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[The feed flickers on to Jake sitting in his truck, looking absolutely pissed. Anyone who knows him knows it's really difficult sometimes to get Jake to show serious emotions, so whatever is annoying him is quite serious. And after a few moments, it's quite clear - from out of his truck's window, the Core site is clearly visible, with all of SERO's security precautions.

After a long moment of silence, Jake looks back at the Core site. Then he pounds the dashboard with his fist, and a few words are clear:]

Son of a bitch!

[He opens his fist a bit with his fingers still stiff, as if he's enacting the motion of strangling someone, before he closes his hand into a fist again, taking a deep breath or two to calm himself down. It's only then that he turns his attention back to his NV.]

I bet you've already heard the news, folks, but SERO done kicked us out. I don't care who you're with, AGI, SERO, neutral, whatever. I'm askin' y'all to stay away from the Core for now. Especially those of you who can't fight er nothin'. If what I'm hearin' is true, AGI's pissed and they might retaliate. I just don't want anyone to get hurt for no good reason, all right?

...

Until then, looks like I'm stuck with nothin' to do 'cept wait. We all are. And I don't like waitin'.

bondsoflove

[Video is dangerous. So is audio. Something as small as the bouncing of his voice or a flicker of light could be used to find him, and he can't be found.

There's a bounty on his head, apparently. A big one. He's still shaky, still sick from the days or weeks or months he spent in that closed room, hurting and hurting and hurting a hundred thousand times more than he's ever hurt in his life; he physically can't take any more, regardless of the fact that the torture wasn't in his body. He could feel his heart fluttering in a rapid death-march towards the end of it. Chakra gone, almost at his limit. He's lucky he isn't dead, really.

Or worse. For a few days he was a shell, immobile, completely hollow; no thoughts but the ghost imprint of torment.]

I hurt a lot of people last month.

[And isn't that an understatement? The port feels more like a prison camp than a city, from what little he's seen. He knows with absolute certainty that it's his fault.]

If anyone is still willing to correspond with me, I would like to know what I've missed.

[So many people gone. Hushed rumors. No new arrivals at the baseball field. The silence feels like the calm before a storm.

His fingers hover over the keys for a minute, but he can't think of anything else to say. The transmission ends.]

paysdelamour

[The feed comes on to a cat's foot resting over the camera, pawing at it a few times, before the NV in question falls off the table it once rested on and clatters to the tile floor. Footsteps are heard before an upside-down Francis Bonnefoy comes into the frame, grabbing the calico cat and holding her up for a moment.]

( French People the Soap Opera, Episode 5 )

It is impossible to expect such a thing from you. This does not mean I will not be by your side protecting you as much as I can, until the big event. [It's then that he turns back to his duffel to finish packing it. The moment he notices the recording light on is quite evident from his face - his expression turns from a slight frown to one of pure horror.] Merde! When did this turn-?!

[He scrambles for it, and the feed cuts.]

(( ooc: Enjolras is in red, Francis is in blue. This is basically your last opportunity to find out France’s identity, but alternatively, if you want to log something out just PM me on this account and we can make it happen! ))

chiefdefense

[Mia's relaxing on the couch at home, with a sleepy Doberman breaking the house rules and snuggling up beside her with his head on her lap. Entirely against the rules, certain parties will probably grumble but she'll change the throw rug vacuum the cushions on the couch before they turn it into Jake's bed for the night.]

Has anyone else got the feeling we've been missing something lately? I mean, usually there's an increase of new faces at the beginning of the month but there's been no sign of anyone this month.

[She pauses, appearing to think about something as her brows crease.]

Or last month, I guess.

[Her dog, Estragon, grunts and nuzzles into her lap a bit more. She idly plays with his ears as she keeps talking.]

I suppose it's kind of a long shot to ask around if anyone's looking for work. We're short staffed at Fey and Co. and I'm in pressing need of another attorney on the books. There's a certain long term commitment I'm going to be taking on in September which means I'll have to be cutting back on my case load. I just don't have any options that I know of in the Newcomer pool to entrust my cases to and as we're a legal practice specifically created to answer the needs of Newcomers where local law firms won't, I really would like to leave my clients with a fellow Newcomer.

[She sighs.]

Like I said, it's a long shot. Even if you've got no legal expertise, we have clerical positions and I'm interested in taking on an office manager too to look after things when I have to go on leave. Thanks in advance if anyone's able to help out.

thepull_mods

[ Exactly four hours after the end of Governor Townshed's funeral, every NV and cell phone in the city will crackle to life. At first the transmission considers of little more than static and garbled sound (almost like the rustling of pages being turned).

When it finally clears, a voice speaks, strong and clear. ]

Good evening to you, citizens and Newcomers alike. As it should be known to you all by this time, the late Governor Townshed is not longer with us in this world.

Unimaginative though he was, at the very least, we can say there was one thing he excelled at: maintaining the status quo.

Knowing this, it should also be no surprise to you the words I would share with you now.

[ The quality of his voice changes here, an intonation of things to come. ]

The bricks are fallen down.

The walls are cast asunder.

The streets are overturned,

The heavens reduced to ash.

When Darkness cedes its glory,

History comes full circle.

The roads betwixt and between

Shall yield the truth at last.

[ A brief pause follows before he continues, proud and almost scornful. ]

Take heed of what I say, Siren's Port. The End comes, and time waits for no man.

The truth shall make you free.

[ A burst of static follows, and the transmission finally cuts. ]

(( ooc: Meet, GW, everyone. He's hacked the Network to deliver this cryptic address. Feel free to respond! He might just answer back. ))

therightchoice

[ The news are starting to freak Jesse out again. It reminds him of the woods, of the hunter, of Jesse turning an old man into a toy and leaving him to the monsters to fend for himself. ]

Can the police look into private messages of the Network? Is that even legal?

herausgesucht

Excuse me...hello.

[A young woman smiles into the camera, uncertain at first but growing more confident.]

It's been a while, hasn't it? It doesn't feel like it for me—I only remember being home for a few hours, and then I was here again. But unless the greeters have gotten really bored and started making fake calendars as well, it's been longer.

[She chuckles a little before her expression shifts to something a little more serious, a little more wistful.]

I didn't remember it, really. It was like a dream, and I have a lot of those already. I'm glad I remember now, though.

My name is Nina Fortner. If anyone remembers me from before, please come say hello. If not...it's nice to meet you again, Siren's Port.

watchmesoar

[A handsome man with no shirt and rather large white feathered angel wings appears on the screen. He flashes a matinee idol smile.]

Hello everyone.

I haven't been on the network much. I've been... not well... [He flashes his smile again, as if to distract from the words.] But, I want to learn more about this place and this... network.

So Siren's Port! My name is Warren. I'm a bit of a newcomer still, just looking to meet people and break some monotony, you know?

Please, introduce yourself. I'd like to meet you.

[Video ends.]

bondsoflove

[Blood. Shouting. The crackling of electricity, sparks falling in showers, illuminating sharp silhouettes, flashbulb moments of action. Fire, someone shouts. Bang, and a blast of light. Bang. Blackness.

Blue flickering light and a pale, blood-spattered face. The mouth splits into a dangerous, manic grin.]

Two down, Warsman.

[Suddenly, the light goes out. Sasuke's head whips over his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock.

The feed dies.]

[[OOC: Please feel free to respond! Sasuke's probably not going to answer you just yet, but dead messages and earlier-in-the-day action logs, reactions, etc are all welcome. ♥]]

empetre

[A few hours after sirens sound there's a sudden clatter coming from the NVs, and the image from this transition is, well. It's spinning a little, and there's a rather large amount of noise from the other end. Noise that sounds suspiciously like birds chirping, mice squeaking, and cats hissing.

And underneath all of that is a timid, quiet voice of a very distressed pony.]

O-oh please don't fight that- no, I'm sorry, Mr. Robbin, I haven't seen your new nest yet, but I can't right now- please don't attack the mice! They're all lovely animals and I'm sure they didn't mean to take your f- Miss Cat! You spit out that little fieldmouse right now!

[Finally, with some more squeaking and chirping and a few grumpy meows the chaos seems to settle down a bit, and after a moment there's the sound of hooves settling on the floor and wings fluttering before the image is fixed, the NV set upright and a slightly harried Fluttershy in full view.]

I'm- I'm so sorry if any of the animals bothered any of you, I've never had so much of a problem keeping any of them in one place. Cats and mice never fight when they come to visit, back home. [She shifts a little, wings fluttering out a bit before lifting her into the air giving more room for what's most definitely a stray, slightly ratty looking cat to wind between her legs, purring up a storm.] If anypony knows where these poor animals tend to spend the night, I'd like to try and help them. I... I never really had the time to last time I was here.

[ooc: sorry for the late responses guys! new job mixed with rl ate my face]