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Hey. Ah. I know everyone else has been doing this lately, but...I guess we all have to say something, huh?

[Hiccup looks away from the feed for a moment, visibly torn between what he should be doing. At the same time, there's this sense of unwavering resolve that comes to the surface.]

Guys? [Hesitation gets to him, but he pushes to continue.] I gotta go. [He strokes Toothless' head.] We need to go back.

The last time I went home, I came upon a very big, terrible discovery. And this happened the night before the final dragon test I have to go through. I know what happens. Astrid told me. I just...I have to go through with it, you know?

[Toothless gives the boy a nudge. A low gurgling purr clutters the sound for a moment. Hiccup laughs weakly, regaining his balance before looking back at the feed.]

So... [He draws in a quick breath, puffing out his cheeks.] That's it.

...Astrid?

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. ]

psychopath

Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

justwillow

[Willow is in view of the camera. She's sat in a coffee shop looking a little sullen, her hands are being warmed by a delicious looking hot chocolate with all the marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles she managed to fit on the thing.

She sighs and stares into nothingness, before snapping out of it briefly and looking down at the camera.]

I... was wondering if anyone else was suffering from holiday blues?

[She wasn't sure why she was asking a vast audience of people she didn't know this question, but it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.]

I kind of feel a little bit out of place being all down in the dumps. But I can't snap out of it. Not even chocolate has cured my problem.

[A phantom of a smile spreads across her lips, a joke from a long time ago.]

Does anyone have any suggestions?

senjulegacy

Counselors. Tch. Yeah, right. [ The feed begins sotto voce. Not much of a preamble with this one, Naruto doesn't sound too impressed about the recent 'Core flux'. ]

That kinda stuff is useless after shit's already happened. [ Ninja don't do counselors, though some ninja could use them. Naruto sighs. It's a tired sound, but it doesn't last. ]

Alright, this had a point. Gonna keep it short. I'm lookin' for a job. A bunch of jobs. Doesn't matter what they are, I'm not picky. I'm... good with my hands?

That is to say, I can kick ass without breakin' a sweat, I've got great aim! I'm strong. And I'm a ramen expert. [ Shut up, this is a Skill. ] And I'm, uh-- Well, I'm good with plants, too. [ Awkward pause. Someone's thinking of Ino sob. ]

Oh! Yeah. One more thing.

If I wanted to get a job at SERO, how would I do that?

ella_of_frell

[ So this is an Ella. An Ella on a mission. And that mission, is to take back what was hers. Like her home. But first, pre-emptive things need to be acquired. She's at the table in her apartment with Kyra pacing restlessly. ]

So I've checked a number of flower shops, but I've only been able to get my hands on pretty common flower bouquets. I'm looking for something specific.

Effelwort, or bogweed. Well, bogweed is what I need the most.

Oh! And I also need at least three sprigs of thistlewind - or something comparable. They're herbs for helping someone to sleep for a few hours.

[ Not for her though. She eyes her paper thoughtfully, crossing some things off. ]

Guess that's it - I think there's something called Valerian root that would work too, but according to what I've read it might be a little too strong. [ She didn't want Hattie to pull a Sleeping Beauty. She pauses for a second. ]

Also - does anyone know what happens to the belongings of a person who is sent back home by that Core?

[ Because she's curious if what Hattie said was true ahead of time. But she isn't going to stay long, as she gets to her feet and motions to her wolf. ]

Enough Kyra, she's not here anymore, and I need to go shopping.

justwillow

[You see Willow at work, in the store and she's quietly looking over a book, marking pages with brightly coloured sticky notes. What she hasn't realised though, that there's one stuck to her cheek, one stuck to her left arm and if you're lucky enough to be here in person? She sat on one and now it's happily stuck to her butt. The NV is propped up against her, there's a stack of books next to her and some festive giftwrap just in view.]

Is anyone good with giftwrap? I am so not good at giftwrap. It's awkward and annoying and it tears easily and why could Anya do it when I can't?

[She looks tired, and there is a big mug of coffee sat next to her. She yawns, before her eyes close for a moment and she looks at the camera.]

If someone could give me lessons before the big holiday rush? I'd appreciate it. I've been researching things and time... [Another yawn.] Time is getting away from me.

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.

itsatrep

[There was a news item today about a knockout gas attack on AGI Tower. That's the first thing that inspires the post.]

Ooh, if I'm not careful, I might get gassed to death at work.

What's so bad about working for AGI anyway?

[The second is the chance to ask a question that he knows will piss people off.]

summing_it_up

[Here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while. It looks like he just got back in from a long day of work. Or something.]

Well. I guess everyone's been busy lately, huh?

[Don't mind him. He also has a dragon sprawled across his lap.]

reassures

Ino Yamanaka has left the Port.

She was running a flower shop, but I don't know if she had any papers leaving that to someone in the event of her disappearance. As far as I know there are a few other workers from it still here, so whatever happens to it will be left up to their discretion.

If Ino left unpaid bills with anyone, or any affairs that need settling, please let me know-- I can handle them, just let me know. My name is Nill.

[She pauses. Nill rarely addresses the network at large, and it feels a little too somber to only talk about someone disappearing.]

If anyone knows of any job openings, I could use a new job as well. I don't have enough hours at my current job right now to pay all of my bills. I have enough savings right now that I can handle things for Ino, but leaving it like this for very long wouldn't be the best idea.

I've worked in a lot of different places, but I'm not very good behind a register.

ella_of_frell

[ When the NV turns on, Ella isn't really paying attention to it - though her intention might have been to use it, that thought is derailed by the chatter of several others nearby. ]

No - no no, I don't need - Excuse, me could you please stop pushing baskets at me, I don't want your brochures. Really, I appreciate it but - [ They are totally not listening. ]

No, thank you that's kind of you but could you just ... take... these -- but I - [ Yea, Ella, keep trying to talk over the company representatives. With a clatter, she drops the NV, and it now shows a crooked image of Ella with her arms full of baskets from AGI and SERO both, looking a bit lost, frustrated, and confused. Yet she perseveres! ]

I'm just trying to say - this is really too much so - oh! [ Aaand the bundle of baskets in her arms abruptly topple over when she loses her grip, tumbling onto the floor, papers scattering everywhere. Those representatives? Totally off to harass another newcomer. Help her? That's silly. ]

Could you h- oh, no, of course not, yeah, no walk away, that's just great... thanks. No, thank you,I've got it, not that you were lifting a finger to help or anything...

[ Sighing, Ella kneels to gather up what was foisted into her arms, though she catches sight of the NV recording. ]

... Is it always this...chaotic?

[ Maybe she can give this stuff to someone else. What she really needed was warmer clothing. ]

meowingumbrella

[ Well, here's a sight you don't get to see every day: a goat-like face with wild red eyes with only one goat horn, the other a stag's, and a rather trim horses's mane. This oddball is rather mismatched, and it is far more pronounced when he smiles and reveals his only fang.

Well, you think that might be the case. For some reason, the video only shows the creature as though it is drawn out in stained glass. A strange, animated piece of art. ]

Well, this is new!

But it is all dreary, all the same. How boring. [ He rolls his eyes and sticks out his serpentine tongue. ]

But! There's going to be some hot chocolate! Complete with candy cotton clouds.

It's all on me.

[ Of course, he fails to mention of the roads turning to soap. Oops. ]

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks highly amused by the three animatronic trolls Tony Stark built and had delivered to the front door of the Uzushio. He's currently perched on the head of one of the three of them with a little grin on his face. He still doesn't know who the anonymous texter was, but he's impressed enough by the end results.]

Best trolling ever.

[He even applauds. That took a fair amount of dedication to follow through with it.]

Thank you, mystery person! They've been a great conversation piece. Getting them inside and setting up a Halloween display in the main lobby took some work, but I like them.

blondandperfect

[Sorry, Jack, Hattie's back. She's covered in mud again, and she looks pissed.]

WHAT is going on??

Is there another trick happening at the port!? Whoever started this better fix it right now!

All of my things are in that house and she won't let me in!

[She then proceeds to whine.]

I want a bath! And my dresses! And my make-up! And my mirror! And my shoes! I can't live like this, I'm a PRINCEEEEEEEESS!

[*sob*]

ella_of_frell

[ Well being without a job again kinda sucks. Ella's got the NV on as well, jotting things down on a separate sheet of paper. ]

So... I haven't really been looking at the newsfeed lately, but - being that I'm currently jobless and Meg is the only breadwinner at the moment, I really need to find some work. Any suggestions, or ope-

[ She breaks off as she hears someone at the door, and immediately narrows her eyes. ]

Who are you, and how did you get in here?

Ha ha, 'hilarious', Ella. I'm taking a bath.

Get out!

.. What?

Get out before I call the police!

Don't tell me what t-

[ Ella picks up a familiar looking vase.]

Now!

MAKE ME!!

[ Well that's one command she's glad slipped through her interruptions, turning her attention to the stairs, whistling sharply. ]

Kyra! An Intruder!

NO!

[ This statement is followed by the sound of Ella's pet wolf hurtling down the stairs with a snarl, and then Hattie's voice screaming something as the wolf chases her out. Tensely, Ella walks over to peer outside, before returning to her NV. ]

And apparently I now need a locksmith.

[ OOC: Welcome Hattie back from her con everyone! ]

astralling

[Prue opens the video with a terse sigh. She's standing in front of the back wall of the dugout by the baseball field, looking tired and supremely annoyed. Her hair is also seven inches longer than it was three days ago.]

Can someone please come down here and shake off these so-called Greeters? I came here in a slight... situation, and they won't believe me when I tell them I'm fine.

I swear, it's like they're waiting for a permission slip.

[So Prue is astral-projecting to make this post, and the Greeters have her actual body pretty much captive right now because they think Prue is being stupid about the injuries she showed up with.]

Oh, and- hi. How long have I been gone? What month is this?

noshrimp

[The camera is pretty close to Anya's face from the start. She pulls it out a little, trying to keep herself in frame. It's still daytime, thankfully, but Anya looks pretty pale and queasy, and the large bandage on her forehead certainly doesn't help.]

Whoever created this dimension, you didn't do a very good job. I can tell this isn't my reality, which is a novice mistake, really. Well. Unless this is a Hell dimension you summoned me to.

[She looks around, checking for anything vaguely hellish.]

It certainly doesn't seem like a Hell dimension. Not many Hell dimensions have baseball. And if you did summon me, in case you haven't heard, I've given up on the whole vengeance business. No vengeance at all. 100% vengeance free.

[She waits a few seconds more, hoping she'll just be taken away already.]

I know the Slayer, you know. Or- Well. I knew- It's complicated, and I'd rather not talk about- I also know witches! Powerful witches. Powerful, lesbian witches. So, send me back! Or I'll unleash their lesbian fury upon you.

justwillow

[The feed starts with the ceiling getting further away and a crash as the NV hits the floor. Willow rubs her hand looking down at the NV tapping it gingerly with her finger drawing back. Huh... No shocking.]

That’s weird.

[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]

Buff--

[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]

[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]

Will!

[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]

( TL;DR? They get attacked by Appliances. )

((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))

bondsoflove

[He's still thin, but he doesn't look so sick now that he's been here for a few days. His expression is twisted and smoldering with annoyance, anger, something. If his memory weren't so impeccable, today would just be any other day, but no. He remembers Kakashi's birthday as though the date had been singed into his head with an iron brand.

His mind never misses an opportunity to beat the shit out of him.

So the words are a little harsher, more clipped than they might have been, for the neutrality of the question.]

I need somewhere with a lot of space to train.

And a job.