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You know what fucking sucks?
The Speakeasy
The owner is never around.
Just Who Does SHE Think She Is?!?!?!
She can't do shit right around here.
WE HAVE NEEDS!
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STAND THIS HEAT WITHOUT MY BOOZE?!

「Hey, hey, Rey's friends... yeah, he's calling you out, come defend your friend, come show you care about her! He needs you... She needs you. Please.
The clock is ticking.

Yep, this is ruse. It WAS HARD, OK?! He feels terrible. It had to be done.」

foundafamily

[Firo addresses the camera with a frown of concentration. It’s the kind of look that he fancies is appropriately serious and gangsterly. To the outside observer, it may look more like the kind of stern expression a kid would practice in the mirror; being intimidating has never been Firo’s strong suit.]

If you all wanna run around killing each other over some stupid list, that’s not my problem, but you’d better keep it out of the speakeasy if you want to keep all your teeth.

So we don’t have any trouble, I’ll let you know about the new rules in advance:

First, if you bring any weapons, you’re gonna have to leave ‘em at the door—that goes for everybody, except me and Rey, obviously. I don’t care if you’re on the list and think you need to defend yourself.

Second, if you wanna start something, keep it outside. If you don’t like that, you can get your booze somewhere else.

[A pause, and then he continues in a lighter tone, his best customer service voice, as if nobody was just talking about the recent dark news. Might as well plug too, while he’s here!]

Obviously we’re still open for all of this, so if you want a drink or want to gamble, come on over. We have darts and pool too.

circumitus

bianca's gone. in case those who knew her didn't already notice.

it was her idea to set up monthly dance nights at the speakeasy. thought it sounded like a good idea back then. still do.

obviously we have a lot of other shit to worry about, but think we all could use a regular breather, if anyone wants to help out or bitch about how stupid it is.

[And that's all she wrote. Despite how things ended between her and Bianca the last time they met, this wasn't the outcome that Rey had wanted. Still, it could be worse. Not like enough people don't think of this place as a prison.]

infinite1up

[Sato looks very serious when he appears on the screen, and at first he's close enough to the camera that it's hard to tell exactly where he is. What is clear is that although he seems uninjured, there's a bit of fairly fresh looking blood on the collar of his shirt.]

Hello again, everyone. Sadly, I have sobering news to relay. You see, for several months now, I've been followed. Wanting to assume the best, I had hoped that whoever was simply too shy to approach. Or curious, perhaps.

Unfortunately, today the creature following me decided to make his move. I was viciously attacked in the streets of this very city. Of course... he was not successful.

[Sato changes the angle of the camera enough that the scenery is familiar to those who've been to Rage's temple to trade bodies for bullets. Except this time there's a small (and also familiar to some) figure dumped in an unceremonious heap of black and red spiky fur - and blood - on Rage's altar. Shadow is, quite certainly, dead.]

I would like to say simply that the Guard should spend more effort on trying to protect the citizens from dangerous creatures like the one I fought off today. I really would.

But I can't, because from the few words I heard, he was clearly sent by the Guard.

Is this fine with you, fellow citizens of this city? That you could be followed, attacked, perhaps even held hostage or killed, at the whims of a terrible organization like this? [He shakes his head sadly.] Please, tell me what you think of this. And be sure to tell them as well. For all of our sakes.

infinite1up

It's a shame we don't have any new games. Although they're both very nostalgic, I'm getting quite tired of Pong and Ms. Pac-man. Is there anyone around who'd be willing and able to make a new one? I have lots of suggestions, and I think we'd all like a little more entertainment here.

Oh! Or perhaps someone would be able to fix my Vita? It's been broken for a long time now, but I'd appreciate any help.

elegant_and_proud

[Ikaruga appears on the network with a serene look on her face. She's currently polishing her sword tidily in her lap, keeping it shiny and well-maintained.]

Good evening, fellow residents of Hadriel. There is a certain peace of mind that comes from being capable of defending oneself. Exercise is an excellent way to stay healthy as well.

[She continues polishing the sword at an unhurried, deliberate pace before looking up again.]

That being said, I have decided to offer lessons in the art of the sword. I am also willing to be a sparring partner to those who already have training. If anyone is interested, kindly reply here or send me a private message.

[Filtered to Team Tranquility]

I propose a friendly competition. Whomever makes the most people from other teams feel tranquil will receive a home cooked meal from me.

elegant_and_proud

Much as I would have preferred not to be pulled unceremoniously from my own world, it has occurred to me that this is a rare opportunity to learn about worlds I was previously unaware of.

[In other words, this is her polite way of saying "I'm bored, entertain me".]

How many are from worlds were magic exists? How many are from worlds where the technology is highly advanced?

[She's more interested in the magic portion, really, but she is curious about people's answers regardless.]

What is the government structure like in your world?

Inquiring minds want to know. Or this one does, at least.

infinite1up

[The video opens with Sato's face mostly filling the screen, so it's hard to tell exactly where he is. For anyone who's seen him before, there's one major change; he does not look happy.]

Hello everyone. I'm Sato.

I've been here for many months now, and been watching the sad state of affairs we are living in. Our lives are nothing more than playthings for the so-called gods, revived again and again to serve as their sources of power. Yet even in this troubled situation, man always seems to find a way to oppress man.

I'm speaking, of course, about the City Guard.

These people have put themselves in a position of authority over all of us in this city, keeping the peace... their idea of the peace.

But I ask you, who are they to tell you or I what we should be doing, how we should be feeling, when we are already prisoners to begin with? We have to go with our emotions, speak.. and act... from the heart! [he clenches his hand and places it over his heart, speaking with renewed intensity] If you feel that the windows should go, if these buildings need to burn to the ground, then you should be free to do it! If god damn animals are infesting this city, then you should be free to take them out and throw their corpses in the river! Whatever aggravates you, there is always one of them in the way trying to calm things down and keep you from expressing how you truly feel! We have let these feelings simmer for far too long, let them keep us quiet for the gods to feed from for too long! And I know that I, at least, am not willing to let these jackbooted thugs tell me what I can and cannot do.

No, they will not have their peace. The first step to liberation is to depose these puppets, and show the gods our fury.

That's why I'm calling to all of those in the City Guard to disband their organization, abandon their posts. Of course, [...he shakes his head...] we all know that they won't give up the authority that they've been holding so easily, will they? That's why I am asking all whose hearts beat with mine and earn for true freedom to join me in front of their headquarters at dawn tomorrow... where we will deal with them and put an end to their injustices once and for all.

Let me remind you that extremism in the defence of liberty is no vice, and that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.

[There's a brief pause with him scowling into the camera before he adds:]

And in case the Guard thinks they can stop this resistance by blocking off the Armory [Sato adjusts the phone to angle over his shoulder, showing off a pile of assorted weapons that a medieval warlord would be proud of, largely collected over the last few months from the Armory, everything from crossbows and morning stars to pickaxes and... is that some C4 on the table???] Think again.

[That scowl twists a little at that point into a vicious smirk before the feed cuts off.]

pyralisit

[The video comes on perhaps a few seconds too soon, showing Cal sitting in front of a window, a lit cigarette in his mouth. There's not really any way to tell what he's looking at outside, but after a few moments he takes the cigarette from his mouth and extinguishes it, exhaling more smoke.

Judging by the haze in the air, he's been there a while.

Once the cigarette is out, he turns to look directly into the camera. This is a very human way of communicating and he isn't sure that he likes it.]

Are we supposed to believe this place isn't actually hell? [Because so far the only good thing about it is Pell. Not that he's ever had a particularly safe life, but the ridiculousness he's seen in the short time he's been here is beyond acceptable.

He almost lights another cigarette, but thinks better of it, and sighs instead.]

All this for what, to stir up some emotions? [He laughs, but the sound is joyless.] Be careful what you wish for and all that nonsense.

So what happens when they get more of us than they can handle?

anthropophagite

[ Okay, how does exactly a ghoul ask for food? Because certainly he can't just pop up to the network and ask if anyone knew where to get human flesh. He knows he can't ask it like that, but he will make his best to get some answers.

But first: He will be ANONYMOUS because there is no way he's risking it. ]

If you aren't human and you have a very specific diet, where can you get it?

[ wow. This is not suspicious at all. He is so sorry, but Kaneki is getting a bit desperate and hunger is a really awful thing. ]

amos_moses

[At first there is a confusion of sound, before it becomes clear it’s music: a little bit tinny from the mp3 speaker nearby, but the song has a fast tempo and a rolling rhythm. The low male vocals are smooth and light.]

[The opening picture of the video is something oddly textured and unrecognizable at first, until the jabberjay pulls its head back and examines the screen with one beady eye. It blinks, pecks the screen, then hops away, bored. The crazy angle of the screen reveals one of the tower apartments: and it belongs to Amos, as evidenced by both the bird and the fact that Amos is in the middle of the main room, dancing to the music.]

[Shirtless, he’s only wearing shorts and a pair of socks: the socks are knee-high and an eye-searing combination of neon green and electric orchid stripes. Short and close-knit, Amos is lean-muscled like a dancer or a gymnast, and he moves with the same careful and precise grace. He has a few scars scattered across his skin, visible in glimpses as he dances without restraint, joy written all over his face.]

[At first the dance moves are slower, classical training showing for those who can recognize it, ballet and ballroom. But as he warms up, Amos mixes it up, pulling from all kinds of dance: contemporary, the street hip-hop and breakdancing, the sensual steps from bars and nightclubs….and more, with martial arts kata stirred in, and tumbles and leaps from gymnastics, flexible and quick. He’s moving for the sheer unbridled joy of moving, the pure physical pleasure of throwing his whole body into expression. It’s a little wild, more than somewhat childish as Amos gives in with abandon. He delights in the push and burn of exertion: dancing is something he’s always loved.]

[He’s in constant motion until the song ends: then he staggers to a halt and flops over into a nearby pile of pillows: all brightly coloured and none of them matching. He laughs, breathless and full. Oh that had been fun!]

Hey sugar!

[Amos rolls over to sit up, hair messed in every direction, as the jabberjay calls out to him. It hops back over to the phone and pecks it. Amos bounces to his feet and over to the phone himself.]

Ain’t good to eat, leave it alone, mon choux.

How’d you turn this thing on anyways?

[Amos scoops up the phone and turns it off, oblivious to the free show he’s just given the network.]

oversear

[ The video starts too close to Armand's face, blurring the image, making his stark white skin appear to be glowing with the poor lightening. He seems to be somewhere very dark with a lone candle burning. The seconds tick by as he plays with his own image in the frame. Eventually he finds the proper distance to hold his camera. He breaks his silence with a very soft voice. ]

My impression was that I had landed in Hell but now there is an atmosphere of a child's fantasy. There are monsters yet candy rains from the taps and there is light pouring in from inside the cave. I cannot make sense of it.

[ He stops speaking for a moment to think this statement over. ]

I come to this strange community with a request. These animals that have appeared. Rabbits and kittens and such. I would like to welcome them into my home. If someone could deliver them to me I would find a way to repay you. I have fallen ill and unable to leave myself.

[ Not with the chance of encountering odd hours of daylight. He can hardly believe he's using such simpleton tactics to obtain blood. ]

I'm afraid that is all I can say at the moment. My thanks in advance.

keep_smiling

Hello everyone! If we haven't met, my name is Elmer. I've been here for a few weeks now, I suppose. It's good to meet you all! This place is pretty interesting, to say the least, and everyone I've met has been very fascinating. It's nice to meet so many people from places so different from my own. ＼(＾O＾)／

I have a question, though! I'm looking for a man named Victor Talbot. He was here not too long ago and now I've lost track of him completely. Typical for him, really, but in this closed-off city, I feel like it'd be harder to just disappear like that. Maybe you've seen him? Dark hair, glasses, cool sideburns, yells a lot. Let me know if you see him. Or if you're reading this, Victor, say hi already! (ノ゜Д゜)ノ

While I have your attention, why not tell me a little about yourself? Let's break the ice this way: tell me one thing that makes you smile, no matter what. What's guaranteed to cheer you up? (・w・)

circumitus

[Judging by the sound of her voice and the clunking of glass in the background, Rey has been drinking. Alone, no less. When that happens, she has a habit to get melancholy, and even more so now. Thanks, Sorrow.]

"So, let's get this straight.

"The goal in all of this, assuming that we have one to start with, is to bring all of these dead gods back to life so that they can work their asses to finally use that Door that brought us all here in the first place... to take us back to our own worlds. That is the mission, right?"

[Pause. Another clink of glass as she takes a shot. By then it's obvious that there's something off about the way she speaks. Devoid of the monotone and the robot exterior that she so often maintains in the presence of others. Now it's just too much work.]

"Not that it's supposed to be a bad thing. Am sure that some of you come from lovely worlds with minimal problems and actual lives to return to and whole prospects ahead of you. But where does that leave some of us?

"You know, the ones that don't have lives. People who are dead, or have nothing to go back to but a piece of metal rammed through your chest but you're not dead even though you'd probably be better off that way anyway because of your track record for only making things worse no matter how much good you try to do and..."

[...And Rey is digressing. That is also not something she wanted to actually say.

[In fact, none of these things she actually wanted to say.

[Realizing this, she cuts the feed with a muttered "fuck, never mind" at the end.]

foundafamily

Hey, listen up. I’ve got an idea.

[Evidently a very important one, judging by how soberly he’s speaking.]

Obviously we need things to do in between gettin’ set on fire and havin’ our heads messed with. So I was gonna set up a card table in the bar—could be poker, faro, anything if we can get enough players for it. If people like it, we could make it a regular thing.

If you don’t know how to play, I’ll teach you. And if anybody knows any other games, I’d like to see ‘em.

torrefied

Sartre got it wrong. Hell is teenage girls.

dogsanddaughters

[Following this]

NEED HELP GONNA KILL ME

wormintheglass

[It's not that Bianca hasn't been enjoying the party. She's been everywhere, but fleetingly: pouring drinks, drinking toasts, absorbing the ambience, drinking some more. She has made no effort to take centre stage - till now.

It's during the last days, when everyone is feeling the worse for wear and the riotousness has died down some, that Bianca appears on the network.

She is not on a stage, not using one of the karaoke machines. She's in her house, the lights low, and one of her pet hyenas props her back up while the other acts as a footrest. She has an open bottle of tequila in one hand, and the carcasses of several empties lie around her. When she stares into the video feed, the unfocused look in her eyes suggests that standing up might currently be beyond her power. Her mirror lies on her lap.

Instead of speaking, Bianca starts to sing. Her voice is deep, powerful and true, and she doesn't speak until the song is finished.]

My cavemates. My friends. I fell here from a great ship between the stars, one just as inescapable and dark as these tunnels, just as full of monsters.

It had its own mirror, its own equal and opposing force. I shall not bore you with the tale of the two ships' struggle for dominance, of how I changed sides and fought at my own side for love and redemption.

[She says these words with derisive emphasis, and then smiles.]

I was sure I would die. What does one do, after one's great heroic sacrifice is rejected? After one wakes from the final battlefield to find oneself on another battlefield, ridden by yet more gods and monsters?

[She answers her own question by raising her bottle shakily to take another deep swallow.]

I am Bianca. Tell me, my children, where did you arrive here from? Where is your home?

secondreturned

-hello?

[On the screen is a woman, maybe in her mid twenties. When she sees that the feed is on, her face lights up into a wide smile. The shelf behind her has a few bottles on it, and the whole place seems to glow with a warm light.]

Oh. Hello! I'm Delight. Hope has seen it fit to bring me back, and I want to thank you all for your part in my resurrection.

I created this bar for you. The things you'll find in here are safer than the things you might discover wandering around, and I'll do my part in keeping it stocked. Come down if you'd like to chat- I look forward to meeting you all!

amos_moses

[The video opens up to Amos sitting on a rooftop, the trees of the park off in the distance behind him. He's got a jabberjay perched on either shoulder, and he gives the camera a sunny grin.]

Hi! So. Ya'll've probably noticed the birds. I know they can be annoying an' rude, but I'm gonna ask that you please not kill 'em. They're actually really useful.

They like trouble an' excitement an' people, an' when I asked a few of 'em agreed to watch around the arena an' the streets for me. So them making a fuss is a pretty useful alarm system. I've been leavin' out bread an' fruit for 'em, 'cause they told me they like that best. It'd be pretty helpful, though, if ya'll could do the same.

Oh, an' they recognize faces an' voices, so if you've bothered them before, uh, they'll remember that an' they won't like you. Bribing them with food works pretty well, though, as you can see with my buddies here.

[Amos nods to the birds on his shoulders. One of them is eyeing Amos's shiny multiple earrings in a very concentrated 'I want to steal that' way: the other is cheerfully unraveling a thread from Amos's shirt-collar. Truthfully, only three of the jabberjays are absolutely willing to aid Amos; the rest are passingly indifferent to his requests but Amos can still 'hear' them when they start a fuss, if they're within a half mile of him. But no need to let everyone in on those details.]

Oh, and for some reason, they're all male, in case anyone was curious.

So thanks, please be nice to the birds! An' the fish in the river like handouts too, just passin' it on.

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