[When the feed comes on, if nothing else, Finn looks decidedly healthier than he did last time. He just assumed it was all from nerves or something. At least he's pretty sure nerves can do that] Okay so this might sound like a pretty stupid question to a lot of you and maybe it is, but when [and there's a much quieter 'or if' in there] we go home, ( Read more... )

[Hey, Siren's Port. You just got pocket dialed. Yes really. There are sounds of a monster fight going on, but it's exceedingly muffled and impossible to see. It doesn't last long (but you might have come in towards the end of it), and then there are maybe 10 seconds of shuffling and silence before Midnighter pulls the cellphone out ( Read more... )

Hey. [sometime late tonight, the Port gets the most awkward of greetings. Sam's sitting in an armchair, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped so he doesn't do anything stupid with them. He's a little dressed up tonight - which, for him, means a navy blue collared shirt with his jeans.]A lot of you know me already, but for ( Read more... )

Fourteen. [It's how the feed starts, with the simple statement of the number, the view being of Ciel with a cup of tea and a scone that hasn't been touched yet.] While it may not seem old at all to some, fourteen is incredibly old to me personally. To think I've been in this city long enough to now see two birthdays pass is, if anything, almost ( Read more... )

[ It was early afternoon. What could be seen, which was little unless you included the sky and the sight of the tops of buildings, was a candle. White, large and lit. The NV's owner? Can only be heard, rather than seen ]I've heard a few here make mentions as to remembering those whom have passed, either from our own worlds or from here. I'm not ( Read more... )

I'm really sick of this stupid show.

[Yes, here's the manager of the Felton, ready to finally talk about that atrocious rock opera.]First, this kid tells me that he needs way too much money to do this show. Then, he drives off all of his actors and has to get new ones. Now, I have mothers from M.A.N. lining up at the box office to complain about ( Read more... )

[Cue one Big Bad Wolf in his room, smoking and lazily flipping through reports he should be filling out. He doesn't feel like it right now. Thus: time for a video chat.]Considering the TV's already running specials and I officially can't listen to the radio anymore without it being interrupted by some rendition of "Jingle Bells", I thought I'd bite ( Read more... )

[Good evening, Siren's Port! A man, appearing in his late 20's, or perhaps early 30's is seen onscreen, with coiffed dark hair and perfectly groomed moustache. This would be a one Doctor John Seward, resident psychiatrist.

Here, he is seated within his study, preoccupying himself among his many papers of the routine follow-ups for the local ( Read more... )

[Kadaj is sat on the floor, with a blond head resting on his lap. It's Liquid- and Liquid is lying very, very still. The Remnant isn't looking at the camera, and his expression is twisted with pain and anger and a strange kind of calm, like a bomb about to explode.]

Liquid died. I told him he would be next, but he said he wouldn't. He promised he ( Read more... )

[She clears her throat and tries to start, but shuts her mouth.] I don't know how it happened, but I've been informed something is wrong with my memory. I don't even know if anyone has any powers that could... detect this sort of thing, but I'd be awfully appreciative if someone could take a look at me ( Read more... )