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[A beaming Roxas is holding a ~~beautiful, sparkling~~ kind of dinky but well-polished trophy with a molded brass coffee mug on top. Classy.]

I wasn't going to say anything, but my friends said I should. [He looks sort of sheepishly embarrassed, yet proud.]

Anyway, yesterday they held the "King o' Joe coffee contest yesterday, and...I won. Well, I'm the one who competed, but I don't think I did it by myself. I owe everything I know about making really good coffee to you, Mr. Armando. [This is said with UTMOST SINCERITY because the visored one is both an excellent teacher and sort of scary when it comes to java.]

The prize is free shipping on imported wholesale coffee, so we're going to have a celebration this weekend with special sales and stuff—not everything's going to be really cheap, since we haven't actually ordered any new stuff yet, but it'll be a good time, I promise. Stop by the S.S. Kahve in Sector 3.

Oh yeah! Someone quit last week to go work at a bookstore or something, so there's a spot open if anyone's looking for a job. It's a pretty cool place, and we serve really good coffee. [He grins at the trophy.] See, proof.

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.

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] )

madeinoblivion

So. [Joe sounds particularly cranky and irritated] Me and Roxas we were wondering...

Is it okay for a landlord to just like.... come in your apartment and show somebody else around- while you're still living there?

Who just does that? Let strangers walk around and say nasty things about all our stuff, and how it smells like cats. What if we weren't home, and they took stuff? Or if somebody was sleeping, or naked in the bedroom?

...who do we even go to and complain to about it?

We really need to get serious about moving someplace else. Between this and the rent going way way up for next month, and the heat not coming on till it freezes outside... it's getting crazy.

[Roxas chimes in, sounding nearly as perturbed as his friend.]

They said it was an inspection, but we've been here a couple of years now and I don't think we've ever had one of those. Except when we moved in, maybe.

We've never had a problem here, but they were acting like we're bad renters. But we're fine, we always have been.

...and it does not smell like cats. Xact and Blue are really good and we clean up after them!

lockandkeyblade

[You're very tall today, Siren's Port. Or rather, Sora's in a place high enough that we should all watch our step or risk a very, very long fall. Sora's rather at home at the edge of the rooftop though, and the NV's steady where it's been set. Sora's busy chewing on his pencil's eraser, pondering what to write.]

I've been thinking. We've all got things we regret. We beat ourselves up, even if there's nothing we can do about it.

[Sora's pencil takes to the paper, scrawling out his thoughts.]

'If I could just go back in time, maybe I could fix it. If I could do it all over again, I'd really change things! Make it all better.'

Right?

[He finishes decisively. Then... turns it over, folding it lengthwise. Corners down, foldback the edges and... there. One completed paper airplane, wings branded with Sora's distinctive handwriting.]

The other day, a really brave friend taught me something important. Me and my friends, we've been in some pretty scary places. When you're lost in the darkness, it can get really hard to find the light.

[He pushes up off the ground with a small bounce an stands upright on his own two feet.]

But it's always there-- you just gotta look for it. I mean, if things never happened the way they did, who knows where or even who we'd be. I'm me because of the good and the bad. Mistakes and all. I'm me because of my memories, and the people I've met along the way. Including everybody here in the Port.

It's not easy letting go. Sometimes it takes forever. But one thing I know that really helps... [One flick of his hand sends the paper airplane flying off the edge. Sora shields his eyes from the sun and stands right at the edge, watching as the wind sweeps it up and takes it on a spiralling path out of sight.

Feels good.]

... is having a somebody who'll hear you out.

So how about it?

Ever look back? Or wish you could do something all over again?

deformed

[ ~~You're the fandom bullfrog, SP, well done if you understand that ref.~~ Positioning the NV on a window-sill, Zuko steps back with a sceptical look as he checks it's running; he looks entirely healed since the last time he crashed into the network, thankfully, albeit as awkward as any sixteen-year-old boy possibly can. Sighing, a hand runs through his hair. ]

Um. Hello. Zuko, here.

So ... I recently arrived and I still haven't been to many places in this city. It's nowhere near as huge as Ba Sing Se — that's the biggest one back where I come from — but still pretty large. We should go explore it. [ Oops, that was a bit out of the blue, wasn't it? Not in his head, until he checks himself. ] Here, not there. Not right now, unless — you want to? I mean, I'm free, but I can wait for you if you don't take too long, I'd like to get to know where everything is.

[ Screwing his eyes shut against irritation (yes, over himself, because who insults the people they're trying to introduce themselves to?), he somewhat starts again. ]

Or I could help you out ... maybe. I don't know how much good burning things would do. [ Lifting a hand, it's clearly on fire with crackling flames and not perturbing him at all as he forgets to waft it away. ] I've suddenly got a lot of time on my hands, if anyone wants to bother doing stuff.

... 'Stuff'? Urgh, I sound so stupid.

[ ~~Life-changing field-trip with Zuko, anyone?~~ ]

todomarishi

[In a clearing somewhere in Sector 7, Terra kneels before a shrine of sorts. The 'shrine' consists of little more than a sword stand decorated with bits of metal and stained glass. In front of it, four tea light candles are set up in square glass holders. Three of the candles are lit. To the left of the candles is a dish filled with strawberries.

A wooden replica of a Keyblade lies across the stand itself.

On Terra's lap, lying parallel to the wooden blade, is his own Keyblade. Terra's busy cleaning his weapon with a strip of cloth.]

One of the instructors at the academy told me that everything happens for a reason. I've been thinking about that lately and I'm not sure I believe it. There's a lot of things in my life that I can't find any reason for, no matter how hard I look. But that instructor is a very wise man... He wouldn't just make things up. So I figure maybe it's true for some people and not for others. Maybe for some people, things just happen for no reason at all.

Maybe some people were brought to this world for a reason and others weren't. Maybe it's even a mistake that some people are here.

[Light flares somewhere off-camera: Terra did think to set up a defensive spell to try and shield himself from any of those daytime shadow monsters.]

Master Aqua has left the city again. I know she was working at a magic school. I'm sorry for the inconvenience her absence probably poses to her coworkers and students.

[He glances up then, trying to remember what else it was he'd meant to say... Oh, right.]

I hope everyone's getting a chance to honor their fathers today. [He nods absently.] It's a nice holiday.

feverpitching

[Well, here's someone who hasn't been on the network too much lately. Ven is sitting with his arms folded on his desk, his chin resting on his wrists as he watches a goldfish swim idly around in its bowl. Besides the multi-colored rocks decorating the bottom, there's nothing else in the fishbowl.

Ven glances at his NV, and then poses a very 'important' question...]

What kinds of things do fish like to do? I mean, Admiral Bubbles looks happy enough, but don't you think it'd get boring inside a plain little bowl like this after a while?

I'd ask him what he likes if I could, but I don't think I'm going to get an answer. [He laughs at that. Nope, no talking fish in this world.] So if anyone has any suggestions on what I could do to make his home a little more entertaining, I'd appreciate it.

This is the first time I've owned a fish.

not_the_dreck

[Anyone close to where Asch lives could probably hear the high pitched, absolutely enraged scream that came from the old Outer Haven that morning. A few minutes later, he'll be taking that screaming to the NVs.]

[...in video, so everyone can see that someone out there got in one last April Fools Day prank while Asch was asleep.]

DRECK!!!

YOU DID THIS TO ME DIDN'T YOU!? YOU DAMN WELL BETTER BE HIDING RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU NEVER KNEW WHAT A PAIR OF SCISSORS WERE YOU STUPID, IDIOTIC REPLICA!!!

[Needless to say, he's not happy about his new haircut.]

pullsheavendown

Does anyone here ever feel like time doesn't move at the same pace all the time?

[Roxas is recording this post from the front window of his coffee shop, off his shift and therefore free to chat it up with the network. The (for now) light drizzle seems to have put him in a contemplative mood again.]

Not just when you're really bored on a slow afternoon and just want to skip ahead a few hours. (I know minutes are longer than 60 seconds then.) It's just...in a few days I'll have been here for two years. Two years. And I know that's right, but it doesn't seem like it's true.

[He chuckles and takes the last sip of to-go coffee.]

I remember when I counted time in days. Sometimes weeks. A year seemed like a lifetime. [A sadder expression appears on his face for a fleeting moment.] Maybe it was a lifetime, because I'm definitely living a different life than I was when I arrived. Sometimes I feel like a completely different person.

But it's been good. Even with the darkness, and even though really bad things have happened. Good things have, too. I've gotten to know people I never would have spoken to otherwise, and not just people from different worlds. I'm grateful for that. It hurts when people leave, but I think it's better than not knowing them at all.

So I guess I want to say...thanks. However long I stay here, it's been worth it.

[He peers out the window, then straightens up.] Looks like the rain's letting up a little. I'm gonna go get some errands done.

[ooc: Roxas, as an early victim of the Wiles of Memory plot, certain aspects of his memory have been removed or changed; however, he is not aware of this yet. Perhaps conversation in the comments will trigger a realization? Open to action.]

madeinoblivion

In three more days, it'll be two whole years since I've been pulled here.

[Joe Fieldman is sitting at the top of his apartment building's fire escape, facing the sunset. Ten minute siren warning has just ended, but there's still light left, and the blinking light of the radio tower is not too far off, backed by the skyline of downtown: the shining walls of SERO's ultra-modern skyscrapers glimmering sleek, and the top of AGI's corporate tower standing tallest as a dark spire against the sky beyond that, in the far distance.]

...That's really weird, how fast it's been. It feels like it wasn't so long ago, that I walked into my apartment in the Towers (All the way up on the top floor!) and found out the landlord had already put Riku there, figuring I was the same exact person who'd already lost the room key. 'Stupid newcomers', right?

Two years, and I should take time and look back on everything I've done with it. But that's not really so much as I'd like it to be.

I've made plenty of friends. And had good times with them. I found a name. I got stronger, and fought lots of monsters in the darkness- I've still got to run into about half of them that Darwin's got listed in the guide. Learned bike tricks from the guys at the skate park. Won a film contest, first place (okay, so Mr. Cohen did do most of it, but I was a good 'disciple'). Survived some earthquakes and riots and craziness. I learned a lot about wiring and sound tech and how to put on good music for a club. I joined and then quit a company. Got a tattoo. Got permanently kicked out of SERO's crummy arcade. Fought some witches- which I heard saves the universe, but it doesn't make so much around here any better. Helped run that metal concert, which was a smash hit.

Still, that's hardly everything. And that's what's been bugging me the most. It's been a long time since I've really done anything important. Anything to change this place around, for the better. I mean, I protect my friends, but-

But some of my other friends have gotten killed, or gone away- or other bad stuff's happened to them. And there's not much I've figured out how to do, about changing that.

Does everyone who wants a better life to live in this city ever feel stuck this way? Like you have no clue what you could do next, to really make a difference?

Back in other worlds, some people who get pulled here are heroes...

I've been thinking- maybe it's really time I get serious and do something. But I don't know where to start, in a place like Siren's Port. How to do it. There are still days I feel like I don't even know who to be.

rainprism

[The click of a blow drier shutting off heralds the beginning of the voice transmission, followed shortly by the roll of a drawer being opened and closed. Aqua begins speaking right away after that.]

Everyone, I'm home.

[She sounds rushed, tired. ... A little different, perhaps, in some implacable way. The drawer opens and shuts again.]

Sorry to've run off like that, I just ...

[Rustling. There's a faint reverberation when next she speaks; She sounds a bit more distant. It's likely the NV is stationary while she moves about, and rustling muffles her voice periodically.]

There were things that I needed to take care of, that's all. I'm back now. I'm here.

( FILTER ➞ SOLSTICE ACADEMY STUDENTS & INSTRUCTORS )

presspasskey

[ Lois looks far, far too amused today. And it's not the kind of amused that implies someone did something to entertain her; oh no, this is a Lois Lane who's got something planned.

Two weeks and the apocalypse hasn't come; she figures it's safe to be public about this now. ]

I did some research. Turns out this is the day when women are allowed to propose to men. Apparently in Finland saying no means the guy has to buy her fabric for a new skirt. I think she still has to make it herself, though. Lucky her.

My opinion on 'allowed' is probably obvious, so I won't go there.

[ She bites her lip for a moment to keep from laughing. ]

Anyway, she's got this chance that only comes along once every four years. Say she wants to be extra cheesy because it's also her boyfriend's birthday. The problem is he's only a quarter of the age someone born the day before would be.

A girl really can't propose to someone the calendar thinks is six years old.

Besides, I'm taken.

[ As she takes a sip of what is probably coffee, something glints on her left hand. ]

So I guess you'll just have to settle for 'Happy birthday,' Smallville.

voidgears

[the feed starts with a little bit of feedback, but when it starts the voice is one of one perturbed angry, unversed boy. And yes, he's shouting]

VENTUS!!!!

I know you're here, so stop hiding from me.

[The voice isn't as loud or as angry, but he's still pretty pissed.] You and I. We need to talk. [A heart to heart if you will] There's some guidelines that need to be laid down.

And this time? No hiding behind those pesky little friends of yours.

I mean it. You better find me before I find you.

[/end feed]

acclimatized

It's been a while since I've updated with anything on here. Apart from that time looping business a while back that everyone already knows about, there hasn't been that much to talk about either. Guess you could say I have been busy re-adjusting to being back here. Oh right and that thing yesterday. The report with those history exhibits coming alive? There had been talk about bringing a mummy into the flat. Finding severed heads and feet in the freezer I can actually deal with, but actually talking to the reanimated dead? No thanks! Never a dull moment here, that's for sure.

madeinoblivion

[There's a shift and crinkle of a soft taco wrapper, loosely covering an NV to hide it's sneaky planting. Through the low murmur of background noise, and something which sounds distinctly like Underground Mall muzak, two adolescent male voices are prominent. One sounds particularly bright with bravado and a little bit of playful goading.]

Okay, so! That is a pretty girl. Good, Roxas! You're finally getting somewhere with this.... Now. [Onward to step two and the ten thousand munny jackpot question:] What makes her pretty?

Sheesh, you don't need to talk like I'm a little kid. [But Roxas sounds more amused than annoyed.] Uh...she has nice hair. With the curls.

So curly, [Joe clarifies keenly, his voice leading] but not....frizzy-curly. Neat.

Yeah. The smooth curls. See that other girl over there? It looks like she has a bush on her head. [The boys dissolve into a brief round of shared sniggers.]

No bushes, right- and... light-colored, right? Red or Blonde? Okay, now what's better, skinner like her or curvier- not big, but...like that one-

What's it matter what color someone's hair is? Red and blonde are both nice. ...uh. That one, over there.

Does it matter what kind of clothes she likes to wear? Or what stuff she does- what kind of stuff do you think is cute? That's really important for finding your 'type' - (You know, for girls this part is so easy? It's not fair- they have magazines with these quizzes and they just circle answers and then you count up what letters you've got most of, and that tells them straight off what your 'type' is.) So anyway. If you had to use just five words for what you like in girls....Go!

[Roxas is starting to get a little annoyed with all the questions here, himself.] That stuff's not important. (And that sounds like a stupid magazine.)

Uh...nice...funny...active...pretty smile? I can't think of anything else, are we done?

Yep! That should give us some options. [Plucking up the NV, he swaps it to video and uprights the camera, revealing an brief upside-down view of an ideal girl-watching overlook on the second level of the food court turning the image on the spiky blonde haired victim of this attractiveness-scouting duo.] So! You heard it all right here, ladies! My friend Roxas needs a Valentine, and has just a few more days to find one-

[Roxas's jaw drops and his eyes go wide as comprehension dawns.] Did you...

Aaaaany takers? (Bonus, if you like coffee.)

Are we on the network?!

...Or Ice Cream! [A 'hah' of a laugh, our cameraman leaps up from his seat and swerves it quickly in front of him to block his aghast and embarassed friend's path] Or maybe skateboarding. Or you just want to come over and play with his cat-

[And then Roxas lunges directly at the camera. There's the fumbling beginnings of a wrestling match, a peal of Joe's laughter, and then the recording shuts off.]

destinysembrace

[The feed starts up to a a table filled with lace, ribbons, red paper and a few tiny roses. Possibly a scissor and some tape added to the mix, with Kairi humming somewhere off screen. After a while, she picks the NV up, showing what she was working on.

There's a small pretty bowl filled with candy hearts, resting on a circular piece of paper trimmed with lace, and a ribbon wrapped around it with rose buds at the center of the knot. Kairi's voice comes on.]

Mm, not sure if it works good enough, since I'll have to run it by the boss, but I might as well get opinions on it. Is it too fancy or too plain as a centerpiece for tables on Valentine's day?

[It made sense. Decorating a coffee shop for Valentine's would rake in crazy profits. She switches the view back to her, munching meditatively on a candy heart as she tilts her head to one side.]

... and I was curious on how some people here actually celebrated Valentine's day. Like... do you guys give chocolate to your closest friends, or just for a special someone?

acemedium

[Oh, hey, Siren's Port. Today (or, well, that day that keeps repeating itself, but details) Maya is sitting at a desk, looking news reporter-esque and very serious. This is going to be a very serious feed]

Citizens of Siren's Port, we have a national crisis! Or... city-wise crisis! Port-crisis? ... You get the picture! Anyway, you know that moment when you did something and it feels like you've done it before but you don't remember when? That's called "Dijon View" [That"s "Déjà vu", Maya]

Well, that's what's happening! But worse! Every day is the same day, Thursday! It’s not even Friday! [How terrible. She's saying all this like it's brand new information.]

Anyway, it's obvious what it is! Time goons! The Evil Magistrate’s time goons! This totally happened on this one episode of the Steel Samurai—

[Suddenly, Diego’s cat steps on the NV, thankfully cutting out what otherwise might be a five minute long ramble on said Steel Samurai episode. When it clicks back on:]

--Okay, so what do we do?

1. Don’t panic!!! And don't get depressed and hurt yourself, either [Not to name names or anything] Everything will be okay! We just need to defeat the time goons!
2. Investigate anyone that looks goon-y thoroughly! Remember, time goons are sneaky and try to blend into society, so make sure you check them really closely! Except for Mr. Asch. He’s definitely not one, despite how he looks.
3. When you find a goon, give 'em a Samurai Chop! That'll stop them in their tracks.
4. Be sneaky around the locals! They don’t know about the time thingy, so they might get suspicious and think you’re a goon if you talk about how it’s not Thursday anymore!
5. If you find a time machine, chances are a vile agent has already used it to go back in time– oh wait, I’m thinking of the wrong thing.
6. Um, I don't have a six, but the list looks better like this.

Anyway, the point is! Stay calm! Don’t do crazy stuff! Once we beat all the time goons and stop the Evil Magistrate's devious plans, time will go back to normal and the Dijon View's gonna disappear too!

[Maya's about to click off the feed, but suddenly a final, profound thought comes to her:]

... And under no circumstances should anyone sing "Let's Do the Time Warp Again!"