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Seriously though after coming back from the past and all i am appreciating the internet more than ever. Cameras too

Darling right?

( not an ic cut )

Portraits were so much more tedious in the time I come from. because of the whole history thing, I've been thinking about that... even if we hate things, we have the internet now.

I got a callback from a job, yesterday afternoon. 'My new boss' said that because I'm new here (which fuck you I've had three birthdays here is it my fault you're ancient and think years don't count for anything? No, it's not) I only have one slip-up before I'm fired. I'm only working there for the discounts. I hope she doesn't think she scares me. I guess they get busy round Valentines Day though so she needs the help. My stupid maid isn't going to come back but if she did she'd really be in for it since it's her fault it's come to this. What a class act. [He won't even breach the subject of his butler.]

That said how is the working class treating you all these days?

asano_san

[There are three things that are notable about this post.

1. Keigo is looking frantic, even for him.

2. He has an impressive zit on the end of his nose.

3. The bit of background scenery showing behind his head looks like the point where a roof meets the sky.]

Guys?

GUYS?!

What's happening to me? I'm not supposed to fly!

oujomerchant

[Behold, Siren's Port, for Alouette is making her first appearance upon the network. Why? Because today she feels she has something to show off today. The video opens with a shot of the young girl standing in a hallway, adorn in a violet dress and looking pleased as punch. She speaks, of course, with a french accent.]

Bonjour, everyone, I am Alouette Emeline Mercier Bouchard! As of late I have been getting quite caught up in the holiday spirit. However, before I reveal my decorations, I have come to realize that I have a bit of a.. Problem. Perhaps someone here can answer.
[She looks a bit troubled.] You see in the world where I am from our calender is different. I was born on the thirty fourth day of the twelfth month, and it has come to my attention that there is no thirty fourth day this month. Or any month, why one even only has twenty-eight days! Really, what am I supposed to do about that? Does this mean I am going to have to be fourteen forever?

Normally I would not have a problem with this, but if I had to be stuck at a particular age, I really would prefer it be sixteen.

[Alouette is lost a moment in thought, then jumps as if she had awoken from a daydream.]

Ahem! W- Well enough of that. People of Siren's Port, prepare to feast your eyes upon a four day project from the mind of a fourteen year old racing genius!

[She holds her NV out and away from her as she pushes the doors open, revealing a ballroom. Or, rather, an upside down ballroom, the chandeliers are all pointing upward.]

Oh la la la!! [beat] la la!!

[In shock the NV is dropped, conveniently left pointed upward to show a toy race-track that covers half of the ballroom floor, with all sorts of twists, turns, loop the loops as well as many little toy decorations of trees, snow mounds, reindeer, candy canes and elves to give the appearance of the 'north pole'.]

Wh- Wh- WH- WH- WHAT IS GOING ON!! How? WH- [Completely flustered, there is only one person she can think of to blame for this madness!]

R- RECEEEETTE!!!!

ibreakrules

[It's been almost a week since Frau returned to the Port, though most of those days were spent unconscious in a hospital. While he's obviously awake now, he still doesn't look like his usual energetic self. There aren't any physical injuries, but the exhaustion and lingering pain are clear on his face and in his eyes.]

For those of you that know me, and knew I was sent home, I'm back. I remember everything about being here before too.

Teito says I wasn't gone all that long. Either way, I probably missed a lot of work. Chuck, Jinx, Gabriel... I hope I still have a job. Of course if I do, I'm going to need to ask for another few days off.

[He doesn't give an explanation for why. The last thing he wants to do is admit that he was almost killed at home and pulled back here only inches from death. It's not even something he wants to think about, though it's weighing heavily on his mind. He can't help it. So many new revelations have been made known to him, and most of them aren't good.]

I thought that once I got my memories back here and realized I'd known everything that happened at home was going to happen would ease some of the pain, but I guess not.

[Frau doesn't even realize that slipped out.]

motioned

So... If there was someone special to you, really special, and you wanted to get them something just as special for Christmas, but you didn't really know what they would like, how would you think of something? I can't really ask, they'd just tell me to forget about it and not waste my money. I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, and I'm going shopping soon, so if you're my friend and you're listening to this, please tell me what you'd like!

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.]

madeinoblivion

Munny, Munny, Munny....

[Ooh. Someone sounds like he's in a foul temper, grumbling into the NV. A jangling of silver bells grows distant, and wind whips over the NV speaker. Joe's breathing heavily into it too, huffing as he heads home at a brisk walk.]

They say it makes this whole world go around. [And then he growls flatly, in self-pitying irritation] Well guess who's going absolutely nowhere.

They cut my worktime in half at the stadium, because some Hockey star's spoiled rotten kid on the Sector Six Saints wants to have his own job. So I'm training somebody to be my own replacement, and making half as much now! They said I could go back to hawking sodas in the stands, but they couldn't pay me tech wages for concessions. Well! What a thank-you!

[An acrid laugh turns into another bitter mumble.]

...I shouldn't have gotten fresh with my manager, but... I guess I'll ...just call him in the morning and say sorry. Sorry, I really can't afford to quit. Does anybody have any advice for that? Like should I have Xion bake a cake, or just come crawling back like a kicked dog?

(...at least I won't have so many presents to buy this year.)

Does anyone know any place that are hiring newcomers for decent pay? Someplace that's not on AGI or SERO's lists. Or...I don't know, some... holiday party coming up, they need a DJ for? I'm really running kinda low on my luck here.

[Another low, disgusted snort] Pretty soon we'll be taking food boxes from those creepy people at the Jenova church basement again.

his_own_will

[ he frowns into the camera ] This doesn't make any sense. Why would you want to let a fat man carrying a bag of toys into your house in the middle of the night after the sirens have gone off? Wouldn't that just ruin the darkness protection on your house?

Oh, and why do you call it Christmas? Can't it just be a winter festival?

[ because other then the creepy fat man in red and the constant badgering to spend his money, Christmas didn't really sound like a bad holiday. He liked gifts! He liked giving gifts. He just didn't see why this Christ fellow had be dragged into it as well. Honestly, it almost sounded like something straight out of a horror book, or will be by the time Oz is through dissecting it. ]

likepaleglass

[There's that man again on the screen. That one you can almost smell through the electronics, though that's a complete impossibility. (Lavender today, by the way.) The apartment behind him, obviously Newcomer-standard, is in the beginnings of what will become a fine shambles, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, a banana peel draped elegantly over the edge of a garbage pail, and everywhere books -- books upon books and scraps of metal and odds and ends that aren't even quite identifiable. In the midst of it, Howl is impeccably clean and groomed as always, with not even a wrinkle.]

An introduction seems in order. I am the Wizard Howl Pendragon, conjuror and constructor of magical artifacts, creator of curses, cantrips, and charms from the large to the small in scale. Need to win a duel or your worst enemy's hair to fall out? Find me. In need of your one-bedroom flat to become a 5-bedroom palatable estate? Call upon me. Fees are negotiable.

[A release of breath, and he nudges back his hair.] I usually rely on word of mouth, but considering the circumstances, it seems I am my primary advertiser.

[A pause.]

I'd also like to know more about this Core -- and its record. The library hasn't been as helpful as I would like.

summing_it_up

[Here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. It looks like he just got back in from a long day of work. Or something.]

Well. I guess everyone's been busy lately, huh?

[Don't mind him. He also has a dragon sprawled across his lap.]

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.

faking

I'm sure she didn't have any friends or anything, because she was a fucking bitch and no one could possibly like her and no one had any reason to at all in the first place, but Hannah Anafeloz went home or off to die or whatever the hell she felt like doing that wasn't here. This is a useless fucking announcement and no one's going to give a shit about it or her anyway, but I thought it appropriate to at least say a couple of words about her absence, seeing as how it'll affect at least a couple of people negatively, fucking selfish slut that she is. That she was. Pretty awful maid to make me go around and do something like this, but I guess it can't be helped. What's done is done.

I guess we can close the book on that, now.

likepaleglass

[A man’s voice, louder than it should be.]

Sophie! SOPHIE.

[A man flickers into view on camera. He’s decidedly handsome, well-groomed and dressed, a blue jewel hanging from one ear. One might almost be able to smell a whiff of hyacinth perfume. For a moment he turns the NV over and around in his hands until the viewer just gets a jumble of him – flashes of hair and hands and eyes that are strangely pale, green, reflective like glass. Finally the window comes to rest on him again, and he is glaring.]

Never hire a cleaning lady. If they come nosing their way into your life, boot them out the door, as you value your sanity.

[Hard to say if he knows he’s talking to you. In all honesty, it probably doesn’t matter. He pushes the hair back from his face, handsomely perturbed.]

All right, since there seems to be no immediate way back: I’ll need the nearest junkyard. Preferably magical. Non-magical will do in a pinch, though I’ll have to recreate my notes.

Also: A book of poetry. Promptly.

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.]

pranksterheir

jade?
dave?
where are you guys??
i'm in some city called siren's port in canada.
no clue how i ended up here.
is this the new session???
i couldn't have been asleep for two whole years, that's just crazy.
the last thing i remember was jade chasing jaspers and making me run into the wall after they both went through it...
btw, thanks a lot, jade, you totally ruined my birthday cake!
jk, i don't care about that, haha. there were tons of other ones...
but i could use a towel since i have cake all over me now.

[OOC: Please let me know if you'd like me to drop the colored font!]

seclusion

Um, hello! I mean, 'good morning!' I wanted to say hi...

Oh, and a couple of other things, too. Well, I went out front a little bit ago. It was pretty nice! The weather here is a bit nippy, but... [He sighs, refreshed-sounding, and there's a little tapping noise like - like he might be patting his cheeks.] It feels good on my face. I should probably find a coat, though... Oh, anyway, while I was out, I found some birds, I think four of them, hopping around on their little bird feet. [He laughs.] At least, I thought they were birds, but while I was feeding them some soda crackers, this old lady came out nearby and said, "Don't feed those! They'll never leave!" [His imitation of the woman's voice is gravelly and probably awful.] I asked her, "Do you want them to leave?" and she said, "They're rats on wings!"

Wow. I didn't even know that rats could have wings. I think rats are okay, but I guess I can see she wouldn't want them around, and they're probably good enough at finding food on their own. Still, I was really surprised, rats on wings! There wasn't anything like that at home. So it really made me think...

I decided that I wish I could know about all these worlds. All these lands and cities, and birthplaces and homes. There are so many more than I ever thought I'd wonder about. My home is on a plain, with rocks and plants and I think trees, and some flowers, and a wide, wide sky overhead. There aren't any people around for a while; it's just my house, that's all. But this is such a big city, and I realized that a lot of you probably came from those, or came from places by the sea, or in deep forests or on high mountains. I thought that was amazing. My butler's read to me about places like this, but just because I tried to sniff the salt shaker doesn't mean I know what it's like to smell the sea air. [He's laughing again, a short sound with a lot of mirth.]

And I also know that some of you came from places that are very dirty or sad... Burned down places or places without plants. I mean, I don't know that for sure, but I bet it's true. Still, even a place like that... People are born there, so they're places full of life. Um, maybe I'm just getting a lot of perspective here or something! But there are a whole lot of lives and they're all crashing into each other here and now. Isn't that so weird? But cool!

I thought I was going to make a better point than this, but I didn't end up doing it. I guess the best thing I can say is a question:

If you don't mind, would you have a little bit of time to tell me a picture of a place you like? Thanks for listening!

capitalism_ho

[A young girl's face is on the NV display, and she's positively beaming. Something has put her in such a great mode that she just has to share it with everyone.]

So, you know those neat powers that people get when they arrive here? I have figured out what mine is! It is the bestest ability ever. I...

[She pauses for dramatic effect.]

I can find kitty cats! No matter how much they try to hide, no cat can hide from me!

[She raises her arms over her head in triumph, leaving them as she continues to speak.[

..Oh, and I think I can find stuff other then cats, too. But mostly cats. Because cats are fluffy and I love them lots. So...umm, if you need to find a cat, or I guess other stuff, I might be able to helpify you.

blondejokes

[ Two weeks hadn't felt that long at all. It was as if she had woken up after being knocked out, no longer covered in cuts and scratches, back in the baseball diamond once more in the middle of the night. She's been sitting at the top of a rooftop somewhere in the third sector for the past two hours, hugging her knees to her chest. She doesn't want to go back to her apartment. She wants to go home, her real home. ]

Ugh, a day later and it still feels like I just arrived. I'm glad that thing is gone now, but like Dani said, its owner is still out there. Don't be an idiot out there. [ If only Chouji and Shikamaru were here. Team ~~Ino~~ 10 could take the jerk down.

And next, in her native tongue (konohanese or whatever) ~~too tired to lock~~: ] Are you three still here?

hybrid_prodigy

I guess it's getting to be that time of year, huh? I've never really understood people liking to be scared, even if it actually turns out to be harmless.

[A black cat yawns beside him and blinks sleepily in his direction before curling up again.]

Things always seem to get weird around here during the holidays. And maybe in more dangerous ways around this one. I hope nothing too bad happens in the next week or so.

[Bashful rubbing at the back of his head, here.] Ah, I didn't mean to be a downer or anything. Sorry. Anyway. I'm not sure I'm in the mood for it this year. Wouldn't even know what to go as, really. [Because you shouldn't do the same thing two years in a row, right? And things from home are still a little painful right now.]

So what's everyone planning to be up to this Halloween? Even if I'm not doing it, it's still nice to hear about.

Current Mood: bored

achillesreborn

[The video feed is brief. It shows a blonde man with a handsome, statuesque face, staring down his not-inconsiderable nose at the NV. His blonde hair is pale against his olive-toned skin, and his grey eyes are sharp. His expression is one of serene calm.]

Well.

[His deep baritone is quiet, calm. He raises an eyebrow at the NV.]

Quite the upgrade. Hopefully, the GPS function still works.

[With these words, he cuts the feed.]