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[The screen is covered intermittently in static, showing a man with white hair and a red coat. The video is harshly lit with a black background.]

You. Yes, you jerks hiding out in the castle right now.

[He makes an exaggerated pointing motion towards the screen.]

A few of the folks here have been waiting a good long time for a piece of you. You know how much it sucks to sit around waiting for an enemy that doesn't feel like showing it's ugly mug?

[He stands up and starts pacing around the flimsy chair and starts pacing around it, never straying out of the light. All the while, he keeps talking with an increasingly theatrical timbre.]

And then you finally decided to show yourselves! But apparently the people who actually want to kick your ass aren't worth your time. No, you wanted that good-for-nothing emperor, didn't you? That's why a bunch of cowards like you decided to charge into a building full of foreigners.

[He swings back onto the chair and crosses his legs in one fluid motion. Afterwards, his voice drops down to it's normal, casual tone of voice.]

Let me give you a bit of friendly advice. That guy's not the guy you want to worry about. Haven't you heard the news? I'll tell you what: why don't you come on over so I can kick your ass personally. There's a nice little bar…

[The video cuts out with a sharp buzzing and the screen goes dark. A moment later the screen comes back to life, showing a somewhat startled Valdis]

That’s…[Dante’s old threat against the cultists] What is going on?

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.]

no_light

[ Kylo Ren has been watching recent developments on Tu Vishan with growing unease. He had started out thinking Valdis an annoyance, then a danger, but with the new guild structure, the KPD's power is only being consolidated - and thus, her power. It's not a good development for an enemy of hers.

He might have been willing to let it rest, if he hadn't overheard a drugged-out-of-his-mind KPD member mention that he is on the watch list. It had been the last push to take action.

But what to do? It took more listening and more than a little bit of luck, but now Kylo is ready to send a message which will hopefully sow seeds of discontent – and isn’t that one of the strategies of the Dark Side? Not one he had bothered with before or is particularly skilled in… but before, he didn’t need to bother with subterfuge. ]

I have learned that Valdis of the KPD knew the water supply would be targeted. If you don’t believe me, ask the officers she used to aide her.

The KPD has been hunting the Cultists for months, but for all its powerful Foreigner detectives it has nothing to show.

I demand she explain why she did not prevent the attack when she knew it was coming. I demand she explain why she protects Cultists instead of our citizens. And I dare her to explain why she calls herself a protector, but carries a dangerous sword.

How can we be certain that the shapeshifter we put our trust in is who she claims to be?

All Foreigners have secrets, but I want to know if hers are dangerous to us before I can trust her again.

[OOC: He will respond, though he might keep it short and vague to prevent giving himself away. Feel free to also talk among yourselves!]

wrathfulkhan

All right. By now we've all heard about the new Guild structure, and how if we don't choose a kedan-operated Guild, we'll be sent into the Foreigners Guild by default. Thanks to Sonja for bringing up some options about how to handle the Foreigners Guild structure. [He nods a little in acknowledgment.]

How many of us are going to choose to integrate into the structure of the city proper? I'm strongly considering it, and I think the rest of us should, too. Of course, the Foreigners Guild is important as well, but we won't get anywhere if we stay insular. We're a part of the city, for better or worse, until the spell that's holding us here dissolves, if it ever does. We may as well make nice with our gracious hosts.

commandandcontrol

Hello, to anyone who hasn't met me already, my name is Sonja.

So, it seems we all got pretty surprised this month with the unveiling of the new Guild structure.

I think it's a really good sign that the Kedan are going out of their way to give the Foreigners our own representation in city business, and I think this will really just make everything a lot more inviting to Kedan and Foreigners alike, having all the different functions be given a structure and leadership.

I'm a fan of formality.

But it also leaves us with a vacuum in the way we want the new Foreigner Guild to be organized.

In particular I want to ask the Welcome Center, and by extension Zatanna, if it wants to become an official component of the Foreigners Guild, since the most obvious function of the Guild will be what the welcome center already does.

The Midnight Hotel under Anton always claimed to be neutral, so unless Klaus significantly changed that philosophy I imagine that will continue to stay outside the purview of the guild. I'll assume the same of any other foreigner-run business unless someone volunteers otherwise.

And then I'd just like to ask everyone their thoughts on what the Foreigner's Guild should be, what functions it should serve. This is a big opportunity to really integrate ourselves into the city, and we shouldn't take it lightly.

Thoughts?

edgeoftheknife

[The video flips on to show Erskine, gorgeous as always, and actually not looking dog-tired for once! In fact, he's smiling. This is possibly the happiest Erskine has looked on the network while sober.

...which probably has to do with the attractive redhead hovering in the background. Those who've seen Erskine's echo stone will recognize Hopeless. Those who haven't might recognize the man Erskine's been attached at the hip to for the last couple of weeks.]

Right, hello everyone. So, Hopeless had a question--

[The redhead in the background scoffs gently.]

Alright, we had a question. How old are all you Foreigners out there? We're interested in age demographics. You can be vague if you like, and you don't have to answer of course.

And in the spirit of sharing, I... missed my last birthday. It was in February. Which I suppose makes me 409 now.

lostundercover

[Costigan sounds entirely calm and collected, albeit his usual gruff self.]

I need a weapon. A gun or a knife, nothin' weird. I'll pay cash.

[There's a muffled knocking noise for a moment before he speaks again.]

Cigarettes too.

[PRIVATE TO VALDIS]
[His voice shifts, holding more anxiety.]

We need to talk. Privately, not at the station.

spoilsfun

[The only thing worse then hitting your head during a hurricane and being ordered to rest for two weeks was hitting your head, being ordered to rest for two weeks and then waking up miserably sick with a cold.

This really was not Conan's week.

He gropes blindly for the communicator and speaks it into it with a voice hoarse from coughing.]

Dr.Watson? Mr. Holmes? Do you know if the first aid kit has any cold medicine?

shroudofgray

One year has passed since I have arrived on these shores.

For one year, I have known the joy freedom, to wander paths that always have been closed. And while there is much I have learned, there is still so much yet to discover.

I hope these days can continue forever. But even if they cannot, I am happy to have lived them - to have known all of you. I am grateful.

If it is something I am allowed to choose, I would like to consider this date my birthday.

redlightgreenlight

[Valdis appears on the screen, the picture of calm, seemingly in complete control of herself despite the chaos going on outside.]

The KPD is declaring a state of emergency and I have dispatched officers to all sectors to help in any way they can.

[The force wasn't huge, but they would do the best they could]

In addition, those needing shelter can come to the Department Headquarters. It wasn't severely damaged in the storm and we will accommodate as many as we can.

[She already had a few people gathering blankets and other items that they might need.]

If anyone needs me, I'll be moving around the sectors helping move debris and running search and rescue, but I'll be in contact with my officers so you can call me through them or on a foreigner radio.

[Hound form was very useful in such circumstances.]

edgeoftheknife

[Hi there, Keeliai. Remember this guy? It's been a while.

He's sitting in what looks like a cafe out in the city. For those who don't remember him from his previous stay, he's beautiful, with striking eyes that unfortunately have some pretty dark circles under them. He looks like he hasn't slept well in ages. He's wearing a three-piece suit and cradling a cup of something in his hands--lid on, because his hands shake.

He's... seen better days.

When he speaks, he's got a pronounced Irish accent.]

Right, I... I'm back. Surprise. [He smiles and his face lights up for a moment before the smile slips.]

I don't know how many of the people I knew are left. I know... I know we're missing some. [Studiously going to avoid mentioning Anton, thank you very much.] If you're still around and we were friends, or... talked, maybe drop me a line? And hello to all the newcomers. I know I've spoken with a few of you.

I'm back at the shelter, so. I mean, Brigid and Sonja are doing the real work, the paperwork and all that. I couldn't keep paperwork straight these days if I tried.

[The thought trails off. He looks a bit lost.]

If anyone happens to spot a talking skeleton, let me know, will you? He's got another punch coming if he shows his face again. And... if anyone happens to spot a tall, skinny redhead with an accent like mine, please tell him I'm looking for him.

commandandcontrol

So, assuming I got my months right, we just started a new year!

It's a big cultural celebration where I come from.

Does anyone have plans? I was thinking of trying to make a party. We usually celebrate on the first New Moon of the year.

consultantsdoctor

[One minute he'd been settled in bed for the night and the next he was outside being pelted by wind and rain. His first act was to pull out his pocketwatch and check it only to discover that it didn't connect to the network. Whatever network COMPASS had them all set up on, John did not have access to it though he could still get into the other apps that were provided on the otherworldly device. After approximately thirty minutes of wandering about in the freezing cold, John had found himself in the Welcome Center - armed with information and new items to help him make his way in this world.

Now's the time when he addresses the network.]

Good evening, my name is John Watson and I've just arrived to this world. I'm a former Army doctor and had been working in General Practice. It's not everyday you find yourself in a new world but I think I'm taking it fairly well. Though I am a bit curious if anyone is familiar with a ship named the Charon, of a city called Zelien or a company called COMPASS. It's fine if you haven't, I'm only curious.

[There, that's the fastest way to draw out anyone who might have been in that other world.]

Anyway, I'm sure there are hospitals and doctors around these parts if anyone happens to get sick or injured during this storm but if you're in need of patching up you can call me any time. Not entirely sure where I'll be staying as of yet but I'm here to help in any way I can.

Seeing as how I'm new here, I am searching for a job preferrably where I can continue my medical practice and would like to know about the conditions of each location. My skills may lie along the scientific side of things but I've no issue working alongside those who use magic in their healing practices.

Thanks for your time.

purrns

[With the general feeling of deep unhappiness this Christmas has brought to him, and then the loss of Marinette- Adrien has been unusually absent from the network lately - and the city in general, truth be told. He's done his shifts in the healer's guild, and then at night donned the mask and done his police work, but he hasn't really done much socialising. He realises he'd make himself the recluse his father wants him to be, if he keeps this up, so here he is. ]

Hi guys. Sorry I've been quiet lately, it's been- uh. It's just been one of those months. I'm okay, though, promise!

[That's a bare-faced lie and he knows it. Still, he's rather an expert in faking it, so he gives a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his head.]

Weather's been freaky lately, huh? I was kinda expecting us to be three foot deep in snow by now. Still, if anyone needs some place to stay while it's like this or longer, there's a spare room in my place.

[Please someone live with him, he's so horribly lonely. He's stalled enough, though, and now it comes to one of the main reasons he made this broadcast in the first place.]

This is a weird question. But if you learned something here that you probably shouldn't know, is there any way of unknowing it? I know there's a lot of magic here, so I was wondering if anyone knew a way of making someone forget something. Just a specific something, not like...whole memories or anything like that. I appreciate anyone who's got an idea on that.

Thank you.

backwordscompatible

[Seasons Greetings, residents of Keelai!]

[Quite the jolly sight will greet you today: a smiling Zatanna, dressed in an elf costume, waving at the camera as if this whole thing was a very normal occurrence for her.]

I'll keep this short and sweet.

[Just like me, was the unspoken implication. If only because she was reluctant to admit that, after all these years, she was still pretty short.]

I want to do a Secret Santa. It'll be fun! Just stop by anytime in the next couple weeks and drop off your name into this hat here...

[She held up the hat in question for all to see]

...and I'll distribute the names about a week before Christmas. To give you enough time for shopping.

So who's in?

((ooc: Information and signsups can be found here))

of_deduction

I'm going to need someone to explain the metrics of this place without mentioning the giant turtle. Before you ask; yes, I have seen it. Though seeing it does little to convince me of its authenticity. I'd never get very far if I took everything at face value. That being said, Discussions on Science and verifiable facts only. if you intend to talk magic don't bother responding. Your input isn't needed. SH

no_light

[ It's the second time a message from Kylo Ren shows up in as many months, a new record! What joy!

But this misfired text message going public by morning isn't one he would have wanted to share. ]

you're SO pretty... like SO pretty

i never say nice things to you why do i never say nice things?

i want to write a poem about your eyes and how good you fight you're really special you know that? youre light and fierceness and danger and i was awful to you I'm sorry i never said sorry before huh

[ Such is the result of sampling too much of the local brews, and then experimenting with new technology.

Kylo, enjoy your hangover with a little extra, courtesy of the malfunctioning network. ]

shirley_templar

[Desmond looks....tired. His face is unshaven and sallow, and his eyes are red. He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. When he speaks, it's not in English, but an older Italian dialect.]

<<Ugh...did anyone get the number of the goddamn train that hit me? It'll be another month before I'll shake this nightmare.>>

[Desmond looks surprised, as though he wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. He shakes his head again.]

<<What the hell? Am I speaking Italian?>>

aspacepirate

Uh, hey. This is Mark Watney again.

I was thinking about something and considering the circumstances, it's probably not anywhere near important, but I was thinking about time. Earth time, to be specific... not sols or anything involving that temperamental red jerk that Mars is.

(He pauses.)

Okay, to be very specific...because not all of us are from the same place, yet alone the same damn version of Earth...

In any case, you know, if we're going by the passage of time here... I'm another year older today. I think.

(Pausing again.)

You know what, let's just go with it. I didn't get a real birthday minus the crew singing at me the last go around.

Current Mood: chipper

Tu Shanshu

Ghost transmission | Sept 9, 2014

video; fanfic narration. because he can.

[anonymous text message/console]

text | anonymous console post

video; locked to foreigners

[Video] Let's Continue Building a Government!

[handset | video] one love, one life (backdated to 3/5 or so)

console // audio

[Voice] backdated to the day after the Hurricane

[Video]

Network Video | State of Emergency

[console | video] then we do it again (pre-hurricane)

Video

☤ Entry 001 | Text

Video;

[video]

Text.

[text misfire]

Third Animus Data Fragment - I've seen enough for one life

Voice:

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