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[ greetings, siren's port. Dave appears on camera via the extendable arm on his iShades, and he does not look—well, okay, he's as expressionless as always, eyes hidden behind red glasses and his lips pursed into a thin line. his attire is different this time, though; there's a rather snug red hood pulled up over his head, attached to a rather medieval looking set of time pajamas. ]

Canada again? Seriously? The fuck did I do to get cursed with this. It wasn't bad enough to stick me on a meteor flying through space at a rate of a million goddamnits per minute and force one of its shittiest inhabitants to be obsessed with never leaving me alone, but then to top it all off I go to sleep and wake back up in Canada. The only way I can tell it's not a dreambubble is by virtue of nothing I could witness in my sleep being quite as shitty as this place.

[ he says that, but there's not all that much conviction in his voice, honestly. in fact, for all intents and purposes, he's pretty quiet, more like blandly grumbling to himself than actually bitching at the camera.

there's probably a reason (or a few reasons, for that matter) for that. ]

What fucking day is it even? Or what year, christ. Last time I was here it was two-thousand-whatthefuck and I was magically older than all my friends because Canada and time are about as close friends as Eminem and Shaggy 2 Dope. A—

[ but wait! what is that in the corner of the screen? whatever it is, it's approaching fast and Dave hardly has time to register it before it's leaping into the air and sprawling mid-jump and full-body crashing into him with a girlish shriek, sending the view of the camera whirling: the red of his outfit, the black of hers, a flash of white, then blue sky, sky, sky... and the pavement. which Dave's face hits hard at a rate of a millon goddamnits per minute.

CRUNCH.

off goes the feed. ]

aggrievance

[The feed turns on to one Rose Lalonde who appears to just be...sitting in her room; it doesn't appear as if anything is out of the ordinary, despite the soft chirping in the background.

Oh how wrong this impression is.]

Is it a customary event for one to discover a multitude of dyed infant birds upon one's roof? Sadly, my lack of memory regarding the various nuances of this place leaves me somewhat ignorant of-

Chirp.

[Oh. That one was definitely from her. Rose's normal composure slips for a minute; one may take in that momentary slip as her face crumples in dismay before it vanishes. Afterwards, she presses her lips firmly together and chooses instead to type the rest of her post.]

As I was saying.

My forcibly-induced amnesia leaves me ignorant in regards to this area's various fauna and the colors within.

Regardless, despite the delightful coloring, my humble abode finds itself gaining far too many mouths to feed. If you find yourself of a particularly sympathetic mindset, feel free to contact this post requesting we relinquish one of our many bundles of joy, per request of yet another feathered friend who

( Colored text under cut )

[At the mention of this feathered friend, she looks up suddenly, as if struck by something. Whatever it was, judging by the way her brow furrows, it doesn't seem to be a particularly pleasant something.]

Davesprite?

Chirp.

Davesprite, where are you? [If one didn't know any better, one would think that was a lining of panic in her voice.] I know you did not saddle the fate of these chicks with me.

Chirp.

[When there's not an instant answer, Rose frowns in visible distress before she quickly shuts the feed off to get up and find him herself.]

(OOC: Joint post with Rose and Davesprite! Guess who unwittingly had a Marshmallow Peep and imprinted on one particular feathery asshole.)

brigadeleader

If there was anyone else here who was afflicted by having contact with stupid Kyon, he's gone.

crowsicle

( Non-IC cut for text quirk )

john rose get in here right now
if you do not present your asses here in this memo where i can see them i am going to seriously flip the fuck out
you will not have asses by the time i am done with you
your grandchildren will be born assless
i cant even
guys you better be here

jade disappeared and i cant find dave

manipuleights

[ The video feed clicks on to a very dark room, the only light seeming to come from the screen itself, which lights up Vriska's face with a blue glow. She's sneering, sharp teeth visible, and all that can be discerned behind her are crap tons of spiders and webbing all around her. She has clearly taken over her half of the room and all but boarded herself up in it. Her hair looks more messy than usual. ]

I can't believe I'm even wasting time on this. [ She sighs dramatically, slumping to the side and resting her chin in her hand. ] I'm almost starting to worry I'm becoming as pathetic as Vantas, but let's face it, it really can't get much worse than that guy, anyway. But I've seen through this stupid facade that everyone keeps putting up. And I'm sick and tired of sitting around on my ass all night and day! I've got some serious beefgrub to pick with pretty much everyone here, so I might as well address this to you all.

[ She straightens and leans in towards the camera. ]

You've all made me believe everything I didn't want to think about the human race. Can you even fathom what a colossal disappointment this entire thing has been? I'd almost rather be back on that stupid meteor! [ And for those who know what happened to her, well… ]

All anyone seems bent on is finding reasons to fake these stupid fluffy feelings for one another and start pity parties for how sad our predicament is. What-EVER! Obviously none of you realize what a pain it is to put up with you on a daily basis. But I'm not standing for it anymore! Or sitting, I guess.

[ She smirks. ]

I'm going to find the "Big Mother" I've heard about and remind you all why you shouldn't be sleeping soundly at night. And I am going to kill it! Since no one else seems to be able to.

(( OOC; Trying to stir shit up, obviously. She'd like to see if she can send people out to get themselves hurt as well. One thing I should also note: Vriska does have Mind Control powers that work across the different species, but how well it works will be left up to the receiving player. She will have to see their face (my own headcanon for this game) for it to work, though. So let me know if you'd like her to mess with your character a bit!

As for why she's doing this? She's feeling extremely bitter and lonely. So negative attention is better than none, right?? ))

roboshades

[The feed clicks on accidentally, when he pushes himself into a sitting position, glasses shifting on his face click it on to offer a lovely view of the familiar ground on a baseball diamond. This might not be unusual, with the shared disorientation they all feel upon their arrival...If it weren't for the way they clearly take to it like a small child to a new toy.

His hands scrape over the unforgiving Earth, fingers digging in and dragging up tiny rocks into his palms, before tilting them to watch them slowly roll off, leaving red dust behind. He stares at it, for a long moment, before the shock of it, and the cold seeping in through his knees jolts him out of it.

His breath inhales sharply, winded, and he moves to his feet, the feed finally scanning around the fenced in, broken down baseball diamond. It wouldn't look out of place, if he'd been from anywhere else. But the feeling of being backed up and alone, in a place he wasn't aiming to get to, with half of his awareness shut off like a switch, thoughts scrambled...It grates at him, like cabin fever.

The screen wobbles with his first few steps, before he finds his footing and makes his way to exit. But once he's stepped on cracked sidewalk, he has no other moves. He's scanning quickly, like the answers are just going to pop up in flashing neon, that alley over there, that woman with her baby, panning over to a nearby dumpster, back into the field with it's giant crater pits--

Finally, a familiar, if not too young, voice comes over the feed. He still sounds a little winded and non too pleased]

-- The Fuck?

crowsicle

[The feed clicks on to an aerial view of Siren's Port, just above the rooftops. The camera lingers only briefly on any sight before panning abruptly to something else without giving the viewer time to focus. It dips suddenly and a rooftop rushes up towards the screen, but there's a great flapping noise and the view slows to a stop about five feet above the roof.

Something orange can be seen near the bottom of the screen, but then the view lifts again to scan the dull, cloudy sky. The view is blocked again suddenly by the same orange streaked with liquid yellow--a hand? The view is jostled, and someone lets out a terse, shaky breath.

Whoever it is then seems to notice that the video is recording.] What the fuck.

[The video feed ends. This text hits the network shortly afterwards:]

ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar

( OOC cut for glaring orange text quirk )

plushrumpus

[The first thing the viewer probably notices isn’t the slightly strange first-person angle, or the massive tangle of plushes beneath the figure that appears to be reclining on it, but one specific object. The one plush of the many like it that appears to be sitting right on the filmer's chest, front and center, perhaps most notable for its bright pink color, upwardly curved Gonzo-like nose, and particularly… shapely backside.]

Yeah, I’d call this a resounding fuckin’ success.

[Out reaches one arm, fingerless gloved-hand carefully taking hold of the smuppet’s head, and animates it with a voice that, in comparison to Bro’s perfect deadpan, barely sounds like it could have come from the same person.

Who even has falsetto like that?]

You said it! Tee hee~

I like how the hearts came out. They’re a good addition.

Oh, theeese? [That sure is a puppet butt all up on your screen, viewers. Or specifically the side of it, where there’s a couple skillfully-embroidered hearts on one cheek.]

Excuse me, could you wave your ass a little more shamelessly in our faces, please. I don’t think everyone got an intimate enough look.

[A theatrical gasp, as the smuppet is moved back to its former spot of sitting squarely on Bro’s chest, facing the camera.] Shameless? Me? Why I never! [And there go two little plush arms, positioned into a haughty hands-on-hip pose.]

Callin’ it like I see it.

You really are the worst. Hmph! [That rounded head gets turned up and away, suspiciously-shaped schnoz snootily turned to the sky as the plush finally saunters bouncily off-camera, leaving the viewer with silence for a moment.]

Yeah. She’ll be back. Though for now, I’ll have to deliver the message myself. [Up reaches one hand again, this time to take his NV off his face and turn it around so the camera faces him-

Wait, where did that second pair of shades come from?]

Happy Valentines Day, all you lovebirds out there. Or Butthurt Singles Awareness Day, for the bachelors and bachelorettes that need to get the fuck over themselves. [With that, he brings his free hand up to his face, and blows the manliest of kisses.

so.

COOL.]

(OOC: So Bro sent out V-Day smuppets to a shit ton of people. Castmates, non-castmates, even a few complete strangers probably woke up to find one of these little dudes on their doorstep. If you want one, just make note of it in the subject line or something. I’ll leave the specifics like colors up to you guys!)

brigadeleader

[Words scroll over the screen (she's actually just rebroadcasting them from the network:]

"Nulls and Norms, a newly released pen & dice tabletop gaming system, has sold over 1000 copies this week." "Can you take the challenge and survive...without powers?!"

[Then the camera snaps to Haruhi, against a rather poorly-fitting CGI green screen background of indistinct monsters and dragons and swords. There are, however, realistic-looking "potion" concoctions, grabbed from Gearheads, that are bubbling and simmering away.]

Now, role-playing games can be educational explorations of alternate situations, and everything. More importantly, they can potentially lend spice to life, especially around here, when you could roleplay someone a lot more convincingly than if you were in a boring normal world and you had to just pretend you're someone else and say or write out all their actions.

Which makes this game all the more ridiculous, right, Siren's Port? Who wants to play a game where you have less interesting things that you can do than in real life?

[She points straight at the camera.]

That's why I'm going to be running a Mega Expansion Pack session of Nulls and Norms in the next month. Because we need to have this kind of event done properly, it'll take some preparation time. Which gives all of you out there time to prepare yourself a character for the game! Got that, everyone? Get ready for a super SOS adventure! Send your applications in here!

[A slight pause while she wonders whether to address the other notable current event.]

...And forget about all the stupid Valentine's Day stuff. That holiday is best done as a social guide like it is in Japan than as an occasion for all the mental illness love crap. It's okay to make chocolate and stuff, but all the romantic dinners and stuff... That's purposeless. Use that time to get ready for this instead!

All right, you can go back to your humdrum daily life now!

manipuleights

What a stupid idea for a holiday. I can't 8elieve people are seriously wasting time and money on it!
What's wrong with you? Are you humans just running out of ideas to make the rest of us sick to our protein sacs? I am soooooooo tired of seeing little cut out heart cards every time I just want to go out and get my gru8 on!
Oh w8, I have an idea!
How a8out we do a last pathetic lovesick human standing competition? You can sta8 each other with adora8le heart lances and wax poetic in your own pools of 8lood! Won't that 8e fun????????

(( OOC; She's not bitter and lonely at all, nope. Text opt out is always an option!! ))

wwelp

im fuckin dyin out here
not a the cold or cause i couldnt hold my owwn
thats not evven the beginnin a my problem
no
no wwhats krillin me here is loneliness
ivve been out here since forevver and not a single fuckin one a you havve bothered for so much as a howw are you eri
you holdin up alright
wwant a place to stay the day
do you need a hand in fightin those canadians for the greater good a evveryone eri
a course i dont but thats besides the point here
the point bein that if somethin other than my owwn loneliness was killin me it wwouldnt evven make a difference cause no one wwould knoww
cause its only me out here
evven jake left and i knoww wwe got along wwell enough
wwhatevver
figures this place is no different than anywwhere else
and here i wwas thinkin earth wwas supposed to be more hospitable or somethin

[ an ooc note: my apologies for any tags that might be coming days late; my net's been down and DW hasn't been loading. ]

vestalvogue

Has Anyone Seen A Girl Named Rose Lalonde
Blonde Hair Cut Short In A Bob With Lavender Eyes And Very Pale Skin
Particularly Adept WIth Wands And Needles And Prone To Sarcasm And Very Complex Plans And Erudite Language
Which Allows Her To Pass Off Some Of Her Statements As Less Cutting Than They Really Are
She Is A Lovely Girl Maybe A Bit Impulsive Really But A Very Good Friend And
She Has Gone Missing
She Was Residing With Myself And Our Friend Jade In The Tower Apartments And Then She Was Not There And We Have Not Seen Her Since
There Was No Note To Indicate Where She Might Have Gone But I Don't Want To Assume The Rest So If Youve Seen Her Or Heard Anything About Her Please Speak Up So We Can Relocate Her

whippings

[It's just post-Sirens; you can see the daylight through the window to Franziska's back. She's sitting at her kitchen table, sunglasses perched on her head and her whip visibly coiled on her lap, one hand tapping on its handle, the other holding a cup of coffee.

She also doesn't look particularly happy -- that is, unhappier than usual.]

Good morning, Siren's Port. I'd like to bring your attention to a certain matter for several minutes.

[She takes a sip of her coffee.]

My name is Franziska von Karma; I am a teaching fellow at Siren's Port University, a member of the Newcomer Political Party and the current administrator of the Newcomer Fund.

It has come to my knowledge recently that some of our newer arrivals here have not been properly informed of their options here in the city, and I do not know if information is becoming lost in communication, but I will take this opportunity to correct any misconceptions.

The Newcomer Fund is, as the name states, a Fund with the sole purpose of helping and supporting newcomers with adapting to life here. We acknowledge that the nature in which people are brought here - suddenly, against their will - is disorienting, and that some people may need more help than others. Examples of what the Fund can be used for include: educational expenses, housing and rent, capital for the creation of neutral Newcomer business and the like.

The application form is very straightforward, but if you have any difficulty in reading it, due to illiteracy or any other reason, then I would be more than happy to help you complete it. Applications forms can be found in areas of high Newcomer traffic, or from me directly. I will also attach one to the end of this broadcast.

Of course, the Fund did not solely spring into existence on its own, nor does it continue to function without community contribution. It is expected that when you borrow from the Fund, that you donate to it once you have settled into the community and procured gainful employment so that other new, disoriented arrivals can be helped much like you once were.

In fact, I would encourage everyone to contribute to it regardless of if they did or didn't need it when they were starting out, and to pass this information along to anyone who might not hear it. It is only through working together that our community can continue to grow and function, and we can all help each other become useful members of this city's society.

Thank you.

[And after all that speaking, she really needs another sip of her coffee. There's a brief pause where what you can mostly hear is Franziska typing at her keyboard, looking at the screen as though it had personally wronged her before two attachments show up on this broadcast.

The first is a copy of the application form for the newcomer Fund.
The second is a text version of this little spiel here.

Because, she realizes that not everyone is going to listen and she wants to cover her bases here.And if they refuse to listen and read? Well, then, they're fools who didn't deserve the funding anyway.]

integrity

[The NV turns on to show massive paw prints in the snow, spaced an incredible distance apart. The feed continues moving -- the paw prints are getting closer together -- until it stops abruptly, with a soft chuckle from your resident favorite demon -- because it appears that a massive bloody thing is hovering in mid-air.]

Was killing it necessary?

[The bloody lump of... whatever the living hell Crowley's Hellhound has found shakes in mid-air, the bones crunching with a quick snap of her jaws as she swallows part of it whole, before dropping the other half on the ground. The snow then puffs upward in a spray of crystals as Growley drops obediently at Crowley's feet.

The NV moves for a moment or two before Crowley pockets it, though you can still hear him speaking before the feed shuts off.]

Last time I ask you to fetch me a bloody steak, stupid beast.

ooc; You can find Crowley and his hellhound in person if you're wandering around Sector Three!