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[Hello there, network. Been awhile, right? Raul is not in the office, he's at home. This may be a first.]

Hello, network. It's been some time since I've addressed everyone, and for that, you have my apologies. For those who have recently arrived in this city, my name is Raul Creed. I'm the general manager of Lion's Gate, a club in the upper-class district of the city, and I am also the head of the Newcomer Political Party, a group created for and by your fellow Newcomers. We operate out of the Newcomer Community Center, which I hope you have all been told about by the greeters, or perhaps have visited. Our center is here for all of your needs, and we also have a Newcomer Fund, which will help you with any expenses. It's a loan that we give out, and while we don't expect you to pay it back, all we ask is that once you are on your feet, consider giving some of your good fortune back, to help any other Newcomers who might be in the port.

[He gives a small, tight smile.] It's a much better deal then what you'll find by AGI, and I highly suggest going with the Fund rather then being indebted by them. If you have any questions concerning this, please let me know, my NV is always on, and I am always ready to answer any questions. We've had a few interesting talks on the network lately, and I can promise you, we are doing everything in our power to fix many of the problems you have aired. I can only ask that, rather then taking immediate action in a violent way, you work with us to make sure it can never happen again in the future.

[He leans back in his chair, a fluffy cat jumping onto the couch and curling up next to him.]

Not everything in this city is serious, though. I'm pleased to announce that the NPP will be holding a Halloween Masquerade, which seems to have become a tradition in this city. It's still up to debate on whether this party should be a costume party, or simply a masked ball, and if anyone has an opinion on this, please let us know. We plan to hold this on the 27th, which is a Saturday, and it will be held at the Newcomer Community Center, which I am assured will be decorated appropriately. [He chuckles.] We're also holding our annual pumpkin carving and costume contest at the center, for any of our younger Newcomers who might wish to attend. This will be on the 25th, for those who would like to come by.

Concerning the community center, we're also in need of a new assistant director, to help our directer, Ms. Vesper Lynd, with the work. It is a part time job, but it will take a lot of work, and we would really appreciate someone who has a lot of ideas for events at the center, groups to be made, or classes. You will also be required to sit through the monthly NPP meetings. We are looking for more people to join the NPP, as well, preferably people who have been here for more then six months, and who have the same ideals as the party; to bring about change in this city, for both Newcomers and citizens, and to change the system from the inside.

I believe that is it. Again, any questions or concerns, or even to inquire as to joining the community center or the Newcomer Political party can be directed to me. Thank you very much for your time and patience.

[And he ends the feed.]

[Private text to Vesper Lynd sent later]

I was wondering if you would be free this Saturday for dinner?

triptoprofiling

[The man you see in front of you has seen better days. From the splotches of dirt all over his grey suit to the dark circles underneath his eyes accentuated by his pale complexion. A thought passed by his mind about freshening up a little more but splashing his face with water was all he could muster for the moment. It was hard to think about proper formalities when you are suddenly pulled away into some remote city island in Canada. An "alternate universe" at that. How could he possibly wrap his mind around it? Easy. He didn't. At least not for the moment.

Only the dim lights of his "new" lodging and the LCD light from the NV are the only things illuminating Norman. There's an old clunky dresser behind him that looks like it's about to bite the dust with just one touch alongside a metal chair whose seat is bent so forward it's impossible to sit on without your ass sliding straight off.]

They really weren't kiddin' about this...

[He pauses, taking a short breath.]

I'm Norman Jayden with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. To some-most of you that won't mean anything. I'm not trying to pull rank here. Just trying to make sense out of all of this. Now I already heard the explanation on how I got pulled here a dozen times already. It's...a little weird but I don't got much of a choice on the matter. What I don't understand is why everyone and their mothers are running for the hills when the sirens go on. I haven't gotten a single explanation as to wha-

[And without missing a beat a loud, blood curdling cry can be heard from the outside followed by a bang!

He looks behind him then back at the camera.]

On second thought...I think I might have answered my own question.

[A small mouse that is hardly visible to the video feed climbs up onto the dresser but it accidentally knocks over the one screw holding the entire the together. A large crash can be heard with the dresser falling into pieces.]

Shit. How the hell am-

[The video ends there.]

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.

theosen

[ At first, there's no audio -- just a particularly gruesome video repeated, over and over without sound. At some point during the broadcast, a voice like age-old gravels begins its narration. ]

Human nature at it's finest.

[ The drunks falls and retches as the door shuts. The one speaking sounds speculative at best, and indifferent at worst. ]

One can only wonder at the purpose of such a display. For what reason were we created if our inclination is towards destruction?

[ As he speaks, the video shows the Unhinged tearing the man apart. ]

Which is the greater monster -- the creature of the Dark? Or is it the individuals who provided it with its prey?

inamartiniglass

The weather is delightfully turning colder. Fall has always been my favorite season. But I'm here to take suggestions for what you'd like to see the community center do - events, fundraisers, or classes alike.

Also, if anyone needs their finances to be straightened, I'll be willing to help. I've missed numbers and balancing checkbooks other than my own.

[private to raul]

I need to speak with you.

gaveherwings

In the light of current events, as well as an increasing awareness of our dependency on electronic assistance, it begs the question...

Humankind really is over-reliant on our own technological advancements, aren't we?

My own city of Romdeau fell in part because of the Cogito Virus, which gave rise to the revolt of artificial intelligence. We could not function in our day-to-day lives without entourage and other service autoreivs handling menial operative tasks within the dome. People went mad, lost sheep- it was really quite humbling, how easy crippled we were. How childlike and helpless. Myself included. This world has changed me even in the simplest ways.

Three years ago, prior to my arrival, I'd never really done any cooking for myself, or cleaning for instance, or... so many things. Blackouts would render even the modern day hospital effectively paralyzed, if not for our backup generators.

(This is an awfully ironic conversation to be opening over NV, isn't it?)

All the same, my curiosity is piqued-

Some of you are from ages before the development of computers, androids, networks, lights, motorized vehicles, electronic devices and appliances, digital media, etc, etc...

I'd really like to know- what was it like? How did you live? What was the adaptations necessary, living "hands on", and without tools? Reliant on only face to face communications.

How is it for you now? Improved? Or do you feel as we're all inadept and talentless by comparison, as drone-like as the binary accessories which support us?

faustianism

It's been such a long time since I've checked in with the network. I was going to wait for this technology problem to be over, seeing as I'm not from the cell phone generation... [Mr. Gold begins pleasantly. He's outside, the weather beautiful enough that sitting on a park bench seems like the best idea in the world.] Becoming a lurker is not very good for business. Not good at all.

[He pauses.] My pawnshop, "Crossroads", has been open for a few months, now, but we've only just finished the reconstruction on it. Something that was desperately needed, if anyone has stopped in before. I was thinking of letting it past, but some sort of celebration for it sounds nice, doesn't it? The Uzushio Ryokan has been kind enough to host this shindig for me, I'd like to invite everyone to it. We're looking at the 22nd, starting around 7:00 pm.

[He smiles slightly, shifting the cane that his legs are holding up in front of him.] Myself and my associate, Mr. Sark, have found several interesting items to put up for auction, if that will entice anyone further. [He chuckles at that.]

We're also looking for help, to expand our little "family", as it were. If you happen to have a gift for gab, maybe some experience in sales, well. Someone like that would be a welcome addition. Just contact me, Mr. Gold, on my NV, or come into the shop.

( A three part text question send anonymously a few hours later. )

[ooc: Depending on your answers, Mr. Gold will invite you to an "after party" at the Uzushio Ryokan. A meeting of the minds for all the baddies out there, but if you'd like to attend by text over Mr. Gold's NV, he'll work with you on that. Party date changed to Saturday the 22nd!]

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? ]

vinovidivici

[ If anyone but Chane knew about Claire's current preoccupation with killing off the Newcomer Hunters, they might be surprised by how sentimental a serial killer could be over a little disappearance. He's turning a dog-eared letter over in his hands and looking alert, but thoroughly dejected. First Firo, now this. ]

Kaiji Itou's gone. I'll be heading by the Memorial later to pay some respects, if anyone's headed likewise and wants some company. It's not every day you lose a brother, after all. [ Claire puts the letter flat on his desk and spins it morosely. When the money had come through and they'd realized what it meant, he'd said the first thing to buy with it ought to be something to go on the Memorial, but... ] ... I don't know, though, bringing flowers doesn't seem like it'd be much his style...

[ He suddenly looks up wide-eyed, as though he can't believe he didn't pick up on the significance of this before. ]

Ah! This means I'm considerin' candidates for my best man again! I don't have a date for you to save but it can't help to think ahead, right? Step right up, you don't even have to be a fella. [ genu-wine equal rights activist here ]

makeflowersgrow

[So... she hadn't known him. But she had seen him, in Afterglow. And usually, a murder wouldn't make Eponine even blink. But this time, she kind of knows the victim. And it was an awful manner of death... She looks uncertain on screen]

Was it a Monster? That killed the man, I mean? It would take several men, I should think...

He must have been out after dark. A silly reason to die... No, not silly. Unfortunate. Sad. Will it happen more?

underdogged

[The bandages have long been removed, the bones set and wounds tended to and healed but the Kaiji onscreen is distinctly different. The remaining scars from the Hunt appear to be mental, left in bruise-like shadows under his eyes and a new hardness in the line of his mouth. And yet it’s more than that- he seems to bristle with energy, energy that he struggles to keep under control as he talks.

In the weeks since it happened, he’s been doing a lot of thinking and he’s finally ready to speak out. His voice trembles with anger and bitterness.]

Survival of the fittest. The natural order. Is that what I’m supposed to call it? Human nature? “Human nature” is clawing your way to the top of a pile of fucking bodies so that you don’t have to rot at the bottom with the scum.

[He hasn’t felt this passionate in a while and the sheer rush of it courses through him like liquid metal. It’s not just in his tone- as he speaks, his gestures are aggressive, almost like he’s readying himself for a fight. Fists clenched so that the tendons bulge, shoulders squared, head held up high and fiercely proud.

He slams a fist on the table with such force that it makes a static buzz on the feed’s sound.] And you know what? Once you’re there the smell isn’t so bad and the blood on your hands stops looking so bright because you don’t need to think about it. Everyone you crawled over stops being human- who gives a shit what happened to them, huh? No one. And I’m so fucking naïve that I had to learn that all over again since coming here.

Who’s gonna miss something that never even had a place in society in the first place? Who’s gonna miss living trash? [a harsh laugh] So, is that how they saw it?! Doing the world a favour and washing away all the garbage? Us Newcomers… we’re not people, right? So why should it be murder?

[His gaze doesn’t falter even for a second.]

Dress it up however you want, there’s still a mountain of corpses beneath everyone who turned up to that goddamn Hunt and swept it away like it was nothing. Hope they’re enjoying the view.

Fuck them all to hell.

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo's looking very enthusiastic and pleased with himself today.]

Hi everyone! I've got big news! Xellos and I are opening up a magic shop called the Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery. The grand opening is this weekend, so come and check it out!

[He holds up a map with a star marking a location in sector four.]

We're hiring. Sales staff should know about magic. Cashiers don't have to, though.

[Lowering the map, he pauses and remembers something.]

Oh, and we need two boy athletes and two girl athletes for a short term contract. We're introducing a new sport to Siren's Port called Brass Rackets and we need people to demonstrate the sport on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You'll be paid for your time and you'll each get a set of two magic rackets.

[He smiles. The Brass Rackets events should get a lot of attention.]

Make sure you find the time to come out on at least one of the three days, everyone. You won't want to miss it.

tea_lover64

For those of you who knew my nephew Zuko, he disappeared this morning. It was as if he vanished, not a trace of him anywhere.

[He had made an effort of looking]

I think that it will probably be for the best, he has much work to do back home.

[It is a bittersweet parting. He was glad to have family here, but he would rather Zuko be off fufilling his destiny]

inamartiniglass

[Vesper is a little more au natural than the network would normally see her. She's home and in bed.]

This island will descend into madness if this happens.

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.

bratziska

[The screen flickers on to small blue-haired girl skulking around the baseball diamond, trying to stay out of sight of anyone who might disturb her. There's a riding crop between her hands, bent so hard it might actually snap. While otherwise she could actually be considered a cute little girl, she looks absolutely livid.]

I have had enough of this preposterous nonsense! If anyone has any information - real information, mind - then I will gladly hear it! [As gladly as someone hissing like an angry cat can, anyway.

Somebody off screen seems to look at the girl the wrong way, and she seethes even more, if that's possible.]

How dare you - ?

This is no way to treat a disciple of von Karma!

hisoldgirl

Moments. There are so very, very many moments. Big ones, infinitesimally small ones -- I never used to notice moments. I existed in all of time and space -- what did moments matter? Well, that's not entirely true. There were always certain moments, ones that--

[the TARDIS frowns, pausing in her rambling to look at her NV as if she's only now aware it's recording. which is silly because she turned it on right before she started pacing about the flat. her eyes are wide, though, and sad, expression at least a little unhinged. she's always been a bit of a mad woman, after all]

When we leave here, those are moments, yes? And we experience moments when we return to wherever it is we came from. But some of those moments -- just the small ones, really, but the ones that have the biggest consequences -- we have to see those moments, don't we? But we won't know, because they might not come back. Or we'll leave and miss them. We can never know, can we? I never used to care about moments, but now...

[she trails off, almost as if she's done rambling. then]

Have you ever known the future and wanted so desperately for it to be different? For a way to avoid it, even when you know you can't? To change just one little moment so someone doesn't have to change instead?

[she has. and she worries. because Ten isn't in his flat, or anywhere else on the port can can find, for that matter, and she knows the time he came from -- and therefore knows exactly what he goes home to, if in fact he went back home. he did once before; there's precedent. she just wants very much for him not to have]

Thief? Thief, I need you.

fidele

[ There is little audio in the background of her post to indicate that the post has come up at all; in the quiet breaks between jobs, her surroundings are ominous rainclouds and grey brick as she sits perched in the rusty emergency stairs of an apartment block. It's in these short times that she allows herself to think, and on this occasion, remember that she, too, has a voice on the network. ]

In this place, some of us are far away from the people we were raised by. Our parents and friends. Some of you may be reunited in this world, or separated again. Some of you may only be connected by a common friend of the same world.

[ Friends have left the port not long after she finally found her comfort in them and the term friends. There were those, too, that came from her homeworld but proved to be more causes of friction and annoyance than anything resembling an amiable bond. Yet they still gave a sense of familiarity that, to her, could have been as comforting as seeing her own world again. As though swallowing a lump in her throat, she pauses, gaze lowered by a few degrees, before continuing. Discussions are not her strong suit. ]

I was separated from my father soon after being reunited in this place-- nearly a year since we had last seen one another. Now, two years. I can feel the distance of the worlds between us. But...

[ But the emotions that envelop and burn around all mention of her father, those that motivate her to protect him and to jump at the bare mention of his name, won't let themselves be shown. Her eyes are as steady as ever, barely betraying this trailing-off, this uncertainty in what to say next. It's like a wave of self-doubt and camera-shyness has overtaken her, before she seems to pick up again as though that pause had never happened. She does have a request to make, after all, and inclines her head slightly before making it. ]

I do not mourn his parting from me, as he is not gone. He does not miss me as I do, but I still miss him.

So, please tell me about your families. What you remember of them. What you feel at this distance as you miss them. Whether you are missed too.

[ Despite such a straightforward question, she has still opted to deliberately turn the video function on. Firstly, to show the more recent arrivals her face. Secondly-- to draw out those who knew her father, or sees their connection in her resemblance to him. Her eyes remain fixed on the feed a while longer, unblinking, before she leans to switch it off and shuts her eyes in a small, careful motion. ]

rapturescreed

[The feed turns on, and everyone can see Raul Creed sitting down. Shockingly enough, he's not behind a desk, or anywhere that looked like an office. Instead, he's sitting on the couch. Just like a normal person who didn't work every minute of every day.]

We've seem to be receiving new members of the Newcomer community, in the past few weeks, and I wanted to take the time to welcome them. There's many of you who have been welcomed with open arms by the rest of us, and I do want to say that, despite the circumstances, it is nice to meet you. [Except you, Vincent Law. It's not nice to meet you, again.] My name is Raul Creed. I'm general manager of Lion's Gate, a club in the city; most importantly, I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, which is based out of the Newcomer Community Center. Our offices are open from 9:00am to 5:00pm, and we encourage everyone to come in. There are many different groups that meet in the community center, and the NPP is always looking for more people to help with our cause. Our new director, Vesper Lynd, and our new Assistant Director, Kurt Hummel, will be happy to help you in whatever it is you may wish to do.

In mentioning the help we give, and the causes we are fighting for, I must bring up again the problems we have faced in the past few weeks. We've already had many people on the network tell us what has happened in regards to this "Newcomer Hunt". I want to formally state that the Newcomer Political Party is shocked and outraged at the very idea of this atrocity. There is not much more I can say on the subject that has not already been said by many, many others. What I do want you all to know is that we will not stand by and let this go unpunished. Newcomer might be what we're called in this city, but one life is not, nor has it ever, been worth more then another. Regardless of your age, gender, sexuality, race; we are all equal. I urge those of you thinking of using violence to make a statement to reconsider. Fighting fire with fire may sound interesting, but when the island is completely burned down, there will be nowhere for us to go. There will be nowhere for the people who are not guilty of any crimes, to go.

We strive for equality, not supremacy. And if you want to help in that, then speak up. The Newcomer Political Party holds an open forum meeting every few months, where people can come in and speak up about problems that are affecting them. Problems that are affecting all of us. We need to make decisions and come up with plans as a community. The open forum meeting will be taking place this month, on July 17th, at 1:00pm. That's next Tuesday. I'm hoping that the rate of new people coming into the city will have slowed down, by then, because I want every single one of you to show up. I want you to speak up. If no one will speak up, if no one will take the risk, then nothing will get done. If nothing gets done, I hope no one dares to show outrage; you could have made a difference.

[He pauses at that. Raul Creed is not one to show emotion. It's not how he was brought up. But there's a fire, a passion in his eyes and on his face, and he needs to look down for a moment. When he looks back up, he's back to calm again.]

For some of you, the port is a place you had no choice to come to. For others, it's a vacation from the problems back home. For me, this island is my home. There is nothing for me or my daughter to go back home to. We have set roots down in this city, and I know there are others who have, as well.

[He holds up a piece of paper; it's a document signed by the government.] Today, my family legally grew by one more. Nana is not from the same world as I am, and I had never known about her until we met in this city. I am proud to be her caregiver, and both Pino and I are happy that she is a part of our small, but growing family.

[He smiles.] When I woke up today, I wanted to just say welcome to our newest members. To let you all know that we are asking for your voice. Now, I hope that my family, and yours, can continue to grow safely.

...And of course, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. My NV is always open for calls.

integra_hellsing

[ When Integra appears over the NV, she does not at all look pleased. If anything, quite the opposite. ]

What a horrible few weeks we have all seemed to have here. Between sickness and the Darkness... [ She shakes her head, frowning. ] I hope that everyone has remained safe.

Regardless of this... tell me, is anyone here in college? Or, rather, is there any sort of university available that is fairly close by? It would seem that I am missing paper work. I believe it would be in my benefit to return to school... at least, for now.

Speaking of which, Walter -- if you are watching this, I will need to speak with you.

For the rest of you, if anyone could give me details; prices per course, locations... I would truly appreciate it.

[ PRIVATE; Filtered to Soma ]

Mr. Cruz, you and I have yet to truly meet in person, and I believe that a meeting should be in order. I've got a few things I would like to chat with you about, if you don't mind.