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[ it's clear from the view behind him that nico is currently sitting somewhere very high up. for those familiar with it ( and still awake, since it's nearly midnight ), they might notice he's on the roof of the communal housing. indeed, he's sitting on the edge, swinging his legs back and forth as he looks up at the stars above. for a few seconds, he's silent. were it not for the fact that the video is recording and being held up, one might think the device somehow turned on itself. but no, it's intentional, and eventually nico sighs. ]

I think I prefer the stars from home. At least they were recognizable. The constellations... I've been far away from home before _{if you could call it "home"}. But at least I knew where I was and how to get back by looking at the night sky. I know almost all the stories. The myths. Most are real, you know.

[ a shake of his head and nico seems to stare off into the distance. a small chiming of his device signals the hour: midnight. nico's brows furrow as a response. ]

I wonder where I could get some blue birthday cake.

( ooc: slams this down and skedaddles to bed. nico's birthday was the 16th and i'm late, but i wanted to get this up. tag backs will come tomorrow. )

bringbackgold

[ It takes a few moments of video before it settles and he decides to start speaking. His tone is a little unsure, and a little quiet and shy. ]

I finally get my own place, and only a couple days in --

[ Video diverts to a calico cat curled up in blankets and sheets. ]

She follows me home. She is very friendly, so I have a hard time believing she doesn't belong to someone, but she has no collar.

[ His voice gets quiet. ]

I will come up with a good name.

[ It's quiet, and the video just seems to rest on the cat for a few moments, before he settles on himself again. He still looks awkward as ever. He's trying to get a feel for the place, clearly - so this seems like a good question to ask. He speaks with more confidence, when he finally does. ]

I am putting together new remixes for next month at Element. What is your favorite song to dance to?

findingbalance

( retconned )

Updated note: For purposes of removing confusion regarding the petcetera mission, this network is being retconned and the mission temporarily on hold.

idolpire

[Say hello to an angular looking face that's not smiling. He is smoking, which is all part of the bad boy look. Maybe.]

Let's get one thing clear here, yeah? Last thing I need is a bunch of goody-goodies hunting me down out of some obligated sense of protecting the masses. Yes, I'm a vampire. Ooh. Scary, I know.

[Hands lift to do a little 'woo' motion, a cigarette between two fingers that he pauses to take a drag from before continuing in a thick, lower-class British accent.]

No, I can't eat any humans. Got me on that synthetic crap here. So unless one of you plans on dropping off a bag of type you on my doorstep, consider yourselves safe.

[And it pains him to admit that. It's obvious on his face.]

So instead of blaming me for being all terrible and mean -- which I am, try blaming whatever brought me here. I was just off, being a vampire in my own little word, then poof. I wake up here. Not my fault. Didn't sign up for it. So you hero types, you bleeding heart goody-goodies, you can all put your pitchforks down and go pet a puppy or something.

[He pauses for a moment, then points at the screen.]

Non-humans, however, I can still hurt. So if you're up for an asskicking, by all means, come a'knocking. I could do with a good fight. It's too... nice around here. Gives me the willies. And please, don't try to come back with some 'all bad needs to be stopped'. It's bollocks. Every world needs a bit of bad. It's what gives the goodies something to be all superior over.

whatsapineapple

[It opens a bit too close on Sid's face as he frowns in concentration. His face brightens up as he realizes its working and he backs up, grins and waves.]

Greetings, fellow inmates! Or whatever we're calling ourselves. I'm Sid Carter and I have an announcement to make.

THIS!

[He holds up an unopened cigarette packet, and then brings it closer to the camera so that the price (and tax) are visible. The tax is pretty dang high. As he pulls it back, his face is almost comically grim.]

Is daylight robbery. And I won't stand for it. And if you won't stand for it, either, and wanna come talk to be about it, maybe get a solution, then you can-- [He pauses, and looks a bit confused, before going on.] Well, they said you can talk privately, too, on this thing. So you can do that.

Or you can come find me. I'm staying on the 12th floor and I'm working at the Fiery Chariot Car Service (Hell of a name, that).

[He grins broadly again.]

And that's that! Sid out.

[He ends the video.]

noassgardian

--urge!!

[There's a squeaky voice before the video comes on, shaking violently as if someone is running with the device. You can see flashes of floor five of the communal housing-- beds and random items flashing by, with the occasional blue fur in the shot.]

Demiurge!

[Then there's finally a shot of Billy's face, dubious for a moment as he looks down over the side of his bed, book propped on his chest.]

Ugh-- what? I thought I told you to shoo--

Demiurge!

[That's when realization seems to sink in, Billy's eyes going almost instantly wide. It's a mixture of surprise and annoyance that sends him darting off his bed, book flying-- and that's when the camera goes shaky again as whatever's holding it seems to start running again.]

Hey! What the hell-- give that back!

[There's more jostling and another, this time more surprised, 'Demiurge!' before the phone finally drops and the screen goes mercifully dark for a moment. There's still a bit more rustling around to be heard though, before Billy finally reappears some time later, with a squirmy blue creature tucked safely under his arm and looking just a bit disheveled, and more than a little exasperated.]

Sorry to... whatever you guys just had to see. This-- [creature he might have made in another dimension, oops. No, he is not saying that--] thing just showed up and followed me back home. It also won't leave, and I guess it thought stealing my phone was a sure way to get attention...

[And let's be fair, it did sort of work.]

Anyway, I'll make sure it won't happen again...

Demiurge!

[If you look closely, Billy might just be clenching his jaw tighter at that noise.]

I told you to stop saying that...

[Not that the creature seems to listen... or, you know, stop with the squirming until it feels like it's held properly-- and can get it's arms up around Billy's neck to hold on. It seems to make it happy enough at least since it starts to let out something akin to purring. There's a frustrated groan and an eye roll.]

Does anyone have any tips? I don't really do pets... but I guess I'm sort of responsible for this thing until I figure out if the shelters or anywhere else will take it.

[Oh, he's responsible in so many senses of that word...

Which means he's probably stuck with it permanently. Great.]

dirtyredneck

[He's been here a little bit. Hasn't engaged much. Figured he was having one hell of a fever dream after getting bit. Course, he couldn't remember getting bit, but what else could it have been? Only it hadn't gone away and the food he'd been eating seemed real enough and the people he'd been ignoring acted offended enough to be real, too.

So... maybe it was real. Weirder shit had happened.

And if it was, it might do him some good to actually start figuring his own shit out. Including how to actually use this thing.]

I ain't never used one of these
smart phones I think they're called
before. They had them before but I never
anyway I only ever had a flip phone
one I could text on.
How's this thing work?

starspangled

[it's steve's first time on the network, though anyone who's met the other steve might need a second glance. he's sitting on his bed, a box of cookies on one side, and a familiar shield propped up against his knee.]

So I guess I'm not one of the new kids anymore. [there's new names, new faces - some familiar ones too.] For anyone who just got here, it's okay if you feel a little bit overwhelmed. I woke up once before and the world had changed, so I guess I might've been a little more prepared for it than most. My advice is to keep busy if you can - they say action is the antidote to despair. Find your friends too, or make new ones. There's no shortage of good people here.

[that's not his cue, but might as well make his introduction here.]

My name's Steve Rogers - the other one. If I can lend a hand with something, if you need an escort beyond the fences, just say the word. [steve glances down, gripping the edge of his shield for a moment.] Someone must've gone through some trouble to get this back to me. I figure I owe it to them to put it to good use.

Now, if it's the cookies you're asking about... [steve sighs, like that requires a little more consideration.] They're really good, but my ma did teach me to share. I bet I could get some more, maybe even some homemade ones.

[that little smirk has 'right, sam?' written all over it.]

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