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[Stiles is much, much happier than the last time he made a network post. He's also in a considerably different location. He's not in his suite in the Earth sector. In fact, for those who pay attention to these sorts of things, they'll note that he's calling it in from Derek's network ID. Welp.]

Ladies and gentlemen of Keelai, I have a very important announcement to make. Today, April the eighth, marks a momentous occasion in history. A day to be spoken of in legend and myth and song, when the stars and planets align, and rainbows and puppies spontaneously appear.

I am eighteen.

You are looking at an official man, everybody. It is my birthday, hosanna hosanna, hallelujah and so on.

Since Amazon gift registries aren't a thing here, I'll be happy to provide a written list of acceptable tributes and gifts, form an orderly line if you please, no shoving.

jondrette

[So, it's April. Eponine has sobered up somewhat, gotten her wits about her, and realized she needed to actually go see Marius Pontmercy. And explain. And apologize for being a fool and asking him to kill her, for begging him to love her. It took what courage the girl had left for her to walk over to his suite, and when she knocked, the door swung inward revealing what she feared most. What he said he would not do.

An empty apartment.

You know how Eponine spent most of March on a bender?

She's... about to start it again.

When she finally appears in front of the camera this time, she has dark circles under her eyes, her skin sallow. She's nearly as skinny as she was when she first arrived, and there's a bottle of whiskey in her fist.

She speaks simply, without light in her eyes.]

Marius Pontmercy has gone home.

He has returned home where none of us shall be living, to perhaps June 7th, 1832. He will return to his beloved Cosette Fauchelevent. They shall be married.

[She takes a pull from the bottle.]

And he shall forget all about us.

About me.

[She closes the network connection.]

skybluejeep

[Stiles has been noticeably quiet since the events in Bottle Land. No network posts, no snarky comments. No usual spastic self. He's been holed up and licking his mental wounds.

Until now. Because something has happened that's the diarrhea icing on the shit cake of his life recently.]

Lydia Martin is gone.

[That's it. That's all you get today, gang. Sorry. Somebody buy this boy a drink or a puppy or something. He's going to go full Anakin Skywalker here in a bit if something drastic isn't done.]

bludhavenknight

[Dick is at the console in Jason's apartment, since there are good reasons for him to still be there (like going through his things). And maybe he looks kind of tired, but he was working late so there is also a good reason for that.]

This is my first time making one of these, and here's hoping that it's going to be my last. [He sighs, scratching his head for a second.]

But Jason Todd is gone, for those of you who knew him. [He knows it's not exactly a large number.] I'm sorry that I have to let people know that; like I said, I hope this is the last time I have to do this.

[But he's aware that it probably isn't. That's all he has right now.]

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[An hour later, Dick comes back on the network, and now he doesn't just look tired; he looks really tired.]

I shouldn't have said anything about that being my last. [He frowns, swallowing hard.] For those who knew her, Shayera Hol is also gone, I've just found out.

[He's really going to miss her, and he can't even begin to imagine the pain of someone else.] I think that's all for right now.

fliesonfour

There is a reason why Saint Valentine is so very popular in France! Who does not like a handwritten note and a little favour at their doorstep, handed over by some pretty damsel-- or stripling? Hm? One should be willing to Rome very far indeed, to execute such a token with care to friends and loved ones, with all the haste of flying on a Cupid's wings!

Indeed, I wonder that everyone does not have a few recipients in mind already, for such favours? And to such an end, this question, most serious:

Is there a shop well-known for sturdy, pretty stationery and good pen-ink? Nothing pigmented, if you please!

If anyone knows of such a place, please point me in its direction. I'd thank you for the tip.

Ah! And for those of you who do not know me yet, salutations and introductions. I am called Joly, and I am a medical student, lately of Paris, presently as shell-shocked as the rest of the company. A pleasure to meet you!

Now, to end with a little seasonal joke, for the medically-minded among us:

Gapeworm is red, Cholera is blue,
Honey helps the lymphs, and lemon does too.
Thou are my love and I am thine;
So stay warm and dry, my Valentine!

It's very sound advice, at that. The winter months are dastardly.

Happy writing!

wrathfulkhan

[Gene turns on the feed and is about to speak. He opens his mouth to say something, and then, quite suddenly - there is a large amount of snow coating his hair. And half the inside of his suite. Among the snow is a vast collection of random junk, including some Angry Birds robots and other things people may recognize as once belonging to an absentee trickster god.

Also there's a bloodhound. A bloodhound which is rolling around in the snow and saying indistinct things about entrails and murder. Standard stuff, really, for a bloodhound.

Gene closes his mouth, whatever he was about to say forgotten in the wake of this new fuckery. He looks back, taking in the scene behind him for a good five seconds, and turns back to the camera, his face a mask of utter, dangerous calm.]

Loki...

[He takes a deep breath. The mask of calm shatters when he yells:]

...what the fuck?!

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

unetrustworthy

[It took nearly three tries after stumbling out of bed for Midii to remember the proper button-pushing procedures, and clearly even longer to realize (and subsequently not care) that her hair was still a mess. A mess she was now publicly broadcasting, completely with a stiffened yawn and weary rub at her eyes.]

[Still clinging to the 24+ hours sleep she had unexpectedly succumbed to, her voice was groggy. Her mind, unfocused. Her words, uncensored.]

I fell asleep in the park. I think. But then I woke up here. I...don't remember anything else since then.

[There had been...a little girl crying. She remembered that much. What happened to that little girl? The paranoia began to sink in, and despite herself, she visibly frowned. Suddenly nervous.]

Is this another one of those magic things that keep happening around here?

((ooc: Midii was one of the people attacked by Bakura's summons. Her memories are a bit groggy at the moment, but as time passes, she might remember more and more of the incident.))

relatable

[She looks more like a deer caught in someone's headlights than someone about to proclaim something, but it's been coming up, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.]

I don't know what you all want, but I'm the Abigail Hobbs Hannibal mentioned. [Maybe it's like putting a target on her back. She doesn't see herself as an innocent, though she would have done anything to be able to say this to the world back home.]

My father was a serial killer, too. So if you have something to say to me, this is the place.

[It's personal, and it's open, but she thinks she knows what she's doing. Abigail always thinks she knows what she's doing before she throws herself to the flames.]

bacondivination

Ladies and gentlemen, I am bored as Hel. You folk especially ought to recognize by now just how dreadful a situation that might be when dealing with a god of mischief.

[ This is not the Loki Laufeyson people might be accustomed to seeing, but he's certainly posting from the same console that the young scamp usually does. He's apparently maybe in his late teens, but certainly no older than that. ]

So who wants to buy me drinks and see how long it takes to get a handsome Asgardian lad properly sloshed?

[ There's an awkward pause. Shit, his mom might see this.

Shit, Mistress Bianca might. ]

In the most responsible and reasonable way imaginable, I assure you. And, worry not, the attractive visage you see here is one-hundred percent the truth. For once. I am actually a man grown, I assure you. Did a little witchcraft with a lovely assistant, sorted some things out. Started a novel, too, actually, and I'm thinking of taking up yoga. Lots of personal growth going on.

And now that this has turned utterly anticlimactic, I'll leave off there.

( Private (Default Encryption) to Willow and Gene )

poeticverses

[Here's a seldom seen face on the network. Jehan's been sick and it shows--he's paler than normal and he sounds a little stuffy.

(The illness was actually convenient. He hasn't been feeling very sociable and this gave him a very good reason to not be sociable.)

But he is feeling better and he supposes he'd best let whoever may have been looking for him know, as well as see who all has shown up in his absence. In the background, you can hear his panpipes playing 19th century Christmas carols]

I had forgotten that simply because I am indisposed does not mean that the world at large is equally indisposed. I have been largely unavailable for the last month, for reasons I suspect are obvious [and here he turns to cough] and I am afraid I have no idea where we are or what has happened. Would anyone be so kind as to, ah, inform me?

For those who may have joined us in the last month, or for those who may have forgotten my face, I am Jean Prouvaire, formerly of Paris.

bludhavenknight

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

jondrette

[Eponine's a tiny little ball of fire, and right now, that fire is directed right towards the screen.]

Damian Wayne!

I wish to speak with you immediately. Had I another way to contact you, I would. But it is of the utmost importance, and I demand you respond to me right now!

[She'll be damned if her new little sister gets her heart broken the way Eponine had had hers smashed into bits. You don't get to be a jerk to tiny French girls and get away with it. Not anymore.]

I have words for you, and if it you do not respond to me, I shall air them all here for all of the network to hear! I do not fear it, it is you that should.

We may meet somewhere if you wish, but I shall not let this go unanswered.

[ooc: anyone is, of course, welcome to respond.]

lostundercover

[Costigan appears on screen, frowning but seemingly less anxious and restless than usual.]

I forgot almost everyone here I know for over two weeks. [A beat.] I remember now.

[He doesn't mention that it hurt both physically and emotionally when that happened, or how he might have intentionally overdosed himself if not for Abigail's presence.]

Anyone ever find anything out about that?

[97% encrypted to Arthur]
Thanks for helping.

[97% encrypted to Abigail]
Dinner tonight?

[97% encrypted to Olivia] - added later
How you holdin' up?

[97% encrypted to Evandau] - added later
Can we talk?

unetrustworthy

(~~A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so~~)

[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]

How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

lostundercover

[There's a short silence before Costigan speaks. When he does, it's probably the most tentative he has ever sounded.]

I can't tell you what happened. I wasn't a part of this world, but now I am again. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe I was a spirit, I don't know.

[Another pause. You can hear the frown.]

I need anyone who knows me to contact me.

And I might need a doctor.

bacondivination

Hello there, my dear fellow captives. I've missed you all so very much, and I'm sure the feeling has been quite mutual.

[ Loki sounds positively playful and is quite cheerfully smiling as he addresses whatever audience he might gather, though there's a contrasting uncharacteristicly careworn quality to his body language. ]

Blessed with good fortune is Loki, let me tell you. Though there was a little peril to my very soul for a few days, a clever rescue cleared that all right up. It put some things in perspective here, I think. Strange how it is I find myself with most everything I could possibly desire save that aforementioned threat of what I think may have been potentially erasure from reality.

By the by, my brother is here in duplicate-- handsome, muscular fellow, likes his hammer. You'll all get along well with Thor, everyone does. That goes especially for people that don't like me, few though you may be.

So how was your week? What did I miss? Was it terribly interesting?

mightythinice

[This time, Ellie settles on audio only. She didn't trust herself to keep her face neutral, and just-- just this once, without Joel there, and feeling more vulnerable than usual, she wanted to ask the question]

Okay, so. Besides the fucking disappearances, I've got kind of a serious question. They just had this whole holiday dedicated to ghosts and candy, right? Because when I think of ghosts, I definitely think of candy and toys or some shit.

[a pause, before she remembers the video isn't on and they can't actually see her]

And, like... I got the shit scared out of me by something before I realized it wasn't actually a ghost. I don't really believe in ghosts. Or things like heaven... and probably not god either. I mean-- fuck, it's difficult to explain.

Anyway... how many people here do?

Just curious. Because, who knows... Maybe there's a reason it's important. And there was a whole damn holiday that sure as fuck didn't come from this place, apparently.

werethatgood

[ Here is a blonde teenager, her hair in a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes curious. She's settled a bit, so. Here she is again. ]

Hey, guys!

First, I want to apologize for my previous post. I promise, I've now learned about the use the inboxes, and it won't happen again. Anyway! My name's Cassie, and I have a question. Sadly, it's probably not a very. important. question that might help resolve the situation, here, just something I'm curious about.

I know people here come from different times... I mean, people who know each other and come from the same world. So, that means that some of us come from other people's futures.

If a friend - or enemy, I suppose - comes in, would you want them to tell you what your future holds? What happens to you or your friends?

Or would you rather let it be?

I mean, not like - going to the Emperor to be shown. Just - being told. By friends.

I hope it makes sense?

[ She gives a wave and then ... sits back a bit, the good cheer easing up. ]

Oh, and I've heard about the people who've suddenly gone. I'm sorry to everyone missing people, um. I hope they turn up all right.

washitaway

[It takes him a while to figure out the console - a mechanical box of some sort, on the table in his little apartment? What newfangled technology is this now? Seems rather silly to Booker, being able to see people's faces through it. It's not any better than a telephone, and much less mobile.

It takes him a moment to realize the video feed is actually on and he can stop poking and banging at it - he frowns into the camera somewhat suspiciously, then.]

This seems like a nice enough place. I'm not looking for any trouble, but I need to find someone. A girl. Brown hair, blue eyes, a little on the small side. She answers to Elizabeth. It's important I find her.

If anyone can point me in the right direction, I'll be much obliged. If she's here.

[A brief look - of desperation, vulnerability, fear, even - crosses his face, and then he shakes it off.]

If you see her, tell her Booker's looking for her. [Then he flips off the feed abruptly.]

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