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[Yuri appears on the video feed with a strange noise coming from somewhere off screen.]

Hey guys, I've got a couple of announcements to make.

First of all... have any Kedan lost a baby?

[And now Yuri lifts a small squirming infant up for everyone to see, the source of the strange cooing noise. The baby Kedan looks healthy and happy enough at least.]

I kinda found her by herself last night. So if anyone's missing a kid, or know of anyone who is, just let me know or stop by Brave Vesperia's new guild front in the Sky Sector.

And speaking of that, my other announcement is that Brave Vesperia is now open for business in our new official guild house. We're accepting jobs and new members.

[The baby squeals and tugs at his hair.]

And uh... trying to find this kid's parents.

denyamenti

[ Bakura doesn't often initiate network posts, but he doesn't know if anyone else will think to make this particular announcement. He's indoors at an Earth Sector cafe, by the background behind him and the mug in front of him. Outside the windows over his shoulder, the fog is thick and dense. ]

One: Seto Kaiba has left Tu Vishan. I don't know what projects he was working on, but you'll need to reassign them.

Two: I take it everyone by now has noticed that this fog plays down more than just visibility. I don't suppose anyone cares to speculate why?

edgeoftheknife

[Erskine's in the Hotel at the console, as usual, and today he's not wearing his suit jacket and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. This is particularly visible because he's resting his cheek on one hand and looking like he's forgot what he came on the network to say in the first place. Or that he's even addressing the network at all.

After a moment or two he looks down, surprised, and moves his hand to tap a finger at the indicator light on the console.

Oh. It's recording.]

Ah. Um. Hello.

I need to hire someone. Pay negotiable. Um... contact me here, I guess. Or in person at the Hotel. You all know where to find me.

Thanks.

EDIT: Right, I need to hire someone to help me with some holiday shopping. Nothing sinister, I swear. Sorry, forgot that part.

backwordscompatible

[Zatanna appears with a smile on her face and a...rabbit on her head. No, not the same one that seems to have been going around from person to person. This one was actually stuffed. Cute in its own right, but very much nonliving. Still, she didn't want to feel left out in the festivities. Plus, she had her own reasons for donning it. One that, believe it or not, involved neither tophats not magic tricks.]

Funny story.

I checked the calendar, and it looks like national all-you-can-eat day is coming up [Translation: Thanksgiving.] It's a great opportunity for me to flex my amazing cooking skills...but I'm almost starting to run out of ideas. Want to keep things fresh each year, you know?

Anybody here got any favorite recipes that might offer a fun challenge? I'm open. I'll even cook meat.

[She won't eat it, of course, but she'll cook it.]

inkulcation

[Right off, what will be remarkable is that China has enabled video; those familiar with her network habits will probably recall she doesn't usually.]

[The second remarkable thing is the small fluffball she's holding cradled to her chest. It's a rabbit. It's small, it's white, it's adorable, and it's got a collar around its neck with a soul gem. Which means yes, the small animal China is cuddling is none other than Erskine Ravel.]

[She's stroking the bunny very nicely.]

I wonder. Wasn't some fine gentleman giving us updates on the weather, occasionally?

I find I miss his gardening tips.

[She sounds and looks entirely earnest, blue eyes wide, face innocent, and she pauses only a moment to scratch behind the bunny's ears very delicately.]

And some sort of a forecast would be useful, I think, as things turn cooler.

[This is completely and totally the only reason she's made this post. Really.]

edgeoftheknife

[The name on the post is Erskine's. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. Usually he makes video posts, so the text-only this morning is a little strange, but not any stranger than the contents of the message itself:]

if ne1 needsme 4 now plleese contact ANTON.I AM TEMP INDISSPOSED

I HOOPE WHOIEVR DID TGIS IS HAVINGA GOOD LAFF

[You really don't want to know how long it took him to get that typed out.]

problematical

[ River looks comfortable with the console with the backdrop of the Welcome Center behind her, and that's a telltale sign that she's used them before. She's ready when the video feed starts, and looks at the screen with earnestness, as if hoping to see familiar faces on the other end. ]

The old story ended, and the new one's begun. The Dragon is gone, the Queen and Knight are dead. The sleeping flowers have woken up and turned their faces into the sun.

[ and then, perhaps needlessly confirming the previous: ]

I was here before. One day I woke up, and I was back on Serenity... and I didn't forget, but I didn't remember, either. It was--

[ How to describe it? ]

A missing chapter in a book. The story doesn't quite make sense, but you just have to keep reading.

Good job slaying the dragon.

thaumatophage

[Kitty's grinning at the camera, almost manically enough to suggest that since her trick-or-treating expedition the other day she's been surviving entirely on local sweets.

Singsong:] Guess what day it is~?

Myyyy birthday! Yeah! November third, isn't it? Unless I'm counting wrong. ...anyway.

I don't have plans for a party, but, you know, I still have a lot of sugar to power through, so if anyone wants to come round and have some with me in soulful celebration, have at!

[Shortly afterwards, via radio to Pepper, Raine, Bakura, Klaus, Milo, Zatanna, Wally, Tonks, Erskine, Cain, Casey...basically, anyone Kitty's interacted with significantly:]

Hey, where are you at? I've got something for you.

avianesque

[What can be seen of his face beneath the shadow of his hood is his mouth and the dim impressions of his nose and eyes. One hand remains planted on a surface off-screen, and the other clutches at the cloak he wears, securing it just below his chin. Far from threatening, he looks scared, ready to bolt at any moment. Awkward. Distrustful.

He's soft-spoken, contributing to the overall aura of fear that he gives off.]

My father told me I should stay home. He said he dreamed I met the Corsi on my Migration, and worried that I wouldn't come home again. They aren't real, the Corsi; they're great, deformed creatures with black feathers and burning red eyes. They're the monsters in the shadows who eat small children and tempt men and women to spiritual corruption and mortal peril. Humans call them 'Devils'. Bogeymen.

Hau - his name. He has always had strange dreams, and no one really pays them much mind. He once dreamed the sky was falling, like the story of Chicken Little. You know that story? It's a parable for us. The lesson depends on the listener: know what you're talking about, or, alternatively, don't listen to the advice of madmen.

[The speaker motions skyward with his free hand, indicating - well. The sky falling. It becomes a dismissive gesture, the hand flapping in a soft, fluid motion before falling back to its resting place.]

Anyhow, he's an old man and he's growing feeble, and I remember thinking he just wanted his youngest son to stay with him. That isn't a bad thing, to want your family to care for you. To miss them. And I would have: I would care for my father when he grows sick, and I'll miss him when he dies. He knows that is what is in my heart. But he's much too old to entertain fears of Bogeymen.

I'm sure he thought it was a terrible omen, to dream of them while his youngest child prepares to leave with no destination in mind. I shouldn't have fought so bitterly with him. It's hard to fight new fears, to console against the unimaginable.

[After a long pause, he tries to continue with some humor in his voice, but he clearly can't manage to summon it up.]

Maybe if my father had told me he dreamed about the taste of beer, I would have stayed home. Maybe if he told me I would be required to wear this - [He extricates his Soul Gem, in its silver-winged setting, from beneath his cloak to display it to the camera.] - I would have gone to the Kai instead.

Maybe I would not have ended up here.

[And quieter now, he adds with a note of bitter regret:]

I wish I had listened.

redlightgreenlight

[When the video feed begins, there are not one but two figures visible. Valdis should be familiar to almost everyone. The other is probably only familiar to those Foreigners who frequent the Midnight Hotel: ostensibly male, he's wearing a bright blue frock coat and a wide-brimmed, feathered hat that covers most of his face, except for rouged lips. They're seated close together in what looks to be one of the tea houses in Keeliai, with patrons and servers wandering in and out of view behind them.

When Rue speaks it's with a very poncy, nasal English accent.]

Now then, darlings, my dearest new friend Valdis and I have a bit of an announcement to share with you all. [The hat turns slightly, to indicate that he's looking over at her.] Would you care to do the honors, love?

[A brilliant smile lights up Valdis’ face.]

Of course, after all, it was my idea . [She laughs] My dear Rue and I have decided that we need to have a bit of fun. We are going to put on a Masquerade Ball and everyone is invited. [She glances at Rue, then back to the screen.] It will take place at the Courtyard of Public Opinion on the evening of the 30th. As it is a ball, formal wear is a must, and of course, being a masquerade, masks as well.

This is a chance for all of us to come together, Kedan and Foreigners, to celebrate our individualities as well as our similarities. After all, who doesn’t love a good party?

[Rue, meanwhile, has become visibly distracted by one of the men wandering off to the side in the tea house, just barely visible on the screen. There’s a very definite smirk on those rouged lips now.]

I know I do.

edgeoftheknife

[Erskine's on the network for the first time since before the fire. He's clearly on the console in the Hotel at the moment, looking tired as usual, although not quite as bad as before.]

Why don't skeletons fight each other?

[Why yes, this is the set up for a terrible joke.

Feel free to poke him in person if you're in the Hotel.]

dragonaught

[ The voice that comes over the radio is surprisingly difficult to discern. Young, somewhat soft, gender hard to pin down. For all that this isn't rehearsed, the type of speech is definitely intentional. ]

Sorry to just come onto this network so abruptly like this... but, um, could anyone perhaps teach me the incantation to return home? Whatever the spell might be or the ritual involved... I'm sure this is a nice town but I have my own life that I can't just drop to be here for... um...

Why was I pulled here?

[ Guess who only got half the information before spazzing out and looking for a way home immediately. Just guess. ]

thaumatophage

Ah, um.

[Kitty looks a bit sheepish...but rather less woolly, in any case.]

So...uh. Hypothetical medical-slash-metaphysical question...

...whaaaat iiifffff...what if you accidentally............swallowed........your soul gem.

Hypothetically.

Asking for a friend.

But it is also quite urgent.

[This is the exact kind of quality person you let onto your turtle, everyone.]

wrathfulkhan

[When Gene speaks, he says two words, and it's obvious that he's making an effort to keep his voice level. Someone who knows him well, though, may notice a tightness to it.]

Bianca's gone.

[He won't respond for an hour or two more than the most cursory of replies.]

insertdadjoke

Hello, my name is Jacob Kane. [ It looks like Cain is in a kedanese shop somewhere. He waves for the camera, makes sure not to jostle the cup he has by his elbow. ] What I'm going to say is specifically meant for the foreigner population of Keeliai, but in the interest of transparency I'm bringing this up on the public network. There's no point in the suggestion at all if we do anything in secret. That said...

We need some sort of system. No, I'm not talking about government or laws or enforcement thereof, but any type of accountability we can agree to. With the current state of things, it's just not feasible for us to keep acting as individuals — whether or not we have anything aside from our status as non-natives in common, we are a group all on our own and I honestly believe we'd all benefit from having something put into place that would keep us from imploding and possibly taking innocents with us in the crossfire.

Now, at this point, all I really ask is that we discuss it. Ideas, suggestions, thoughts and feelings on the matter. Just to collate how we feel as a whole before maybe organizing a meeting in person to go over finer details. Even if you haven't been here long, or don't believe in the idea of a system, I would like to hear why so we can try to address any issues.

If nothing else, we'll all learn something from the exercise, right?

mortalheart

[It is night, the very earliest of hours in the new day, and Louis is sitting in a dully lit room. The color of the light is a dull blue, and his face is mostly in shadow. The darkness outside and the blue-teal light give his white skin -- what can be seen of it -- a very unhealthy hue. However, his voice is soft and curious in tone, and welcoming in its calmness]

One of my most favorite of memories of my home were the crawfish. Platters full of bright red crawfish, freshly caught, steaming and soon to be bathed in seasoned butter.

[Being in the Water district has brought these distant memories back and they make him smile slightly as he thinks on it. He couldn't now remember what crawfish tasted like but he remembered that he had enjoyed it.]

Do they have here what any of you recall fondly from your own homes? More surprising to me is not what all is different here, but how much is so similar, to what I once knew.

redlightgreenlight

The Justicar believes believes that we are beneath her, that we are inferior. She believes that we will submit to her will and will make no move against her or her people. She is, in part, correct. As a whole we should not do anything that openly opposes her.

[Her voice is cold, even and completely devoid of emotion.]

However, I will not stand by while these invaders dishonor their dead. These executions on our soil are bad enough without this blatant disregard for the sanctity of the soul. Something must be done. I am certain that some of you will agree with me, just as I am certain that some of you will try to dissuade me.

[A deep breath]

I plan to give these people a proper burial, because no matter what they did while they were alive, they still deserve that.

skeletonenigma

[Skulduggery misplaced his radio when he died. Finding it hasn't exactly been top priority, so he grabs a spare one off the Welcome Center and broadcasts his message on a public channel. Some folks might have no idea what the message is referring to, but it's not them Skulduggery's trying to reach.]

I'm back.

[And the observant will notice his voice is at its usual level of smooth once again.]

wintershepherd

[ Jack's taking some time out of his evening to address something that's drawing rather close. As fun as participating in the Mystery Games has been, he feels like someone should maybe point out the elephant on the turtle. He's seated at one of the consoles in the Welcome Center, the recognizable backdrop visible behind him. ]

Sooo... that super-formal Justicar lady sounded like she means business. Is there like-- I don't know, a plan or something? Has anyone even attempted to let the Chihuelans know that someone's coming? Wait, are we even picking sides in that?

[ He runs a hand through his white hair, causing it to spike and settle. At least he looks better in the face of the oppressive outside heat, and less like he's about to melt. ]

Like I'm not in any way favouring the "immediate execution" thing, but if we're not going to stop this group that's coming, then we should be trying to help the others. Doing nothing seems like we're... almost as bad as they are.

irishthor

Dia dhaoibh.

Tá mé ag dul amach, ba mhaith leat mé rud ar bith a phiocadh suas? Tugaim faoi deara táimid ag rith gearr ar arán.

((OOC: To those able to understand Gaeilge, this translates to I'm going out, would you like me to pick anything up? I notice we're running short on bread. Roughly. I used Google.))

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[A few hours after the audio transmission, this gets broadcasted.]

So... With the whole invasion thing going around, I got an offer. They'll obviously be coming by sea, right? And I have a ship...

[If you figure it out, you win!]

Either way, my services are available.

Tu Shanshu

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[console | video] I can't be holding on

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video | november 12, 2016

[console | text/action] morning of 11/7

FIFTH VERSE ☯ VIDEO;

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001 - Video

Console, Video Announcement

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radio / oo1

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RADIO; audio

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Radio: Private to Foreigners (Forward dated to the 14th)

RADIO | AUDIO; well look who's back

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8th Kill ~ Console/Text

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