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[ An NV with a very erratic video feed turns on, almost as if someone's been… tossing it up in the air. When he catches it, a Doctor comes into view along with something else. Could it be? Is it a bird? A plane?

No. It is a PEGASUS! ]

Good. It's working.

[ Now, he has mixed feelings about all of this. On one hand, he was rather fond of Caster and for her to just be gone… But on the other… he puts on his best smile for all of the Port to see. ]

Everyone, say hello to Roranicus! [ and then a brief pause while he whispers something that is sure to bring fury to one person in particular.

But, not to worry. This time, he totally has it all covered. ]

Amy. I was thinking he could come round for tea every Tuesday. I'd ask the TARDIS too, but I already know what her answer will be.

[ Come to think of it, he sort of knows what Amy's answer will be too.

But none of that matters, does it? He has a pegasus named Roranicus.

Even some of the more… complicated things don't seem quite so… complicated. ]

gaveherwings

Hello. Fellow newcomers? I'm in need of some practical advice-

[A breath. This is less the tone of a confident doctor, and more like a young man teetering on the brink of anxiety, but holding his voice together at a steady calm.]

What are the appropriate channels, besides calling it in to law enforcement, to best go about securing yourself from identity theft? I've...never had to recover from losing anything like this before, and I'm uncertain what steps I should take from here-

I seem to have somehow misplaced something very important: Photo IDs, keys, my debit, a portable storage drive, and a panicalarm device which- its GPS is apparently disabled. (So much for that being anything of use)

I've been retracing my steps for almost two hours now, and I just can't figure out quite how, or when- [Uncertainty clouds his tone for a moment, as he mutters mostly to himself](It's odd I could even get so far without realizing it was missing- my lanyard is something I feel rather... naked without.)

So If anyone's had any experience dealing with this before, in the contemporary system- I'm at an honest loss here, asking the network. Normally it's something entourage simply wouldn't allow to happen, but.... What would you do?

And how would you go about even beginning to locate something potentially stolen, in a city this large and under poor surveillance, which can't easily be replaced?

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks mildly grumpy. He's rapidly reaching the conclusion that he dislikes human holidays - except for Halloween. Halloween is acceptable. This holiday that focuses on love and romance? That's not. Of course, it doesn't help that he's not only not capable of those emotions, but that being in the presence of them makes him feel nauesous. Still, he has to maintain his innocent act. Fortunately, he's noticed that some boys who are as young as he appears to be don't think much more highly of this holiday than he does.]

What do people do when they don't celebrate Valentines' Day and don't want to be around people who do?

[He's going to make sure he's well away from the Uzushio Ryokan tomorrow. That much is certain. But he is open to suggestions.]

I want to get away from all this...

[He tries to remember the exact wording he heard other children using for a second before it comes to him.]

...mushy stuff.

integrity

So.

[Crowley is in his apartment, carefully turning something over in his hand. It's a silver knife -- and Crowley is wearing gloves so it doesn't burn him -- but why he has such a thing is beyond anyone's guess. Maybe Crowley just feels like being particularly creepy today. Who knows. Who gives a shit. Not Crowley, that's for sure.]

I thought someone had been feeding my dog something particularly disgusting, as apparently she's gained something of a fanclub within the Port, because she's gained weight. And not only has she gained weight, but she's been eating copious amounts of small fuzzy kittens lately, which is putting a damper both on my budget and my carpet.

Unfortunately, that isn't the case, because some insipid insect within the Port has decided it would be funny to impregnate my dog. Now --

[Crowley will just allow the importance of that statement to fall upon the ears of his loyal and adoring public for a moment before he continues speaking.]

Whoever did this has two options. They can speak now or forever hold their peace. Either way, their eyeballs will be ripped from their sockets and dangled from my windowsill as a warning to anyone else stupid enough to screw my dog.

Cheers.

[Click.]

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

universaljanitor

[Anyone who ventures outside after the morning sirens will be able to find a certain piece of paper plastered just about everywhere within a six foot man's reaching distance. And the papers are literally everywhere. On trash cans, walls, doors, stuffed in mail slots and mailboxes, even a good few dropping down the chimney in wrapped up little bags. Heck, there are even some bobbing about in the half-frozen waters in the Port.

But in addition to all of this, just an hour or so after the sirens go off, just about everyone the Doctor's seen post to the network since his arrival (regardless of if he's spoken to them or not) is getting a text with a very simple message... and a rather familiar looking attachment.]

ATTN: Don't miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime!
_____________________image attachment: A LIMITED TIME OFFER

thehighcost

[ When the video feed turns on, it’s perfectly situated on a bar. The place isn’t that crowded, since it is a Sunday night, but Death can be seen leaning against the bar, from behind the bar. That might be a good indicator of what this is going to be about. ]

Hey everyone! It’s been awhile since I had a chance to talk to you guys on the network. I hope everyone’s okay from the snowstorm.

[ She tilts her head slightly, dark hair falling over one massively eyelinered eye, before she pushes it back. ]

Did you all see the newsfeed yesterday? I felt so bad for Avalea, I knew I had to do something. And then I talked to St. Matthew about making some changes to “Mugshots” and to the bounty hunting system as a whole…and my new partner had some good ideas, too.

[ She picks up the NV and points it to the other side of the bar, where her new partner, Slade “Deathstroke” Wilson, is sitting, apparently reading a newspaper. ]

Say hello to Deathstroke, everyone. We’re going to be working together when it comes to the bounty hunting business.

[ Oh, this is the part where he says something, isn't it. His head tilts in her direction, his stare somehow piercing despite the mask he wears. Might as well be brief.]

Transactions will go through me. Keep it professional, and we won't have any problems.

[ Death nods. ] There’s going to be some changes to the system, which I hope gets more people involved! I think the biggest change that we’re making is to the anonymity of the system.

[ He comments dryly: ] If you want to hunt, you'll have to register. Pick a name, and stick to it.

And now with those brand new nicknames, we’re also going to be ranking the hunters. [ She turns the camera to show off the new, electric scoreboard that takes over part of the wall in the bar. ] The scoreboard will have everyone’s nickname on it, how many bounties they’ve collected, and who’s got the most so far. Whoever is number one on the list will get free food, here at “Mugshots”!

[ He turns back to his paper. ] Just what they always wanted.

[Death leans in, smirking conspiratorially as she whispers with a wink. ] I keep him around because he’s so good looking.

[ He glance in her direction, his lack of amusement almost palpable. She doesn't seem to notice.]

Anyway! If you want to talk about becoming a bounty hunter, or find out more about bounty hunting, you can come into “Mugshots” at anytime, and ask to talk to Didi. That’s me, if that wasn’t clear. [ Grins. ] Everything else goes to Deathstroke, here. He’s the one who’s going to be laying down the law when it comes to things, so try not to piss him off.

Oh, and like I said when that reporter talked to me for the article; if you’re in law enforcement? Bring in your badge, and your first drink is free. Just a little reward for our men and women in blue. [ She taps a finger against her lips. ] We could probably use some new blood around here, too. We had a few people quit because of the gun problem, so if you’re looking for a job, let me know!

[ooc: More information can be found on the revamped bounty hunting page, and on our OOC Information Update!]

hybrid_prodigy

[The view is a little rocky at first, and doesn't seem to point at anything in particular. In fact, it's just open sky right now. But before long, a voice pops up at least, though the owner of the voice doesn't seem to realize just yet that the feed is already on.]

Hm. Do you think this is far enough away that we can get it all in one shot?

[There's a 'hmm' coming from Nelliel, and some of her turquoise-green hair comes into view as the wind blows it in front of the camera.] Maybe we should move back a little more.

Right a few more feet, maybe. [Not much in the view changes at first, except the clouds, giving the impression of movement. When something else does make it into frame, it becomes clear that this video is coming from somewhere up in the air -- because it's looking down somewhat on a snowman. A gigantic snowman, tens of metres tall at the least. Looks like a couple of somebodies have put the excessive snow to good use.]

Aha! There, I think we've got it.

[It's just then that Nelliel opens up her NV and figures out that they're live.] Oh. Ah, yes. It looks like we have been recording for a little over a minute, actually.

Huh? [Checks his NV for a second.] Must've accidentally turned it on while trying to get the good view of the snowman. Oh, well.

[And now he addresses the network directly. He'd been planning on doing that anyway.] Hey, everyone. I know it's been pretty rough out there lately, with the blizzard and those cyborgs. [He's not in frame -- the camera is still pointed at the enormous snowman, towering above a nearby three-storey structure -- but he frowns a little at the latter, knowing who was behind that and that he'd been living in the same place as the guy for weeks. Still, he keeps his tone perky.] Anyway, I thought maybe this might cheer people up. Isn't he awesome? Miss Nelliel and I used up a lot of the snow for him.

[This was a good way to take Nelliel's mind off the cyborg incident. She's still annoyed about it, really, but she had enough fun with this distraction with Gohan that she's feeling a little calmer and happier now. She's never built a snowman before, although she had seen them before on people's lawns. The snowman on the lawn of Nueva Las Noches is far larger than any of those snowmen. She and Gohan made use of the overabundance of snow, and there is now a nearly 70 foot high snowman.]

[[OOC: Backdated to the 22nd. Orange is Gohan, green is Nelliel. Enjoy your giant snowman, Siren's Port!]]

Current Mood: pleased

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 )

ace_of_knaves

[It's dark, the only hint of light being pale light seeping through a crack or a distant window. The area seems to be a place in the poorer districts where power has yet to be restored. Or, perhaps, it's a place that never had power.

The hunched shape in the darkness shifts and lifts its head towards the light, showing the outline of Joker's features. It's all very dramatic. And, yes, he's staged it this way.

In the darkness, he smiles, his teeth glimmering in the light.]

Well that was a fine few days, I think. Blizzard, burglary, robots going nutso in the mall.

[He lifts a hand, jostling a scarf around his neck.]

Tragic, that, but look at the bright side! Maybe next time it will take out the pretzel booth. Those things are empty calories, folks, think of your arteries!

[He pauses and turns his head back towards the shadows thoughtfully.]

Thankee kindly to Uzushio for sheltering a poor, homeless old clown. I do apologize for that smattering of gore but the fellow was being very rude, not wanting me in there. And you know what they say, any port in a storm.

Of course none of that woulda been necessary if some inconsiderate buffoon hadn't gone and shredded my tires, stranding me in the middle of FREAKING NOWHERE.

[He shouts]

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!