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Ahh... Hmm.

[What a quiet start. There's a bit of shifting, too, but instead of Emil speaking much more, a song begins, slow at first— but it picks up, and grows spirited. It seems really lighthearted, too, though it gains a little force later on.

When it's finished - and it ends a little abruptly - there's a soft creaking sound: a boy moving on a piano bench. He sounds at ease, when he does finally start talking.]

That one reminds me of warm days and soft grass. At home, I liked to sit outside sometimes and feel the wind... It always made me feel like this. This 'winter' makes me miss that, now the wind feels like it might eat me up a little. So I like to hear things that make me remember such nice weather.

Well, what I wanted to ask is, do you have anything like that? Any music like that? The piano is all I can really play, but you can put most things to piano, and I'd like to learn and hear some new things... [A giggle, sounding perhaps like it might be hidden behind his hand.] I guess I'm not being very festive. I haven't gotten used to all this, though, the very cold, and the snow, and even the sun being gone. Maybe this is my way of missing home?

So I'd appreciate it! And if you play anything, I'd like to hear that, too.

[He's been hanging round Raul Creed's place, and he really... likes that piano..............]

seclusion

He— ...Hello? [This most hesitant of greetings comes from a young boy, from the sound of things. There's a sizeable pause before he says anything else, but no outside noises come through in the interim.]

I'm sorry - I hope this is working... I was told how to use this, but I can't see it to check for sure. I guess we'll see if I'm doing this right... Or, at least, you will. [Beat for comedic timing.

He continues on like he didn't just make a really awful joke, but his voice sounds a little more lighthearted, now, soft-spoken though he is.] Um, this place isn't anything like I'm used to. I was a little confused, because right when I came here, I could tell it was crowded, and I didn't expect that at all. But I talked to a Greeter! He was really nice, and he helped explain things to me. I don't think I've ever heard of Canada, let alone Siren's Port, but it's really something... isn't it?

Anyway... my name is Emil. The Greeter was kind enough to lead me to the building I'll be staying in, so I was able to settle in already. [That was a bit of an ordeal.] Even so, it's going to take a lot of getting used to. Normally, my butler helps me out... [With things like cooking, cleaning, and... getting dressed, because... eyes.] I - I guess I've got a lot of catching up to do. It's weird how you never fully realize how much you rely on someone until you have to start thinking how to get along without them, don't you think? Oh, but...! [That's the sound of someone recognizing they've gotten sidetracked and remembering to get back to the task at hand.] The Greeter explained a little bit of how things work, here, too. I'm going to need to earn money for food and clothing and other important things, aren't I? He said it might be best to ask, um, 'my fellow Newcomers.'

[A deep breath.]

So, I wanted to ask about - jobs, I guess. And what kinds of jobs people do, and offer, and what you need to be able to do them... I've never had a job. [He does sound a little sheepish.] Sebastian always takes care of everything, and if I'm not in my home, I don't get around very easily unless I'm with a friend. So I haven't developed very many skills... I mean, I can play piano, and I can, um... turn things into stone... [For the first time, his voice is a little bit distressed.] I don't think you can do those things for money, though.

Sorry, this is kind of troubling. Some guys offered me a money loan, but I was reluctant to take it since I was in a hurry to get inside. [Sensory overload. Going from recluse to smack dab in the middle of a city was pretty startling.] If there's anything I can do, I'll be glad to try it... I don't think Sebastian anticipated me being without him or my friends, or he'd have prepared me for this kind of thing. Just - if you have any suggestions, I'd be really grateful. Really, really grateful.

—Thank you very much. I really hope that thing was on this whole time.

charmedson

[When the video switches on it's obvious that the NV has fallen and turned on accidentally. The young man in frame, an attractive brown haired boy, is on the ground of his new apartment at the Towers, groaning in pain. It looks as if he's fallen and NV has slipped from his pocket.

After a moment, he stands and straightens his clothes.] Okay... Let's try that again. [He says to himself, working up resolve.

Suddenly, his disappears in a shower of blue circular orbs. A soft, musical chime sounds as he his body disappears into to the mass of bright white and blue. It shoots upwards, trying to get away. There's a moment where the NV's screen just shows the blue moving through the ceiling and away, as the light tries desperately to get as far as it can. There's nothing but the ceiling for a moment but then the light reaches the edge of the Pull and is forced back to the sight of the recording like a rubber band snapping. The young man materializes on the ground again, groaning in pain.]

Ouch. [He complains, but he forces himself to stand, no matter how dizzy he feels. He looks up at the ceiling and the space in the room, a frown on his face.] Dad? [He calls, as if he thinks his father is going to magically appear or to communicate with him across great distances. It's strange that this is actually exactly what he expects. Later, he'll marvel at how easy it was to settle into the idea of a father he could assume would come when needed.]

Dad? Can you hear me? I'm okay. I'm not... [He trails off, and looks down, just now noticing that the video is recording.

He picks up the NV. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it's posting this live on the network. Instead of hastily turning it off his eyes narrow a bit.]

So... What do you guys think of my special effects? Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. [Probably not the best magical cover up ever used. But it will do. He's too stressed to worry about exposure right now.]

((ooc; this clip shows an example of the orbing power that Chris is broadcasting all over the network))

hejhej

I guess it's the island's time of the month.

[That's right - new arrivals.]

chiefdefense

I'm sorry to say that Phoenix Wright is no longer present in this city. If you had legal dealings with Mr. Wright, I can assure you that you will be looked after and Wright and Co. law offices will be open for business as usual on Monday under new management, but please understand that the office will be temporarily closed until then. I would like to call a brief staff meeting on Friday to discuss the future of the firm. Mr. Wright is a gifted and talented lawyer, and I would like to assure his clients that I will do my very best to continue to good work he has started and give myself over 100% to representing you should you choose to remain with the firm. If you choose to take your cases elsewhere that is completely understandable and I will take no offense. Thank you.

[And now for the hard part; keeping up a professional front, hiding behind the veneer of her courtroom poker face to talk business terms, she can do that. Even though it hurts to think that Phoenix has gone, that he's left the business to her and that her life just got a whole lot more complicated, it's this next piece of news that has had her hiding behind text instead of broadcasting her video. She can't quite keep herself composed as she types this:]

My sister Maya has gone too. I'm so sorry.

acclimatized

It's been a long time since I have had the chance to write up one of our cases and I might be a little rusty, but here it is: The Guilt Complex!

Hopefully it has everything the press neglected to mention when the story made the headlines. And it could be a distraction from this "daylight darkness" stuff that has been going on lately too. Blackheath has been all skittery when we go for a walk... and after reading about that cat, I don't really blame him. I can only hope those kids have learnt their lesson too.

deathknellgrell

LOST KITTY :(

Answers to the name of "Norio." Last seen in the Newcomer Towers. Got lost after Keigo let him out (BAD KEIGO BAD). V. friendly, likes to be petted. Ordinary humans will think he's just a v. attractive boy; but anyone with spiritual vision will recognise him as a sweet little CAT.

Pls return. I MISS MY KITTY!

:( :( :(

playthings

[ There's quite the text out there on the network tonight, Siren's Port, from a person who wishes to keep their identity quite under wraps. The anonymous communication is sent just as the sirens end, punctuating the alert for anyone looking over the feed. ]

A cage. That's what I'd call it. A well erected one with all the toysies we could hope for, all the people to make it feel like you never left, all the corruption of home... and then some.

A little birdy and her lovely pamphlet told me there's a secrets most people are keeping. Some of them don't even realize it. That everyone here is a little more than ordinary.

I disagree. Most people are ordinary or striving to be normal. Average. Mediocrity is soooooo fashionable.

B O R I N G

I wonder, could anyone really want to embrace anything more?

-Anonymous

[ There's an additional piece to this post should anyone be so inclined to open it up and take a peek. ]
( rabbit_hole.txt )

[ Brace yourself, Siren's Port, the game is about to begin. ]

(( ooc notes • welcome to jim's creepy ic intro. feel free to crack the code and respond to it (it's simple binary, you should be able to google for a decoder). ALL of jim's responses to this post will be anonymous texts only and he may throw in encryption or file attachments. ))

buttwombs

[After looking forever, Norio has found a job he can do without dealing with people face-to-face. He's found a job with a survey company who randomly calls NVs asking questions and didn't mind hiring a Newcomer.

Sure, he had to lie about his age a little bit, but no harm in that, right?]

Hello! My name's Norio! Do you have time to answers a few questions about recent purchases?

jackedthename

[The person on the other end of the NV is obviously familiar with this kind of technology. After a few seconds, a small holographic Jack appears, looking rather irritated and pacing.]

Right. This is the second or third time in a year I’ve been unexpectedly whisked somewhere I really don’t have the time to be. Anyone want to tell me how to get back to Cardiff? I have a feeling if I don’t get back soon enough, my team will probably kill me. [A pause, then a reflective smile.] They might anyway, actually.

So. Whoever’s in charge around here? I’m Jack Harkness, and I’m going to find you and get home, any way I have to.

kuritsun

[ There's only text. That's all she feels comfortable with right now - the swirl of confusion and emotion in her head makes her doubt her ability to speak publicly right now, provided that function of her cell phone really existed like the "Greeter" had said. And, deny it though she may, she was on the edge of panic. Kurisu didn't want conversation right now. She wanted answers.

Science always helped to calm her insecurities. ]

Hello. I just arrived. A few questions:

1. What determines who is "pulled" to this place? Does it involve deletion from the victim's original world line? If so, how do we retain our memories of that past time? Compressing memory data into a transportable size for just one person requires extremely powerful machinery; the concept of doing so for a whole city is unrealistic at best.

2. On that note, how many newcomers exist in this space? How long are we expected to live here?

3. What is known about the disappearance and reappearance of the [ the hesitation she takes before writing the next word is obviously not noticeable by the time she posts this, but boy, was it there when she wrote it-- ] "monsters" overnight?

4. Is there any public data on the mechanism of the Core at all?

[ the post sits for a few moments, and then the following is edited on. Honestly, she doesn't know what she's hoping for. The chances of any of them being here were infinitely small - quite literally, if anyone from any world and any timeline could be snatched. But where the hell would she be without hope right now, anyway? She bites her lip, invisible behind the wall of hastily-chosen words. ]

5. Is there anyone from Akihabara here?

Please answer. thx.

excellentviolet

I would say something about welcoming newcomers to the port and probably inviting them to join Violet Systems again, but I feel like I need a change of pace. Face it, it's tiring always having to put up your most professional face. I'd like the opportunity to let loose at least once.

So, tell me-- do any of you practice hand-to-hand combat? I've learned a few over the years.

beenwaitinglong

[Diego sits on his couch, looking over a rather large stack of paperwork set on the end table to his left. In front of him, the coffee table holds six white ceramic mugs, all in addition to the one mug he is sipping out of.]

February has that way of changing the scenery-- a little dimmer than January, but a bit easier to navigate than the hustle and the bustle of the holidays. A white carpet, tinged gray, rolled out on the way to spring.

[...whatever that means. He takes a sip.] Quite a few new souls floating around our little corner of paradise, lately. Such a gathering from different worlds and times... so I figured I might as well make an introduction just in case anybody was confused.

[A timed, dramatic pause.] Prosecutor Diego Armando. And I'm the man you'll be pleading with eventually if you run afoul of the law around here.

[He sits up, gesturing to the massive stack of papers beside him.] This is what it looks like on my end when Newcomers get themselves in trouble. If I find your name on my desk, you're lucky-- you're not going to be ground to pieces by the system that hates you because of where you come from. I'll grant you a fair trial.

But that's all I'll grant you. I don't do favors, and I don't go easy. I especially don't want to see your name on my desk. You play nice, you stay out of trouble and mind the law-- however unfair you may feel it to be. If you need clarification, you can ask me or any other lawyer crawling around the city and we'll be happy to give you an explanation. And we won't even charge you for it.

[He grins, then sips from his coffee cup, long and lovingly. As he finishes the gulp he lowers the mug, swirls it once or twice and seems to be... communing with it as he swallows.]

On a more pleasant note, I've ground up a fresh batch of Blend #33, "The Black Rose of Passion." It's a dark roast, sublime in body, bitter and sweet all together with a finish of rose hips and cinnamon. Fine in an affogato, beautiful au lait, or perfect pitch black and pure-- a shadowy mistress as tender as a kitten and sharp as a knife... not unlike romance. Ha...!

If you're looking for a last-minute offering for a certain holiday tomorrow, I'm selling 20-ounce bags for a meager $10 each. Let me know if you're interested.

[A pause, then he glances at the camera and his smile quirks.]

Though you will follow the instructions I include with the bag, or you might as well brew a cup of dirt.

underachiever

[Rare video post from this one. Normally he wears his NV on his wrist, but it's static right now, sitting on a nice kitchen countertop. There's a sharp knife in view, but no Shikamaru yet. He's talking from off-screen. Sounds like he's messing with supplies of some kind.]

Sorry for the spam, but I kinda need the network for this. If you're squeamish, you can turn it off. If you're not and you wanna help me out with this experiment, keep watching.

[He walks back into view with a first aid kit, which he sets down a little further away on the counter. He picks up the knife next, wiping it down with some isopropyl alcohol.]

I think I've got an idea what happened last night. It might've been a fluke, but just in case it happens again tonight, I'm gonna test my theory.

Um, seriously though, if you're bad with blood, don't look. But it'd really be helpful if a few of you could pay attention and try to remember what you see exactly.

( Cut for pretty mild self-mutilation. )

quadrifoliate

[ The camera's feed is focused on what looks like Clover's face, but it's a little out of focus and blurry-- until you realize it's actually a picture of Clover, and the NV pulls back enough to see that it's on some kind of ID whose print is too out of focus to read. Of course, those familiar with a Canadian driving license will know what it looks like. Clover's voice is unmistakably excited, and she's just as visibly trying to suppress that excitement as she pulls the ID away. ]

I got my driver's license yesterday. [ Freakin' finally, her expression and rolled eyes seem to say. ] You know what that means?

[ Grinning wider, now, she pumps a fist in the air. ]

I'm proud to announce that Funtom Toys and Sweets' delivery service is now in business! Now you can get Funtom's products delivered to you, wherever you are in Siren's Port. Delivery charges depend on the size of what you're getting delivered, but there's a flat rate. The delivery can be scheduled for any time between morning sirens to an hour before evening sirens, but you'll need to place it at least 12 hours in advance for a rush order and 24 hours for a regular one. You can make the order in-store, or call Funtom to place it.

[ She rattles off the number from memory, smoothing her hair back from her face, then takes a breath and grins broadly at the camera. ]

So come on and order something already! Gilbert's cakes taste great-- and Ciel got a sweet ride. [ Okay, so it's a thinly veiled excuse to go capering out in the delivery truck, but sue her for being excited, okay? ]

returntodarkness

It has come to my attention that I have been here for over a year. How fascinating that this world has not fallen to darkness in that time. This is something I perhaps need to remedy.

On the other hand, there are many academic pursuits I could follow here. I have also found an ideal feeding ground for myself, one that has a nigh unlimited supply of hearts. There are many things to consider when it comes to my future actions.

However, I've no doubt most of you should count yourselves fortunate. Were things the same as they were before my arrival here, this world would be dust.

[And that's all he wrote.]