to start your own business here in Siren's Port, the fund may be able to help you. There are certain procedures and paperwork to deal with, but nothing too onerous! And if you're doing well and want to help out your fellow newcomers, the fund also takes donations.

Mr. Raul Creed has asked me to start working with the fund on a trial basis, and to start out, I thought it would be best to talk to you all directly! I'd really like to hear from those of you who might make use of the fund, and those who already have, to get a good idea of what your experience was like and see where we can improve—and if you think you might want to apply to the fund and haven't yet, so we know where it's needed most.

Thank you all for listening. I'm really looking forward to working with you!

aslandish

Life is balance.

From the deepest darkness, a world of light was brought forth -- sometimes with words, at other times with song -- and since that moment, the forces of both Light and Darkness have clashed in various times and places.

In the midst of such trials, there are times we lose sight of that which is most precious.

I would encourage you all to cleave to that which you hold dear and remember the purpose for which you stand.

[Action]

[ Disturbed as he rarely is, Aslan wanders the decaying streets, clearing particularly infested areas of the creatures that roam the Darkness. His inner light repels the city's miasma, a golden beacon that illuminates the night.

Any who dare to venture out into the Darkness are welcome to join him at any time. ]

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! Also, for those of you who want to run into Aslan, just list the Sector and general time in the subject line! ]

thebutler_serving

[As the call comes over, Sebastian is shielding his eyes from the rain with a gloved hand, though the stained white material is being soaked through. Walking to the edge of the field, his dark hair is sifting across his face with the afternoon breeze and, lacking a free hand, he disregards it. Even from the vantage point of the video feed, it's clear that his clothing is old-fashioned and what's more, regrettably in tatters. Blood-stained and torn, hardly befitting the Phantomhive butler. He is loathe to come across publicly in this state, but it can't be helped under the circumstances. First thing's first]

My, my.

This is certainly a conundrum.

[Abandoning the call of duty at a crucial time in order to make an appearance here, wherever here that may be... That is certainly Sebastian's second order of business, to begin an inquiry into making sense of his surroundings. That should be quick work. His first priority will be addressed directly]

Young master, I am here.

towerlocked

It should be a good thing, should it not? For someone to return to the world in which they belong. They are going back to friends and family... We should be glad of that. Yet it is still painful to lose that person, because they are your dear friend.

I am glad for the friendships I have made here, however temporary they may be.

faking

[Firstly, Alois is smiling sweetly, looking very much like a darling who's been given flowers.

Secondly, and much more abruptly, he slams a bottle of wine down onto the table, just in front of his NV.

His voice is triumphant when he says,]

Today.

Legal drinking age.

[Cork's off. Feed ends.]

jokesonthem

[So, there was that horror movie marathon the other night? And Reim was tricked into attending. He had never seen a horror movie before this incident, and he never wants to see one again.]

Are these "horror films" really supposed to be entertaining? They're so [.....] troubling. What a strange custom...

[Inside he is weeping.]

How would one go about forgetting ever seeing any?

[That's exactly what he means, but it sounds so lame ugh!! So:]

That is to say, perhaps there are less disturbing customs with which to occupy one's time...?

towerlocked

I was told that "movies" are very similar to the theatre. How do I find these "movies" and how do I watch them?

jokesonthem

[It's been two weeks since Reim arrived, and he's sort of vaguely managed to settle in. Which means the opportunity has arisen to dive headfirst into Modern Technology that will confuse him greatly, of course. At least he knows which way to hold the NV, as he addresses it politely,]

Hello, [beat] city. I've recently arrived, and from a place very much unlike this one, so please excuse my ignorance of proper procedure when I ask-

How would one go about learning to drive a car? Could someone-- if it isn't too much, that is, lessons would be... appreciated. Although I'm afraid I don't have any experience whatsoever.

[Pause. He makes a face.]

Well. I've driven a tank, but...

[But we don't talk about Tank Day. Reim taps his fingers thoughtfully before adding, brightly,]

I am also interested in obtaining some work.

[He gives the NV a little smile, the perfect, practiced smile of a professional who knows when to be extra nice.]

Of course, any assistance will-- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP [--be interrupted by the very sudden sound of an alarm going off on his NV (accidentally set without his knowledge, oops), which makes him shout and drop the thing--it lands on his toes, he yelps again, and it turns itself off when it hits the floor.

Flawless first impressions.]

veryuseful

[Although Sharon has been in the Port for a while she has only just gotten around to working this strange device for mass communication. Behold! The dainty smile of one Sharon Rainsworth, mostly on center. She's an all around small thing and dolled up in a very fancy Victorian dress.]

Hello. I apologize for taking up your time with such small talk but I've been dreadful at going out and meeting new people. Aha, if you can call this going out. It's an interesting little device, no? The technology of this land never ceases to surprise me! It's so different than what I am used to. I've become particularly taken with the device called a television. There are so many interesting stories, I could hardly tear myself away-

Oh! [A gloved hand rises to rest on her cheek in a worried expression. Luckily, she didn't get hit with all that techno rebellion or she would have a whole different opinion on it.]

Here I am going on and on about such silly things and I haven't even introduced myself. How rude of me! I am Sharon Rainsworth and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Potentially make your acquaintance? I am going to have to practice at this.

Well, either way, I hope we can be good friends. Maybe even enjoy a chat over tea later and talk about things! That would be wonderful. Taa taa for now!

[She sounds frighteningly chipper like a kid who is trying to hold back their excitement from getting presents early. The entire rambling ordeal is spoken just a tad too fast giving her away despite all the polite speech.

Sharon waves cutely at the screen and only fumbles for a second before turning off the feed.]

upstairsbrain

Ouch. [ Sam winces as he comes onscreen, and the NV flickers a bit, as if it can't decide whether or not to work. ] Anyone else having tech problems? Maybe mine's just faulty, but... I dunno. It's shocked me a bunch of times in the past hour. And this is the third time I've tried to send out this call.

[ Sigh. He's supposed to be the nerdy one. Dean will never let him live this down. ]

[private to Prue:]
Hey. I wanted to check up, see how you're doing. Some of our kitchen stuff is on the fritz, too, so... if you'd like to grab lunch sometime soon, that'd be alright with me. [ There's a half-smile. ]

wolfgirl

No! I don't want anything to do with any of you! Leave me alone! [ A scuffle can be heard in the background, along with a few almost feral growls from the girl herself. ] What did you do with that damned iron woman? I almost had her! Let go!

[ Someone, presumably a greeter, can be heard in the background trying to explain to her what's happening. Shortly after, their protests, and the swish of a blade through the air. ] Get away!

[ There's a clatter, very loud, as she's restrained and the crystal falls to the ground. The feed fizzles out. ]

knowledgably

[ The feed begins with s i l e n c e , stillness. Pictured is a room of one of the newcomer apartments, but with no one in sight!

Except for-- Is that a teacup moving into view?, you might wonder. It is, except it isn't, as you'll discover when a big bald head with wiiide saucer-like eyes creeps up beneath it! It's actually a hat that acts as a teacup, but that's probably far from your mind now with the way those empty black eyes seem to be staring into your soul.

And then it happens. With a twitch of its white mustache, it finally - and very suddenly! - speaks up, voice booming. ]

SAL~U~TATIONS, DENIZENS OF SIRENS PORT!

[ Throwing his stubby little arms up with exuberance, he floats back and away from the camera a good couple of feet. He is now available for view in all of his meatbun-like glory, suspended in mid-air. ]

I am Duke Rufus Barma, as I pray thee be formerly aware! I intend to seek audience with anyone that doth originate from the world of mine own - who is't familiar with the city of Reveille, the Four Great Dukedoms, and perhaps even Sablier!!

[ His cheeks swell somewhat, and he begins to go a bit red in the face ]

I have a great many questions that require answering! 'Tis vital that I update my information! [Bobbing up and down, his feet kick and arms wave about. ] IT IS OBSOLETE!

OBSOLEEEETE!

[ Rufus hurls himself off-camera, and bounces off the ceiling! Then the floor, a table, a wall--! All the while, he's echoing a string of "I hate iiit! Hate hate HATE hate H A T E !! OBSOLETE!!" until he flies forward and HITS the screen, shutting off the feed automatically. ]

jokesonthem

[It takes him a while to figure out the NV. (In fact, it takes him a while to realize he has it, busy as he is searching for somewhere to wash the dirt off his face, pacing back and forth a lot, and laying down to will his wounds to stay closed.) He has, in truth, not a clue how it works, except that it seems to respond to his touch. He has poked tentatively through network broadcasts and determined the meaning of "video," the only command the thing offers he doesn't recognize--although he hesitates about touching that command, himself. He is dissheveled and in his pajamas and looks quite rattled, in his opinion, which surely is too embarrassing to show complete strangers.

... But maybe they would have some sympathy for him if they could see his face. He turns on the video...

...giving everyone a lovely view of his nightshirt's collar and the lower half of his face. There is a plaster on his cheek, and some wrapped bandages visible crossing his collarbone.]

Well, is this thing working? [He taps the screen sharply, then holds the NV a bit farther away, which puts the rest of his face (and more bandages!) in view-] How am I supposed to tell--oh, is that me in the corner?

[Serious time, Reim. He squares his jaw and regards the NV with his best business face.] My name is Reim Lunettes. I would like to request several things, if I may: information, something to write with, and-- c, clothes.

[He mumbles the last part. This is humiliating...]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

[He nods, and his eyes dart around in the typical manner of someone who has no idea how to find the 'stop' button, but he gets it eventually, and just before he finally presses it he adds (an afterthought, his voice climbing out of its calm tone and becoming decidedly freaked out by the end):]

If--If there is anyone here who knows me, please come and find me!!

[oh wow this is so embarrassing he has to go FEED CUT]

southernreaper

Uh.

[He looks more than a little sheepish. See, he wasn't paying attention, when he started this - yesterday (sorry, Dr. Banner.) and he's just now realized what he's done...]

I know there's a lot o' folk out there who dunno how t'cook or jus' ain't got no time.

[He's REALLY awkward. Especially since, after the cookout, he'd thought he got it all out of his system.]

So, um, well...

[He turns the camera and shows the Port his kitchen.

There are pies, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and stuff that look like badly made scones (they are badly made scones, he's still working on those) over every single surface of the kitchen. Some are cooling on the stove, the chairs and the kitchen table are covered. So are the counters.

Then, he pans into the living room. Mimsy is asleep on the couch. She twitches a bit, but doesn't move as Kevin shows the one table from the barbecue that's also got desserts on it.

Kevin has a problem. A tasty, tasty problem.]

If'n anyone wants some? They're welcome t'em. I'm gonna limit folks t' one dessert a piece, but if'n ya want some, lemme know? I cain't fit 'em all into the freezer.

Umm, Sorry, Dr. Banner. I'll clean up the kitchen.

jackblocking

[Some of you might just know, or have met one blond-haired little brat by the name of Oz. Some of you may have even had to bear the brunt of his teasing or his amusement, and some of you might just be able to say he's your friend.

But have any of you ever seen him dressed like his partner in crime?

Because guess what? Now you can, when 'Oz' tosses 'his' NV onto the dresser in Alice's room and steps back, executes a light little spin step that sends the long red coat out, billowing around him. He's also wearing Alice's cute little black micro-mini skirt and white shirt... and the whole thing is topped off with her black and white heeled boots - though he does kick his feet out a few times with a frown.]

Why are his feet so big? They don't fit properly!

[He makes another face, then sticks his tongue out at himself in the mirror - right before he reaches back and, unhesitatingly, seems to rid himself of a wedgie.]

Ugh! And what's with these weird undergarments?! Gah, but at least now my legs aren't trapped. How can they wear pants all the time? Those things are so itchy!

inthejunk

[Hey, Portians. Yosuke is done hiding behind the voice function, seeing that his face isn't uglied up that badly these days. In fact, if you ignore the big cast on one arm, he looks pretty much like the usual old Yosuke. Albeit, he hasn't touched up the roots of his hair (oh look, he's a brunette after all) which is definitely weird for him, he looks cheerful enough.]

[You've missed these up the nose shots while he finds the camera angle he likes, admit it.]

Hi, everyone.

I wanted to thank the people who helped with the Open Mic night, and everyone who turned up for it too of course. It was a pretty good success! Because some money was made, I have good news to announce.

The Cat's Eye will be open now every Tuesday and Saturday, all day long. Our manager Raul Creed-san isn't available for comment, but I promise you that I'm the executive type of dishwasher, and I'm authorized to make this sort of declaration.

We wanted to kick off this Saturday with a special menu, but since we haven't found a cook yet we might need to take a rain check for that. But I promise I make really great coffee, and our beautiful barmaid Nill-san will keep your glasses full.

Um, about that. Does anyone have some cooking experience? If you don't mind...let's say "growing with a business" it should be a great second job! I promise, the boss isn't a huge jerk.

Anyway, besides that there was one thing. I uh...I guess I need to learn a few things about accounting and that sort of stuff. Since I haven't finished high school, and I don't really want to, is there a way not to bother with university? Aren't there some technical schools around, maybe? That way I don't have to waste time learning.

...Extra things, I mean. Uh.

Thank you for your time! And we appreciate your continued business while we find out feet again.

[He'll just finish this with a bright "Thanks for Shopping at Junes!" smile. Yeah, that should do it.]

madeinoblivion

[The camera adjusts, and Ciel Phantomhive looks...distinctively disheveled. Bedheaded, shirt untucked, and ... is he sitting backwards on that tea table chair, legs straddled, straining his poncy boyshorts? No stockings today? No shoes, either?

Despite this, he's found the most outlandishly feathered top hat to perch on his head, and addresses the network with a farcical, overly-affected accent]

Hallo, Siren's Port! And my, what a lovely day it 'tis!

Of course, it's probably lovelier for me than you, because I get to live in a huuuuge house and have servants take care of ALL of it for me, since dust makes me sneeze, and cats make me sneeze, and I get sick if I do any work at all, and I'm probably too weak to lift up a broom, even if I wanted to.

[And he takes an overly delicate sip of lemonade, from a teacup, pinky out. Mid-way through the sip, he sputters with laugher, and quickly shoves the china cup and saucer aside.]

So I know what you're all thinking- Who IS this dreadful body-pirate, and what has he done with the Ciel we all know and laugh at behind his back?

Well I'm here to tell you that's all a pack of lies!

I'm Little Lord Fancy-Pants, and I'm here to tell you all that I sleep in a frilly light purple nightgown, and all the little shorts in my closet are so tight I'll probably sound like a pinched little girl for the rest of my life!

(By the way, if you stop by Funtom Toys today, and buy anything from the bakery or the twee selection of dainty nursery amusements, Gilbert will throw in a free breakfast scone. Which I'm sure you can use for a doorstop or a paperweight, or something sort-of useful?)

[His voice flattens somewhat, with a roll of his eyes, as he drops into a more comfortable slouch with his arms folded over the back of the chair.]

And seriously. This whole lousy business has already happened to four of my friends now, and it's not funny anymore, so we need to get our hands on whatever's been doing this and stop it before anyone else is forced to be stuck as a sissy-boy without any kind of warning.

[Privated, to his own NV. Weird.]

...and hey, Teabags. I know you're probably listening, all totally horrified. Don't wet my pants or my bed. Do yourself a huge favor and don't kill yourself being me, okay? Or I'll ruin your life.

Go bug Riku, if you really need a protip figuring out how to function with two eyes, darkness, and actual muscles. Don't make any of the girls upset, or I'll come right over there and sock you in my own face.

There's probably a stone in your pocket. It could be still full of my soul somehow. Don't you dare lose it, and take it away from my body, or something horrible will happen to both of us.

maddeninghatter

[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]

I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.

[ It isn't his car. ]

So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.

[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]

I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?

[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]