[The voice is level, thoughtful, composed, and perhaps familiar.]To those who do not know me, my name is Miles Edgeworth. Until last...October, it seems, I had been a resident of this city, but - as happens to so many - I was returned home. I arrived back here earlier today. Though I've already spoken with some of my contacts regarding some of the ( Read more... )

[ At first, all you can see is gold. Shiny slabs of gold, intircally patterned in a matter of scales. Then the camera moves up, up, up, and then you might think that it is rather a sculpture made entirely out of gold. A golden fish, perhaps? A snake? A lizard?

Then the camera zooms out and there’s a long, golden neck, so long and round it can make ( Read more... )

[Video plays: time lapse photography of a sunrise in glowing pinks and gold, over a stunning vista of craggy, ice-covered mountains. A chintzy chime-like sound effect trills in the background. A smooth, genderless voice with no definable accent speaks in clear, precise cadence, a little stridently, while a text transcription of the words runs along ( 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... )

Now that most of the holidays have passed - and we have one asshole behind bars - I want to discuss with the network at large the idea of using the Newcomer Community Center more often. I don't see much traffic there, which is fine, but I think we can put it to good use in the coming year. Call it a resolution, I guess ( 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... )

[The video starts with a flurry of noise, shouting, and blur as the NV goes flying, spins through the air, and lands hard on a floor at a wonky angle. Chuck is standing in his living room. He obviously just leaped to his feet and is shouting at the TV during one of the strange midnight broadcasts, but at this angle you can't tell what's actually on ( Read more... )

[After the Midnight Show. The words are slightly strained, breathless and punctuated by the flat smack of running shoes, a steady rhythm, though occasionally louder, accompanied by a grunt and a clatter. It's obvious he's running while he's making this post, though the casual tone is casual. He's running to and not from something.]It seems so ( Read more... )

Well, I'm back.

What did I miss?

[OOC: there'll be an article running tonight on the NV discussing Jack's kidnap/Black Mask's involvement/Batman's suspected help. If you want your character to have read this, go right ahead-- or not! EITHER WAY.]

[The NV is propped up on something that gives a sweeping view of rooftops and Serrure in profile. Light fades as night is coming on and he's seated on the edge of a building's roof, feet dangling over. There's no worry in his face, just a pensive expression and he speaks as though to himself, though the words are obviously meant for an audience]How ( Read more... )