Tuesday, December 20th, The Midnight Channel

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Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Tuesday, December 20th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

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Felton

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[There's a man in his early twenties when a red velvet curtain rises on a familiar stage, bare, no scenery. He's wearing a classic Broadway tux and tails, top hat, bowtie, cane. A penciled-in mustache. Quite the austere, classic, different attire than his artfully tattered, avant garde designer-wear. At closer inspection it's an old suit, dusted off from wardrobe. A dinky piano begins to play a slow rag.]

My first memories are running my little hands along the red velvet ropes- being told not to tug on them! If I misbehaved, I'd have to sit in the box office, and couldn't see the show.

Grandfather was always so serious about opening night.

"Life imitates art." Oscar Wilde said it first, but most people around here know the phrase because my grandfather said it all the time. You know, Helmer Felton? Ever heard of him? He's only the leading figure in the Siren's Port arts community! In 1952, when he was even younger than me, he rounded up some backers and moved the Grand Amore stage and troupe Underground. It was renamed The Felton,

Part 2!

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I don't think I've gotten true credit where it's due here!  I provided the necessary motivation for five characters to embrace a tragedy of truely Shakespearian proportions! Shouldn't that be worth something to you, old man!

[Adopting a slightly more nervous tone, he ventures-] ...are you really going to end my career before it even starts?

And do they blame me? Of course they did, at first I got all the credit, when they pulled my production! So tell me... now that I'm the only player left who believes in this show. Should I throw myself in? Commit fully to the part?

[There's a long pause- and then his voice climbs higher and louder with intensity as he paces the stage.]

Isn't anyone even listening anymore! Or all you all caught up in that teen reality drama of those snivelling kids!

Come on! Anyooooone!?! Is anybody out there?

All the professors who loved my work, at Hawthorne? Told me I had vision? "The next Great Felton?" Or was that all a bunch of ass-kissing bullshit? All the girls and boys who wanted on my casting couch

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt pretty much hurls his remote at the T.V. and goes to read a magazine instead.]

Dr. Daedalus Yumeno 1/2

[gaveherwings]

[A cool, mechanical voice floats in over the static, and the screen briefly turns blue]
Attention! Please Stay Tuned for An Important Public Health Bulletin ...
[Dr. Yumeno is sitting in his womb chair, in a sterile office. There is a pull-down projector screen behind him, and a six-foot tall cabinet behind him, double stainless steel doors.]

Good evening, fellow immigrants and citizens! This is an educational video, for your consumption. I'll be feeding you the important information, tonight. [His tone is airily haughty and filled with patronizing hubris, awash with a blatant sense of self-importance.] It's much better TV for you, than all of that other excess, mind-numbing junk you stuff yourselves with.

Our first topic in this lecture series is: The Virus.

[He points a remote and screen behind him flickers from a fishtank screensaver to several diagrams in a powerpoint slideshow. which appear to be taken from a advanced-level biology textbook.]While a biological entity in its own right, it's debatable whether a virus can be

Dr. Daedalus Yumeno 2/2

[gaveherwings]

[Here he pauses, beaming, pleased with himself.

He blinks expectantly at the camera, gold eyes bright, as if the lack of canned applause or an audience 'Ahhh' or 'Oooh' response is a little startling. His face falls, a hand goes to his hip, he looks vaguely disappointing. He inclines himself forward toward the camera, clasping hands behind his back, brow furrowing with concern.]

Is all of this a little too cryptic for you?

[With an admonishing tsk, he shakes his head, rolling his eyes. Scoffs a laugh.]

But I've just handed you all the answers! Here. Please, allow me to simplify in layman's terms-

[Daedalus stands, moving towards the closed cabinet.]

I'm going to show you my greatest treasure.

You, dear viewer, should feel very lucky and privileged that you're even permitted to see this. You are on your way to transformation! [A wink, a smile, tapping his finger to his lips.] After all, I don't go airing all of my secrets to just anyone.

[He flings open the double doors, and behind them is... a full-length mirror. Turning his

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[regeneratesalot]

[ ... Well, then. ]

[kingofrooks]

[ ... He thought you were narcissistic. But this just. Takes the cake, the whole cake store, and the whole Bakery Street. And Baker Street too, for god's sake.

Wow. ]

Bigby Wolf || Warning for Violence

[mrbigandbad]

[the screen flickers onto an idyllic, pastoral scene. Bright sunshine and verdant green fields for as far as the eye can see. Fluffy white sheep and lambs roam the pasture, contently enjoying the weather and the delicious grass about their hooves.

But one sheep stands out a little oddly from the rest. In fact, it isn't a sheep at all, but an enormous, monstrous wolf. There's a comically small lambskin draped across its back that does nothing to disguise its true form, but the sheep don't notice. They only shuffle out of the way as the great wolf prowls through the field, approaching the camera. It's grinning, baring gleaming fangs and bright yellow eyes.]

It's time for a story, kiddies. Gather 'round. [the voice is a rumbling growl, deep and thick.] Once upon a time, there was a very big and very bad wolf who did whatever the fuck he wanted to. The world was his hunting ground, and all the people in it were just sheep to slake his hunger. He slew dragons and devoured their sheep princess offerings. He swallowed whole sheep villages

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[mrbigandbad]

reaction and text;

[notadisneygirl]

[Oh god. Oh. And here she thought her TV show thing was bad; this one was horrible. Though he's talking about eating her. She felt sick.]

Bigby where are you?

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[mrbigandbad]

Leaving. Stay inside.

[quackery]

[When the broadcast comes on, it shows a quaint scene; a girl in a simple white dress with her long red hair worn down is sitting on a rocker next to a gently crackling fire with a closed book resting on her lap. The chair is next to a window, and trees can be seen outside, as well as freshly fallen snow. A sign reading 'Story Hour' is displayed over the fireplace. It seems like a program intended for children. She cracks open the book, tracing a finger over the words as she begins to read in a cheerful tone.]

Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who fell in love with a prince.

[As she continues reading, though, her voice grows more somber, even harsh at the most distressing points in the paragraph. With every harsh word, the fire jumps higher from its normally mild burning, the branches on the trees wave gently from the wind, and her eyes, yellow instead of the usual blue, flash darkly.]

It wasn't only the prince she cared about, though; she wanted most everyone to be happy. Even when she got hurt, or when she was scared

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[regeneratesalot]

[ Well, at least it wasn't Ahiru being a violent child or anything! She just hopes Ahiru won't try to go after it. ]

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[topslug]

[ Is that... Ahiru? Yako almost can't recognize her, between the prim storyteller at the beginning and the wrathful girl at the end... but when the broadcast ends, a rather more immediate concern comes to mind, and she picks up her NV to hurriedly dial Ahiru's NV number.

Come on, pick up... ]

[call]

[quackery]

[Once she realizes the NV is ringing and not just broadcasting more repressed feelings, she walks to her desk and pulls it out of the drawer. She doesn't yet know that she was just on - a part of her, anyways. She also sounds like she just woke up.]

Hello?

batman | warnings: violence, deaths, gore, crazy

[kingofrooks]

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[kingofrooks]

Re: reactions;

[regeneratesalot]

[ She's unfamiliar with anybody in this video, but holy shit. ]

A serious one after this, I swear.

[gaveherwings]

Re-l Mayer. It is doctor-recommended that you no longer associate with Bat-People.

They drive above speed limit and have subconscious desires to shoot you.