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[Enjolras is shown on the screen examining the device for some time before he satisfies both his curiosity and his understanding that he is indeed on the network. Finally, he lifts his head and speaks. His voice is troubled in tone, but clear.]
My friends. Greetings. It’s been explained to me that we will are confined in this place, brought here with no consideration of our will and left here without the ability to leave. I do not choose to accept this, and I trust others feel the same. If you do, contact me and join me. We will gather as much additional information as we can, and see if we can’t take this upon ourselves to gain our freedom. Who is with me?
[He’s fierce as he speaks. His eyes and set of his jaw show his determination. He shuts off the device, again taking his time with it, and waits for a reply.]

choiced

[OOC: Warning for some smuttiness! I will avoid explicit stuff, and replies should likewise avoid explicit stuff, but there is absolutely smuttiness going on.]

[Zelos will be honest -- he didn't really know what to think of the fanfiction at the Foreigner Festival when he first realised what it was, and he hasn't gone out of his way to find any more since. There's something about the idea of someone narrating his life that doesn't sit well with him.

But then. But then.

He gets his hands on these.

When the camera turns on, Keeliai gets treated to one of Zelos's smarmiest grins. He's holding a book -- or a paper document that does its best to pass for a book, anyway -- and he waves it at the screen.]

Hello there, all my beautiful hunnies! I have a special treat for everyone today. You know those stories people write about us? [He waves the papers some more.] I hit the jackpot! You'll never guess what I found.

[Some people can maybe guess.]

Hang on, I'm going to read out the best part. If anyone knows who 'Inaev Morenth' is, by the way, I'm happy to pay you to tell me. Okay, so here we go! This one's called The Hot Dust.

[And Zelos clears his throat, repositions the papers, and... proceeds to narrate what is unmistakeably, from the very first word, smut. Perhaps mercifully, people can turn off their consoles whenever they want.]

redlightgreenlight

[Valdis appears happier than people might be used to seeing. She has a genuine smile gracing her features, and a sly look in her eyes.]

I am happy to announce that on August twenty first, we will be having a Midsummer Ball at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Everyone is invited and it is sure to be a wonderful evening.

Formal attire is a must. I have the names of a few tailors that do excellent work if anyone is interested.

[Because who doesn't love pretty dresses and suits]

For security, I will have KPD officers working the event and all foreigner officers are required to attend in order to help keep an eye on things.

[And no, there is no getting out of it.]

Weather permitting, events will start around three in the afternoon. Anyone who would like to volunteer for setup is welcome to help. We will be setting up the night of the twentieth with finishing touches added the next day.

Thank you.

spoilsfun

Mr. Holmes isn't here any more.

[Conan pauses for a moment, as if he was about to say something else. But really, nothing else needed to be said. Anyone who cared enough to know about Sherlock's whereabouts were smart enough to draw their own conclusions from that.

But on to his other business. Sherlock's disappearance had once again left Conan in the position of being an eight-year-old with no caretaker. Even here he couldn't hold an apartment by himself. Which left him with very few options.]

Is anyone looking for a roommate? I have an apartment, but I don't think I'll be allowed to stay here by myself.

consultingbishop

So, hey...

[Hey, Keelial. Remember him? He looks a lot more tired than before, his hair is ruffled and his shirt looks partly undone. It looks like he's sat in the College.]

Anyone noticed the pattern on the Turtle's shell? It's... pulsing. It started like... three? Four days ago? The time between the pulses is getting shorter.

I'm not sure what this means, but... hey. It sounds important, right? I've done some math and, well... I think... [Yawn.] ...I think the pulses are gonna stop in a week or so. If the period between them keeps getting shorter.

Assuming that's what this is.

dislocked

Those of you who have been here awhile, are you still searching for a way back, or is this a better deal than where you were from?

i_am_lord_voldemort

(It is hard to say who this child is at first. He looks nothing like his older counterpart, but there is something about his tone - the way he speaks - and how he pitches his voice that gives little clues as to his identity.)

I find this all rather intriguing. While I am opposed to missing any school, I suppose that is outside of my control.

(The faintest of smirks curls his lips.)

What do you have to teach me in the mean time? I am certain we can learn a great deal from each other.

purered

[Klaus appears on screen, ashen-faced and looking grimmer than usual.]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a very important announcement to make.

[He steels himself with a deep breath, as though saying what comes next just make it true.]

Mr Shudder appears to have been returned to his world. It would seem that Mr Pleasant and Mr Ravel have also been sent back.

These men were well-established within Keeliai, and their loss will be felt by many Kedan and foreigners alike. I extend my condolences to those who will feel their absence and, should you wish to talk, my door is open.

[He's quiet for a while, his eyes shut as he takes a few more slow, deep breaths. Finally he seems to have gained some semblance of his usual composure and he speaks again, his tone firm.]

There are some matters that cannot be put off while we adjust to this loss - primarily the matter of the Midnight Hotel. As many of you have noticed, the building has returned to its former state and is ill-suited to habitation without some considerable work.

The lobby, kitchen, garage, and staircases are intact, as well as the magics Mr Shudder used on them. The other rooms, however, belong to the original building and are in varying states of disuse. With some work, they can certainly be brought up to snuff, and the building itself is sound and would make for an excellent hotel in its own right. The wards and most of the furniture have gone.

Mr Shudder was... prepared for this eventuality. He left a will of sorts.

[He holds up the folded papers.]

Miss Valdis, Mr Stark - he's left you some items of significance. I would see that you receive them.

And that leaves the final matter of running the hotel. Mr Shudder has recommended myself as supervisor, and I am willing to take the position if there are no objections. If there are, I would ask only to keep things running smoothly until a decision is reached.

[He sets aside the papers and his composure once again falters. There's an uncharacteristic weariness to him.]

As of late, there have been a number of foreigners returning home. Many of us have built lasting friendships here that have crossed the boundaries of time and space. Though we may not always agree, we have found ways to work towards common goals. When chance and circumstance split us apart, it is all too easy to succumb to despair.

I speak directly now to those who are dealing with the loss of a friend or loved one. It is not weakness to grieve. It is not strength to bury your emotions behind a wall of stoicism. You are not a coward if you falter. You are not selfish for seeking help from others.

Tomorrow evening, I would welcome anyone to join me in toasting to all our departed friends and loved ones.

I thank you for your time, and bid you all well.

starspangled

Seems like there's been a lot going on during the couple of months since I got here - good things. New ideas, beginnings. I've also had the pleasure of talking to several of you who've been here for awhile yourselves. Most have talked about Keeliai like it's home now.

[Steve smiles at that word, but there's something almost sad about it. 'Home' will always be a complicated subject for him.]

I just celebrated my first birthday here, but I think it might take a bit longer to feel that way to me. I do have an idea that I think might help. I wanted to talk to those of you who've opened businesses here, get some advice. I have an idea for something, and a heck of a partner, but I haven't exactly amassed a fortune. [Where's a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist when you need one. He sighs, but when the little bird nearby starts to sing, his spirits are lifted again.] As much as going in debt goes against my better judgment, it's an option I'm willing to consider to get the ball rolling. The question is, is there any place that even gives loans to Foreigners?

Until then, if anyone needs some one-on-one training, I've got the time for it. Unless you'd rather be trained by the three-time YMCA welterweight boxing champ.

[He knows you used to pull your punches, Barnes. Steve doubts that he will the next time. His smile turns a little bit sly before he ends the feed.]

hallowedhorcrux

(His new ring will be immediately visible, the color swirling ominously - here, a shade of emerald green and there, inky black. It never settles; never stills. The silver too is cold - almost antiquated in design - and it wraps around a pale, slender finger that does not look wholly human.)

I wonder what spell was used to create such exquisite technology? (There is something pleasing about his voice - the way he pitches it perhaps. His tone invites others to listen.) I am uncomfortable showing my face, so you must settle for my voice, I'm afraid.

(He has taken certain precautions - raising his hood for one and tilting the feed so that only his chest can be seen.)

My world isn't terribly different from this one. We have great dragons, yet your turtle would dwarf them all!

(A shift in tone - this one hinting at amusement.)

I can only respect a power that was able to take me from my world and show me another. Yet I was...busy...you see. Terribly busy. What will become of my work?

I am more than happy to lend my aid - (Here, his voice hardens the slightest bit for a listener with keen ears.) However isn't it kinder to ask first?

(No, no, don't ignore the way your stomach dropped. That is a chilling amount of anger behind those friendly words.)

unetrustworthy

I was wondering...how many other people here can speak other languages?

[But then, she paused and there was a slight jostling of the camera as she shook her head. Sorting out her thoughts.]

No, not speak. That doesn't really help any, with everything always being translated for us. More like...read. I was wondering...what languages everyone here can read? Since written words have never been translated. Not since I've been here.

drinkuntilidie

[Kevas tires of camping around the outskirts of the city. Tough as a troll might be, he's a jungle troll. All this cold and drizzle eats at him. He wants no more of it. Time to find a place for him to call his own for a while. First thing's first though, he needs money.]

Not sure how to go about dis other den just sayin' it, but I be needin' money and a place to stay. Now don't go thinkin' I be wantin' handouts cause I don't. Last thing I be wantin' is to be in some mon's debt. I be wantin' to work for my stay.

[Kevas tries his best to appear professional but it feels weird going about finding work this way. In Azeroth finding mercenary work is as easy as stepping into town, here not so much.]

I be a mercenary, former soldier, and somethin' of a wanderer.

[He doesn't like using the term 'adventurer'. It sounds too heroic. Kevas knows he's no hero.]

If any mons be needin' protection, a bodyguard, or help with gang problems I be willin' to offer my services for some steady pay. If dere be other services ya be needin' den give me da details and I'll talk to ya.

[After his talk at the Welcome Center he's trying real hard to avoid the 'kill for money' part of his job. Murder might not be a big deal to him but that seems to be a big no no in this place. Last thing he wants right now is a bad reputation. Then he won't get anywhere.

Unless someone wants to pay him extremely well.]

Also, I be wantin' speak with a Pepper Pots or Bakura about some kind of uh...police force?

[The way he says it makes it clear he's not too sure what that is.]

As long as ya ain't be military, and as long as ya be offerin' a fair price, I'd like to talk with some mon about dat.

schrodingersghost

Is a non-working vacation too much to ask for? I mean, come on. One day off. After what happened last week I deserve that.

[A dark-haired teenage boy is scowling unhappily into the camera. He sighs heavily and drags a hand through his hair. Somehow it always ended up like this.]

Okay, so let me just get this straight.The giant turtle is actually a thing? Someone isn't just pulling a really elaborate joke on me?

[He sighs.]

Yeah, never mind. Don't even bother answering that. I think I already know the answer.

Could this possibly get any weirder? [He freezes and moans miserably.] ...Oh, great. I think I just jinxed myself.

dislocked

What does this giant turtle eat?

[ he knows steve is here -- and who knows how many people gunning to catch him. which explains the anonymous text.

also sometimes ex-winter soldiers get curious in between relentlessly stalking the network. ]

ironwood

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Tu Shanshu

Enjolras Arrives

video; fanfic narration. because he can.

Midsummer Ball Announcement

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Video / Console

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[Console: Video] [Subject: Departures]

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(Console | Video)

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[Console | Video] Casting a Net

[Video | Console]

text; anonymous.

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