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[ Aslan stands on the site where the baseball diamond once stood. The Darkness has already descended, and in the night, he appears to be a beacon, shining for a light a hope.

His expression is grave. ]

I will be returning to Narnia at dawn.

To those who wish to accompany me or require guidance through the In-Between Places of the World, I will assist you as I am able.

For those who remain- take heart in the days that lie ahead. Light will ever shine, even in the deepest darkness.

My thoughts shall not be far from your cause.

rapturescreed

[Guys, it's the last network post you will ever see of Raul Creed sitting behind the desk of his Newcomer Community Center office.]

This is a hard time for everyone, and I thank you for the time you all are making to watch this message. While it hasn't been made as public, due to the party's wishes, the Newcomer Community Center has been... [That just gets a wave of his hand.] Well, it's still standing, and anyone who might wish to seek refuge can still come here, for as long as they need to.

[He sighs, leaning forward just a little.] It's unfortunate that this city which many of us have called home is being torn apart like this. I know that I did not expect it to become like this. But, despite the drastic, and at times fatal changes, there are still many options available for everyone.

One of those is to leave the island. There are many boats and many people leaving the island as quickly as possible, and it is very easy to gain passage on one of them. And if anyone needs anything to help get them on a boat that is supposedly "full", then the Newcomer Fund will give you the necessary means to find a spot on it. [Times are serious, after all, and there's plenty of money in that fund.]

Another option, some of us believe, is to go home. Back to your home, wherever that may be. We're all from very different worlds and universes, as we all know, and many people will want to go home. I'm sure we all feel that we are being drawn to the Core in some way, and I will admit, going home is a best guess on my part. I say it will take us home, but I am not a scientist, so please be mindful of that. [You could go somewhere else, or die, or whatever by going to the Core; how the hell is he supposed to know?]

And the other option is to stay in Siren's Port. For some of us, this is home. This is where we've put down roots, so to speak. Where our families are, in whatever shape or form they are in. Perhaps the way the city is right now will die down, and things will go back to normal; or, maybe they won't. Just as much as all of the other options, this is not one that has a 100% guarantee rate of success.

[And now he leans back in his chair.] Which leads into the next part: all of these options are choices that you need to make. It is your choice, an individual choice that everyone must make. This is not a choice for families or groups of friends to make. Do not let anyone pressure you into making a choice. This is the biggest decision we've all had in awhile, and it is up to you to decide what you wish to do for yourself, not for anyone else. To be quite honest, I personally do not know what I will do. It's a stressful time, and I wish I could give an opinion of what is the best option, but my choice is not your choice.

But there is one thing I want everyone to agree on. Whatever you decide to do, wherever you decide to go: remember us. Remember the experiences you had here, both the good and the bad. Remember the friends you have made, the families you have created. Remember those who left us before we were ready to be left, and the relationships we had with them. Remember the trials and tribulations we, as Newcomers, had to face, and how we survived even in the face of adversity.

Remember us. That's all that I ask.

madannoshashu

[ 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. ]

motioned

[Today she's seated on her bed, her favorite spot for the more casual, cheerful messages to the network. As such, there's a smile on her face as she begins to speak.]

Hi! Um, I just wanted to say something really quick. My sixteenth birthday is in a few weeks, and I think I'm going to have a small party for it.

[She still doesn't think it's such a big deal, but she's fairly certain someone who's been here a while would have remembered and insisted she have a party anyways. That's what happened last year, at least!]

It won't be anything extravagant at all, and nobody has to get anything for me even if they decide to come. But everyone I know is welcome! It's on the afternoon of the 24th, but I know a lot of people are busy, so I thought it'd be good to mention it in advance. Oh, and of course it's okay if anybody can't make it! That's all I really had to say.

[And as such, the feed ends.]

capax_infiniti

[Hey guys, it's been a while. Someone seems rather pleased about something.]

And thus the passage of time comes full-circle.

A most curious distraction, wouldn't you say?

todomarishi

[Terra is seated on a stretch of sand belonging to one of the island's beaches. A certain lighthouse can be seen in the distance, out across the water. It would make for a serene picture if Terra didn't have a Shake Weight in one hand. Yes, he is shaking that Shake Weight. He's been shaking that Shake Weight for two years now. Thank you, Joe.

Oro, Terra's direwolf, lies beside him and is absently chewing on a stuffed lobster toy that has seen better days.]

It doesn't make sense. The Core has some people coming and going all the time. Some people it pulls in once and then sends them away and never bothers them again. And some people it won't ever let go.

[He shakes his head, albeit it not quite as vigorously as he is shaking the Shake Weight.]

Doesn't make sense. For a while, I thought maybe there was a reason some people had to be here, even if that reason didn't apply to all Newcomers or to me, but I was wrong to believe that. There's no point to this place. Being here doesn't mean you're getting a second chance or you're being punished or you're here to help the world. Being here means nothing. This island is just a prison surrounded by water instead of walls.

[Anyone happen to both own the world's smallest violin and know the world's saddest song? The shaking of the Shake Weight slows to a stop. Terra sighs, glances down at the dumbbell... and abruptly throws it hard out into the ocean.

Sorry, Joe.]

I guess that's it. All I've got to say.

likepaleglass

[If you could see this man, you would not recognize him. He is quite plain, almost unremarkable in appearance. His clothing is drab. He smells of nothing but man. (Egads.) He is worlds away from Howl Pendragon.]

[But you cannot see this man, much to his chagrin. This is the even greater injustice of the world: That he is this damned miserable, and not only can he not properly express it (no magic=no slime), he can't even be seen doing it.]

I may die here.

[His voice is slightly muffled, as though speech were bouncing off another object. Indeed, if you were to run across him, he is face down on a table. It's hard to talk when face down on a table.]

I may die, and they will find me here, a waste of a man, only his stripped bones left to tell his woebegotten tale. At home, they'll never know what became of me -- that I perished, alone, in a bleak and unknown land, never even to find rest in my home soil.

A malcontent ghost.

((ooc: Response or action is fine! He's in the nearest pub, drowning his sorrows -- and probably looking much like his icon -- with more clothes and without the slime.))

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.

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.

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.

astralling

How often do people who vanish come back?

Statistically speaking, how long does it usually take before you can pretty much accept that they aren't coming back?

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.

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?

motioned

[The face on the screen, when first she appears, looks a bit somber.]

I guess the longer you live here, the longer you learn to expect the unexpected, huh? But even then, I didn't think - I mean, Halloween passed, so I thought maybe nothing awful would happen. I've lived here for two years and it still catches me off guard, things like that. I just hope it wasn't anyone with powers behind it. If it was, they should be ashamed of themselves. But that's not what I wanted to talk about, even though I'm really sorry to anyone who saw things that hurt them.

[But then her expression brightens considerably.]

I wanted to talk about, um, being here so long, but it's not as self centered as it sounds, I promise - I guess I just wanted to thank everyone. I think I might have said already, but it's been two years today, and even though the first few months I hated it and just wanted to go home, I think I wouldn't be the same person I am now if I hadn't come here. Not just a different person, but not as good of a person, either. I mean, I've learned so much, and so many people have helped me learn that stuff, both stuff about me and stuff about life, and I wouldn't trade that for the world. Maybe not for any world. I can't help but feel like this is my home. I've met so many people, so many amazing people, people I think of as family who I would never have even known about otherwise. And a lot of them aren't here anymore, some of the best people I've ever met, but I would much rather have known them and lost them than the alternative, you know?

[Her voice gets a bit thick, though it's not in the least unhappy, and she has to pause for a moment to recollect herself.]

So I guess, just - even though horrible things can happen here and things can get very bad, and everything seems dark, I just hope everyone here can find as much light in this island as I've been able to. But I know not everyone's as lucky as me, and I know there are people who have been through things I can't even imagine, so... I'm not the best with technology, but I guess since I'm saying this to everyone, you can all tell what my NV number is, so if everything gets to be too much - there's always someone you can talk to, even if I don't know you.

( ( Filtered to Fakir ) )

( ( Filtered to Gilbert ) )

hikari_no_kundou

..My name is Master Eraqus. For those that knew her, I regret to inform you that Aqua is no longer here in Siren's Port.

I know that she worked at the Solstice Academy during her time here; as her mentor prior to this place, I would be happy to speak with those regarding the school and any management matters that need to be dealt with in her absence.

[ A brief pause, then: ]

..Thank you for time.

[ The recording then ends with a #CLICK#. ]

( [PRIVATE FILTER/LOCKED to: Lightside Keyblade Club, plus any friends to House of Departure residents] )

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

antedupmyheart

I'd rather hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it seems the hand's decided to be less than favorable lately. Such is, regrettably, the way the cards fall. As it happens, however, I'm a little out of practice at navigating this particular turn. I don't suppose anyone would be aware of what sort of jobs would be available to someone with a particularly unusual set of interests and abilities?

edge_of_nothing

[Hello, Network. We meet again. Actually, no, the tone of this doesn't feel as pleasant as it could have been, but...well. This is Xemnas. The feed shows him leaning against his desk, casually grim in the last moments of light the large windows let in before Darkness sets over the city.]

Greetings, Siren's Port. I assume everything has been going well for each and every one of you. If not, then...perhaps that may change. Do remember that we, the Xino E. Mao corporation, are here to reach out to our communities here in the city. We are willing to listen, and we are willing to assist you.

[Although languid and professional, he doesn't sound very pleased.]

Speaking of listening...there is a related matter I would like to discuss. Within the past few days, news regarding our corporation and its contribution to a well-known holiday has been wildly circulating over the network. Many of you may have received an invitation.

To some sort of..."party."

[The video angle sinks a little as Xemnas casts a subtle look directly at the culprit recording this message, a sheepish chrr and a digitized garbled noise voicing itself over the image.

After the pause, the Nobody raises both arms to either side of him, gesturing freely.]

...It is no mistake.

We will be hosting a masquerade ball. It will be our little contribution for this Hallowed night and its festivities.

[In the dimming light, he smiles.]

And you, of course, are more than welcome to join us.

[~~...Oh Kingdom Hearts, who is this man.~~ Here, the feed ends.]

[[OOC: Notes are here!!]]

towerlocked

[tonight when Snow turns on the video she is wearing one of the outfits Ino managed to convince her to buy during their mall trip. She tugs on the material, feeling uncomfortable. It makes her look almost like a different person]

I'm still not certain if these clothes are "me", but she insisted. I probably won't get this caught on any tree branches... But where do I put the knife?

akirameru

[honestly, Vanitas was far more offended to find his takeout leftovers turned into a box of candy corn last week than he is offended by whatever magic spell's gone awry this week — and the difference here is mostly because this week has brought about the panicking in droves. the sort of thing he could take advantage of, in other words.]

[it's all business as usual, over here.]

How many of you out there are smart enough to be considered scientists? Or doctors? I don't mean those of you who think you're pretty smart because you read a chemistry book once, I mean people who actually have the papers to back it up.

I'm looking for a lot of different information, so I really don't care what exactly it is you study.

[should one feel like opening a video feed to answer Vanitas' question, they'll catch him in a nondescript room he'd taken over for himself — probably a hotel room — with several certain monsters floating about.]

[and should he stand up to walk over to the NV to answer a call, one might notice that he's suddenly just as curvy as the hourglass Unversed around him.]