[Dawn is barely even trying to tickle the sky awake, but that doesn't seem to be squashing the enthusiasm of that annoying kid who either delivers or abuses pastries for a living -it's difficult to tell at times. There he is, with the usual shit eating customer service grin, hair rustling in the chilly breeze and full of fat, half-melted snowflakes. They don't seem to be bothering him at all.]

Attention, everyone. I'm Hanamura Yosuke. Hello to anyone who is new. There's good news this morning! Due to the weather, the scones from yesterday couldn't be sold at the Funtom bakery. I've had to come up with ways to use them, so I thought I would share.

[It's probably not a good idea to leave a somewhat resentful teenager to his own devices in a place of business. Or so one would believe, given what follows.]

If you grind them up like cat litter, they unstick snow-stuck cars. They can also be used as paper weights, and nut crackers. Some of the children on the playground have used them for stick ball! Really, the uses are endless. So please take them away before someone tries to eat one and breaks a tooth again.

[That slightly sarcastic and generally mean spirited bit of "advertisement" aside, the kid suddenly grows serious.]

Ah...there is one more use for them that I came up with. Since I didn't have anyone to ask for a blessing, I think the direct route will have to do.

[And there, behind him in the snow as he turns and pans the camera out, is one last (and equally unfirtunate) demonstration. There's something written out, huge and painstakingly, all in blueberry scone. There's even a heart made of sprinkled dried cranberry around it, which has bloomed up like rose petals with the moisture of the snow:]

MARRY ME NILL

empathetics

[The video feed flicks on, revealing a somewhat tense looking young man. He's blonde, with snowy pale skin and purplish shadows under his dark eyes. If you're a possessor of heightened eyesight, you may notice that his neck and jawline is heavily ravaged by crescent shaped scars, disappearing into the v of his shirt.

He's sitting in what appears to be some sort of holding cell.]

My name is Jasper Hale. [His voice is clipped, with the barest hint of a Southern accent to it.] And firstly... I'd like to apologize if I had harmed anyone at my arrival. I acted on instinct, and that clearly wasn't the correct choice.

[His tone is wry, perhaps even bitter. He's silent for a few moments.]

I hear vampires aren't quite a secret around here, and I just can't help but wonder how well that's working out for everyone.

((ooc: Okay. So at Jasper's initial arrival he was a bit of a sour grape and tried to attack some people. Long story short he got voided and is currently chilling in jail.))

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?

manicpixiedreamgirl

( Cut for Vampiric Public Service Announcements )

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

bondsoflove

[Sasuke is not doing well today.

He's pale, his hands are trembling, and he has to fight down the near-constant burning tightness in his throat, stinging at his eyes.

So close. He was so close-- and now it's gone, an imprint of smoke.

So he keeps the video turned off, takes a sip of water and smooths his voice as best he can before speaking.]

Obito, my cousin, is gone. His NV has been disconnected. Ino Yamanaka is also gone, but her NV seems to be functional.

I want to know what happened to them. Both of them.

sequincy

[oh look, it's another one. Although by now Uryuu has not only crafted an outfit to wear for this post, but half of a new wardrobe. It's so convenient to be able to use your own body as a clothing model.

But she has a more pressing matter to attend to, after reading similarly afflicted posts:]

So this... isn't Szayel-Aporro's fault then?

inthejunk

[Anyone familiar with Souji Seta's apartment will recognize where Yosuke is immediately. He's sitting on the bed, which is unmade in a way it never would be if Souji had anything to say about it. There are cups of tea sitting around too, abandoned and forgotten. For all of that, Yosuke doesn't seem relaxed or well-rested. He just looks a little mussed and out of it.]

I'unno 'f anyone. Uh. Who needsta know. But somebody...he had a job. So-so, 'f you worked with him he's not playin' hooky, alright? I waited t' make sure. A while. Long time. 'Cause he wasn't answering, so I-um.

Anyway, 'm doin' this wrong. I just mean-um. Mean that Souji Seta is gone. Is all. So, please excuse him from work.

[Sorry, Portians. He's usually friendler, really. It's just been a bad month. Wake him up when September ends?]

(OoC: For people who don't know, Souji Seta is Yosuke's canon best friend and was his sole cast mate. Who also made the mistake of giving him a bottle of vodka to celebrate his 17th birthday. Whoops.)

tinyvampiregod

[He has returned, a shadowy figure with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, all the better to eat you with, he is perplexed for a moment, a question creasing his brow before his mouth curves into a rictus grin.]

This place.. heh, I remember.

Integral. [No that is wrong.] Countess.

Seras Victoria.

[That grin might be soft for a moment, it has been decades- though it seems like a millennia, since he has uttered those names though they were a mantra, his mental fighting call as he murdered the souls in him.]

Are you still here?

vamping_it_up

[Layla's been careful to wait until the disorientation has worn off before making a post on her NV. The Greeter has explained some of the basics, and while it's all a little hard to swallow, she's aware that she's not being lied to.

When she turns on her NV, the network gets to see a teenage girl with red eyes, dark hair, and an odd skull hairpin that's matching her facial expressions, if one is watching closely enough. Another detail the more observant denizens might pick up on is her long incisor teeth, but only if they look carefully. She's not showing her fangs off.]

Hello, Siren's Port. My name is Layla Delacroix. I'm not from around here and I've got a few questions for you. First things first: have any of you seen my little sister, Nina? She's got green eyes, purple and black hair, she's tiny, friendly, and she loves chocolate. She'll probably be totally freaking out, so if you find her, give her some chocolate and let her know that Layla's going to come and find her, all right? Also, if anyone's seen people named Tiffany Winters, Diodore Renoir, or Kade Whiteclaw, let me know.

[Even with just the limited information she's managed to learn so far, Layla really doesn't like the idea of her innocent little sister running around here unattended.]

Second: I need blood. I'm ah...severely anemic. I also get very bad sunburns, so it would be better if we met after dark. Help a girl out? I can't exactly go and get a job if I'm too out of it to work.

[No one will figure out that she's a vampire, right? Of course not.]

Third: Cute clothes. Anyone know where I can find some in this city? As nice as my dress is, wearing it every single day is all kinds of tacky.

[She makes a face. Whether it's the idea of wearing the same thing every day or her next question that she finds distasteful is anyone's guess.]

Oh. And my fourth and last question - is anyone hiring for later shifts? I'm kind of a night person.

integra_hellsing

[ What appears over the network is a car. It is simple; black with four doors, good size. The scene shifts to reveal Integra, who looks quite pleased with herself. ]

As much as I enjoy the horses, I went and bought a car. The payments were low enough, and while it isn't... exactly what I am used to driving, it will do. I went to the DMV a few days ago to get a license, and now I am on my way to go get the vehicle registered.

[ Pausing, she peers back at it. No more walking, no more getting horses and carriages ready... this is going to be a very, very good thing. Or bad thing, depending on her driving. This is also a good distraction from the loss of Walter. ]

Would any of my housemates want to join me? [ Yeah. She's wanting to show this thing off, okay. Who wants to take a ride with Integra? ]

awakenings

[Good morning, Siren's Port. We hope you slept well last night, because at some point around ten in the morning, the network will be greeted to the sound of someone shrieking in anger at the top of their lungs. Oh, and this face in the screen:]

Where the hell is that bastard?

["Joker" is seething into the screen, eyes alight in absolute madness. His hair is flopping into his face, strings of green over his pale skin.]

Joker, you son of a bitch! Whatever you did, I demand you fix it and get the hell out of my body!

[Someone's sounding crazy. No surprise there.]

[ooc: also, replies will be coming from

not_funny]

sequincy

Nara Shikamaru is missing. There are some already out searching for him, but if anyone knows something, please inform me.

blondejokes

[ FINALLY THIS STUPID BODYSWITCH IS OVER. Ino is ecstatic. ]

The next time I become a vampire for a week will come way too soon. Or anyone else, for that matter.

I have no idea how this was fixed or why, but you don't question a good thing, right?

And don't forget to stop by the flower shop, guys!

integra_hellsing

[ Good afternoon, everyone. Please, enjoy your view of one Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, standing in the kitchen of the Stoker Manor, her blazer off, white sleeved shirt covered by the... pink apron she's wearing.

What is she doing, you might ask? She's attempting to cook, and by the looks of the kitchen, which is now a complete and utter DISASTER, she's not doing well.

Grumbling something, the heiress simply stares over at the stove, watching as the water she put on it just sort of boils over, along with the stupid spaghetti she put in it far too early. She continues staring for a moment, as though she really can't believe that this is happening, before she finally moves to turn the stove off.

In the process, however, she steps in some of the water that has boiled over onto the floor [fortunately, she's got shoes on!] and slides across it, having to rather ungracefully grapple onto the counter top to stay on her feet. This also sets off a chain reaction; a few of the jars that were on the counter are knocked down, crashing loudly onto the floor, sending whatever was in them splattering all over the place. ]

For fucks sake-- [ Fortunately, it is at this point the feed decides to end. ]

momchester

[Counter to her last post, Mary is calm, composed, put-together, an iron look of determination in her eyes.]

If you've called someone and gotten their voicemail in the past three days, you need to comment here and tell me who it was.

I don't care if you think they got sent home, if they have an alibi, if they're supposed to be on a week-long vision quest, I don't care. If there's someone, anyone who you can't get ahold of and isn't absolutely definitely accounted for-

[Mary stops, folds, unfolds her hands. When her sleeve pulls back slightly, you can see a pair of handcuffs around one wrist.]

There might be another Hunt going on. We have to figure out now how many people are missing. Rationalizing where they might be, telling yourself it's not a big deal- forget that. We don't have time to second-guess.

I'm starting the list with Yosuke, Bigby Wolf, and Jesse Turner.

[Her hands are shaking a little. She grits her teeth slightly.]

Michael, everyone from last time- if you know where the grounds are, please. We need to stop this.

tinyvampiregod

[The vampire in his natural form, red eyes seeming to glow in the long shadows of the basement room.]

Heh. A fine night for a bite to drink.

Or a good hunt.

blondejokes

What is a 'dirty European'?

I asked this woman if there were any public bath houses here the other day and she called me that. It's an insult, obviously, but I don't understand it.

Anyway, are there any here? [ A little pampering is in order. ]

madeinoblivion

Just checking- [A grinning teenager, wearing a headset around his neck, in the almost-empty Grant Stadium. Clean up crews are sweeping the seats and bleachers, the baseball field is being carefully groomed for the next practice. But Joe ignores the sweep-up, even kicks over a few stray crackerjack boxes, and he's glad to no longer be working in concessions! He's has the NV at arm's length, ] You guys all actually caught that on the news this morning, right?

Mr. Herms, the only neutral-supporter around with big munny to go throw around on his own idea of fun, is scouting newcomers for our own Away teams? Do you know what that means? We'd get to be the rival team of Portside! And then AGI and SERO's tired fans can keep selling off their season tickets and stay home, for all I care!

[In high spirits, he walks underneath a tower of speakers, pulls the headset back up lopsided onto one ear, unlocks a panel, and flicks a couple of switches. ]

Gee, I wonder who whispered in that guy's ear? [ A quick smirk at the NV, a flick of another switch- Joe clears his throat. "Testing Zone 3. Zone 3?" his voice booms over the speaker tower. Satisfied he flicks the headset back off.]

So somebody help me get some people together, and lets do this! Has anyone here ever played Soccer seriously before? That's the team they're looking to fill. I know there were a couple guys who said they played- but I haven't heard from them in awhile. Anybody else that could brush a bunch of us up on it fast?

It's just kicking a ball around, basically, right? And even if we're not pro-athletes, we can still play with other amateurs for the test-out games, right? We just need to play hard, and...put some interesting powers on the field, right? So, who's all in for kickin' boot camp!

hulkbusted

[The man on the screen looks utterly exhausted. Haggard might even be apt considering the greyish pallor of his skin under his dark stubble and the even darker circles under his eyes. When the video jostles in his hold for a moment, it displays his bare chest before coming up to his face. He looks like he tried to wash off some combination of mud, sand, and various other things best not examined too closely and didn't do too great a job of it. Despite that, he tries for a tired smile and a finger taps the screen before withdrawing.]

First off, I'd like to say that Tony Stark makes the world's most durable phone. I'd do a testimonial commercial, but that might be in bad taste.

Second, I've read some of the information available and I think you'll understand it's not the easiest thing to swallow, but I'm going with it as a working theory for now. Don't ask why, it's a long story.

Third... [He trails off and turns his head away from the camera before looking back at it] I don't know what the third is, let's say I want to issue a blanket apology and leave it at that.

[ooc: The Hulk ended up getting stuck outside at sundown and fought (pounding and getting pounded on) all night. Between that and a chitauri invasion, I figure Bruce is feeling a little run down.]