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 Christmas is a holiday that's pretty important, back home.
In Germany, it's a family affair, usually. It wasn't celebrated much in my own household, but the city outside was always decorated, and there was usually a parade in the streets on more beautiful nights.

I've heard it's different for some people.

And that gifts have more meaning than others.

I'm curious to know the differences, as I still don't really understand it, much.

eggclipse

[ he's been scrolling through the network for much of the afternoon, mulling over various threads and the content within. while there were more pressing questions he could no doubt ask instead, it was better to start off small and inconspicuous. right? right. ]

Rather than toss another bewildered introduction into the mix, I thought I would pose a question instead. Several, in fact.

1. What were your initial reactions to your new home?

2. How do you feel about your situation as it stands now?

3. What do you do to pass the time?

whenturksfly

[ Have a short burst of static as the feed opens to a brunette giving the camera a light tap as she regards the device with an openly curious lilt about her expression. This level of technology isn't new to her, not in the slightest. It's common enough on the Planet, but it's different from the terminals to which she'd grown accustomed in Purgatorium and its novelty still hasn't worn out on her despite her arrival earlier in the month, a tribute to just how much time she's spent resting and recovering given the harshness of the previous world's conditions. She's still too pale for a lack of sun and too thin with some lingering tiredness about her. It's really more convenient, what with this device being mobile as opposed to bolted to the ground, of course. The inclusion of a camera with video function is certainly a clean step up from voice and text with tiny pictures and she expects it will serve her well enough in this new, foreign world.

It's a moment later, once she's sure the device is properly on and functioning, that she offers the camera, the audience an easy smile and a two fingered salute in greeting. ]

Hey there, Riverview! My name is Valeria Myles. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but think I'll save that for individual introductions. If there's anyone from the Planet here or Shinra means anything to you, I'd appreciate it if you could get in touch with me.

[ That smile of hers doesn't slack. The network has always proven the quickest way to determine if there's a familiar face around and about, after all, and it should prove useful in gathering some much needed intel given how little and wholly ideal the information orientation had provided. Things are seldom so good. Speaking of -- ]

Orientation was a little lacking in providing anything beyond the bare minimum details about this place, so I thought I'd ask the lot of you and hope you aren't too tired of these sorts of questions already.

What can you tell me about Riverview? The good, the bad, the ugly -- I'm looking less for the standard tourist answers and more for the nitty gritty, but I'd be glad to take that and everything in between seeing how I'm going to be here a while. [ A pause, brief but thoughtful. ] If you happen to know a place that serves a proper coffee, I'd be happy to take that, too. It's... been a while. It almost seems overdue.

[ Any nostalgia that's managed to seep into her voice is gone as she blinks back to the present. There's that bubbling energy, that smile tugged wider. ]

That's a fair introduction, don't you think? Thank you for your time. I hope to hear from you soon.

tenthousandmiles

( the natural order allowed you to come back )

bunnyblock

[For the first time since he's gotten here, months ago--He's actually posting a video instead of leaving cryptic or weird texts he expects people to understand without any real explanations.

At first, however, the videofeed is quiet, except for the faint whirring of machines. With a press to one of the holographic keyboards near him, the image of a tall man flickers to life.

He looks every bit like the real version of a man who used to be here--if anyone had the privilege of meeting him. Ozymandias, King of Kings--an apparent pharaoh who had been called here 'against his will.'

Another press of a button, and the man speaks, though most notable is a peal of heartfelt laughter.

A strange look flickers across Noiz' usually emotionless face, and he shakes his head.]

If someone who was dead before they got here leave...

I wonder where they go.

[In Noiz' weird way, one might be able to recognise the feeling of loss he's having trouble trying to process.]

radicalspeed

Ah, to be young and alive! Breathe in the air, enjoy the scenery, get to know the people...

Let me tell you a little philosophy...

[The young man in the video — he's such a character in hair alone (what on earth is going on with it) — sits in his rented hospital wheelchair in his simple apartment space on floor 14 (needs a little work, he thinks, not nearly enough reading material or flashy bits). In one hand, he's got some silly romance novel that's clearly forgotten, and he looks a bit weary, a bit hollowed out from battles not yet mentioned, but he's clearly so very jazzed about the opportunity to be here in Riverview. After all, he'd thought he'd be a dead man, and though he's hardly out of the woods entirely, he has more time to keep going! More time to really go the extra mile -- literally! Ahahahaha!

Oh, yes, the philosophy. Ehem.

At this point, his mouth is moving a mile a minute.]

That's the fun of travel, and there's no better travel than hopping worlds; think about it...! Of all the universes and all the galaxies, you were extended a hand to this place — a one in a trillion chance, perhaps more, to be among the stars! Or perhaps to shoot across time and space like one...! More time to chase after longevity, to meet records, to dash down the sin of sloth. We all have the right to free will! Free will to fall in love, to learn and grow and develop new and interesting hobbies and ideas and concepts of what it is to be our own individual self; individuality is key! [He's balancing on one wheelchair wheel, spinning in a circle. Stop him. STOP HIM.] But what's the point of all that if you're too slow to get around to it, huh?! Don't let yourself hold you back!! If you want something, reach for it, so you know what that means—?!

[He stops. Drops back onto all his wheels, so tickled.]

Anyone interested in wheelchair racing?

[Sometimes (most times) he just can't help himself.]

bunnyblock

[It's been about a month since this weird, glitchy-looking styled message has appeared on the network, but here he is again. But instead of a list of quiet, seemingly random questions, it's a pretty legible question.]

 There are people here from different sorts of worlds, with different sorts of abilities, and experiences that border on the supernatural.

The longer I'm here, sometimes I find it hard to believe this is anything more than a strange dream, or something along those lines.

I understand science and machinery. I don't understand the supernatural, only in the sense of Videogames and Science Fiction.

If you have abilities or experiences that are different from this 'normal' I understand...

Tell me about it. 

Your magic, your reality, supernatural creatures or abilities...

I'm interested in that.

glitterpants

_{[ Despite being relatively quiet on the network, Karamatsu has been keeping up to date with what has been happening in Riverview. Well, what was important to him, anyway, and what was important to him was the fact there was going to be a masquerade this week. Going to bed every night and knowing there are people out there who don't have perfect fashion for this sort of thing was making him feel determined, and dare I even say.. proactive.

Unfortunately, when Karamatsu becomes inspired, it's usually pretty bad.
Today, he's dressed in this and seems awfully proud of it.

He strikes a pose, spreading the wings out to show off all of the colors with an exclamation of "bang!" which is nothing like the sound a bird should make (was he bird or just being extra??? we just don't know.) Then, he relaxes, cupping his chin with one hand. ]}

Heheh. It seems there's going to be a party on Saturday. If you want to look as perfect as me, I will be happy to help and tailor you an outfit if you do not have one. Please, no payment is necessary. Take it as kindness from my own heart, as I do not want anybody to have an insufficient costume for such an event.
Thank you.
_{[ And that's it? He also ruined his identity by posting this early, but hey, that's fine. ]}

chumpelstiltskin

aight so
forgive the informality here
ive never done a business proposal before
hold up ignore this

ladies and gentlemen of the business owning variety
i have a proposal for you
and its so highly sought after its like i took twelve of you to an island and pitted you against each other until i picked my fave
only im just kidding
this is for anyone who owns a business that has the capacity to sell shit on my behalf
and lo and behold
its not drugs

i got this show on tv
you might have seen it
we were operating under the title of the dark secrets from the crypt of peewee herman but it didnt roll off the tongue
so we called it sweet bro and hella jeff
or i did
everyone else is a lackey here to do the intricate shading on the ass cheeks of every character
you have to outsource the hard work sometimes
anyway
its surprisingly popular considering the time slot is ass o clock
but apparently thats noon for stoners
so its gaining some sort of traction
riverview weekly called it a confusing cult classic
they also begged me to stop
pending that thought id like to get some merch out there
im not interested in running a store
but if i could set up shop in some local businesses
get some staff wearing some shit
we might have a good thing going

youd get a cut of the profits of course
im not scrooge
and i dont really care about money so much as i care about everyone walking around in my shit

lmk if youre interested
serious proposals only
of the romantic and business kind
whatever floats your boat

check out these samples and think about how much youd like to degrade yourself for some extra cash

snensual~~~~~

eggsotik

metalmenace

[The feed opens up on Doom sitting at his desk in his office at Gramarye, looking Very Professional, which is basically second nature to him because that's just the kind of guy he is.]

Good evening, everyone. My name is Victor and it is with great honor that I announce that Gramarye Magic Research is going to putting on its first ever fundraising gala next Saturday. It will be a masquerade with the theme of otherworldly. Everyone in the city is invited and we will provide the masks.

[He pauses for a moment to clear his throat.]

Attendance is mandatory for everyone who is currently employed at Gramarye.

[There's a glint in his eyes when he says that. Like he's completely willing to hunt every single one of his coworkers down and drag them kicking and screaming into nice clothes to go to this.

That look disappears almost as quickly as it appeared.]

We will also be holding a bachelor and bachelorette auction during the event to help raise money for to keep Gramarye running at its current level. If anyone would like to volunteer, please contact me privately and I can sign you up.

If anyone else has any questions or comments, I'd be happy to speak to you about them.

bringbackgold

A few short things.

My cat is having kittens, apparently. And apparently she came to me this way, which explains why she looks about the size of an American football down the middle.

A nice girl at the club made an interesting mistake of referring to me as Ota as a nickname instead of Otabek. In Kazakh it means something she likely didn't intend. So - I am sharing so no one else makes the similar mistake. Otabek is fine. No nicknames or whatever needed. Please.

Also, this place is feeling quiet. Especially at the rink. So if anyone wants to come skate with me... I'm there almost every afternoon. I'm not sure if others would enjoy it, but the offer is there. If you can't skate...I can show you. I'm not a teacher, but...getting comfortable on the ice is something I know.

ragnarsson

[It's the early morning, so early some might still consider it to technically be part of the night. Deal with it, people, he cares nothing about your sleeping schedules. The only reason he's up this early is his left leg is aching and won't stop. Ah, the thrills of having a disease that create brittle bones easily. So he's bored and this is what he's left to do: bug all of you until he can get back to sleep.]

Serious question time. What does a conscience feel like? In detail, if you don't mind. Or, if you're like me and don't have one, what does empathy feel like?

[This has been on his mind as of late. Blame talks with guilt-ridden ex-assassins he's had. Ivar's been thinking a lot about it. He can fake the latter to some degree, but the former has never much bothered him, which does explain why killing comes so easily to him.]

smokedout

[The video starts up a bit like an old 70's VHS tape; grainy quality, washed-out colors, that weird lilt in the music as it starts up. The specific music that plays is a bright and cheery tune from the 50's, like something one would find on the shopping channel back in the day.

What it actually shows is a crude puppet, with a scribbled-on baseball for a head and googly eyes that have weirdly realistic irises. It seems to be made to exist in a permanent state of shock, or... terror. Everything about the image is just a little bit wrong.]

Hey you! Yes, you!

[The words appear on a sort of title card, like a silent film, as if the creator hasn't mixed around with his vintage inspiration enough. And then the puppet can be seen spinning to look at the screen, its eyes jostled in their plastic sockets. Gross.]

Are you in need of PROTECTION AGAINST MONSTERS? Do you suspect someone isn't TELLING THE TRUTH?
Do you enjoy the RUSH OF FEAR? Do you seek to TEST YOUR LOYALTIES?
Do you wish to DEEPEN YOUR BONDS? (Or LIVEN YOUR INTIMATE LIFE?)

[In the style of certain vintage-themed video games, the puppet can be seen in between these pitches engaged in actions related to each question. Pointing a spear at a stuffed animal of some monster. Crying at his bedside. Hiding from shadows in a corner of a room. Shoving another puppet off of a cliff. Hugging another equally not-quite-right puppet... and then a very crude display in the last clip (but at least they're not anatomically correct).

Finally the brand name flashes across the screen, in bright, rainbow, neon letters.]

LAMPYR
is here for you.

Enroll below for beta testing of this sensational product!

[At the very bottom of the screen, very small and blurry text flashes by very fast; if one goes through it frame-by-frame and squints they may notice the words "Test subjects will be selected randomly. Experiments will occur when subjects least expect." Some frames also seem to be replaced by arcane symbols and satanic imagery, as if to scare those trying to read the small text. If one is watching at normal speed, this all flashes by in the blink of an eye before the video suddenly cuts out. Hmm...]

dendera

[When the feed starts, it's clear that the man using it doesn't fully understand the technology, as he's holding it very far away from his face. It doesn't seem like it will be an issue though, seeing as he's basically yelling once he starts up talking;]

People of Riverview! Your blighted gatekeepers have informed me of the situation I have been summoned into, and I shall say this! [The feed swings around to a side view as he gesticulates,] Truly, though it is not what I am usually called upon for, rebuilding a civilization is certainly a worthy cause for I, the man upon whose works stand all the temples of the world! However!

[And now, the view zooms in rapidly, TOO close, on this weirdo's face. He's still yelling. This is just a bad audio-visual experience all around.]
What merits can you claim, that you should call yourselves worthy of the aid of I, Ozymandias, King of Kings!? [He's very emphatic about this. He's certainly proven to not be King of Volume Control.]
I am not so generous as to lend my mighty power to any motley assortment of fools! Prove yourselves worthy or incite my wrath!

bottombitch

[ The scene may not be an usual one. There's a fire alarm blaring, the haze of smoke and the dismayed sound of a man who has fallen prey to some misadventure in cooking. Aoba whines about how he's ruined a birthday cake he toiled over for hours, makes a fuss at how he couldn't have possibly got it wrong, all the while trying to shut off the alarm.

Noiz is naturally filming this culinary disaster as it happens and is presenting it live on social media. Don't forget to hit subscribe, folks.

When he pushes open the door to the kitchen, there's enough smoke that it's left a dull haze hanging around the kitchen even with the ventilation fan on full blast and a certain blue-haired young man is flapping a dish towel frantically before the oven. The door is open and it belches smoke, makes him choke and cough as he hauls out the burnt remains of what may have been a cake.

He clearly did not do the cooking by the book, either through sheer laziness or by using some messy recipe and the cake turned out crazy. It looks more like a blackened bit of sponge than anything edible.

It’s at this point that the camera turns a bit to show the plain-faced cameraman, who reaches forward to rip a chunk of the blackened cake up from the smoldering mess, to take a bite.

Of course, he makes a face. Eyeing the camera now, he shakes his head. ]

Someone should teach this idiot how to bake.

Or at least point him to a cookbook.

[ And apparently, that’s too much for the ~~victim~~ star of the video to handle, as he runs toward the cameraman, hands out to take the comm from him. ]

You complete brat! Are you filming this?! Don’t eat that garbage, what are you doing--!?

[ Looks like the show is over, unless you want to reply to the video that now abruptly shuts off to help this pair of fools. ]

[ ooc: Aoba's dialogue is in blue, Noiz is in green. ]

flowlikewater

[ A young man with green hair that's almost neon in brightness appears on the video feed, the angle and steadiness of the camera evidence that he does this quite a lot. His eyebrows are too perfect to not be something he maintains and his eyeliner is, as they say, quite on point. The young man's voice is probably familiar to some people around the Quarantine, although a bit younger and not muffled by a cybernetic mask and a synthetic tongue. ] Yo! Look, I don't know where exactly this place is but I'm not complaining— [ He says it like he's used to waking up in strange places he doesn't quite recognize.

He runs a hand across his chin. ] —because I'm always up for some time to get away from shit, y'know? But I gotta ask, where does everybody have fun around this place? There has to be an arcade around here, right? Or at least a good bar with cheap booze. Drop me some info, I will definitely make it worth your while.

[ The young man smiles and it approaches something playful and almost wicked. Genji Shimada was such a little shit in his youth. ]

bunnyblock

 1. does VR exist in your world
2. do you have any experience with programming
3. what's the height of technology available in your world
4. are you interested in video games
5. are you interested in contests of skill as opposed to brute strength


[No hello how are you my name is--none of that. Just a list of five questions--so are you going to answer, or not?]

sixtyeighth

[ A video comes on, and what's most clear is that on the right side of his face is covered in blood, and there's a crack in the corner of his orange-glasses. It's pretty clear right away that he's been off fighting or doing something. ]

Oh my, oh my - just when I get a new pair. Already. What a waste. I'll have to go out and find new and be more careful next time!

[ As if he will be. ]

So - can anyone recommend a good tailor and dry cleaner? I --

[ He shifts the camera, and pans it down the front of his suit. On his chest, there's several holes and dried blood. Several of the holes seem to go clear through the shirt underneath, too. ]

Ruined my favorite suit. Ran into a little trouble.

[ Hah - yeah - a little. He seems amused by this, so he starts to laugh a little. ]

Just a little.

onthehalfshell

Hello, Wikus here.

Before any of my roommates or co-workers wonder why I've disappeared, I'll be staying in hospital for a bit but I'll be back soon hopefully.

So don't go sell any of my stuff, hey?

Thanks,
Wikus

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