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[Fell looks into the camera (he's obviously holding the phone) and takes a sip from the red in his bulbous wine glass.]

Well, this has been the first and absolutely last day of business for the Crowley Cousin Mover Company.

[He turns the camera around and you get a view of his studio apartment, in all its jewel-toned, eclectic vintage charm. If you've been to his flat, or had enough footage from a past video, you'll see he's acquired a new (to him, it's vintage of course), wooden desk. With the plethora of drawers, it looks exceedingly heavy, but it's been placed expertly into his crowded living space.

The Crowley Cousins in question, Alec and Anthony, are both obviously nursing sore muscles. Alec is laying on Aziraphale's vintage leather sofa. Anthony has an ice pack on his foot.]

Oh, I haven't broken you, have I? It's just a desk. Those strapping young men I hired made it look positively easy.

serpentinthegarden

[ You stay where you are. We're coming to collect you.

Those two statements from his most recent dream echoed in his mind throughout the day, making him nervous enough to startle when ever his office door had opened or one of the many NYBG gardeners had stepped out of the bushes to ask him a question. It was absolutely ridiculous! His finger drummed on his desk as he settled on a wild contingency plan... The only problem with it was he needed some help to pull it off. ]

Hey, anyone out there want to make a few bucks under the table?

seawalled

[when Ellie turns on the feed, she is clearly in the back alley of a Starbucks. broken-down cardboard boxes stamped with that infamous logo are piled up nearby, and she's holding a half-empty packet of madeleines, gesturing with it as she holds the phone in the other.

there is foamed milk all over her apron, and traces of it in her hair like soap suds. maybe that's why she's so worked up. and yes, she may be talking with her mouth just a bit full. like you've never stress eaten!]

Can someone tell me where people leave their bloody decency before they walk out the door in the mornings here? You know, I made it through the hols just fine, but today some woman who couldn't be arsed to take her Bluetooth out of her ear long enough to answer me when I wanted to clarify her order threw her bloody oat-milk latte in my face.

This is a decent enough temp job and I make a mint in tips, but I'm really, really ready to find a desk job. Anyone hear of anything through the grapevine? Indeed and this bloke Craig and his list aren't turning up much.

serpentinthegarden

[ Strange dreams from the night before plagued his mind but he settled down to try and carry on with his chosen mission in spite of them. ]

Are you a man or a woman interested in finding a man or a woman?

[ Anthony read the question carefully before typing in an answer and speaking it aloud although he was sitting alone. ]

Sure.

[ He wasn't entirely certain what Alec's preferences were so Anthony hedged his bets and picked both. All the better to give his antisocial cousin as many choices as possible. The profile pages were filled out with Alec's information, the usual age, sex and location goodies along with the likes and dislikes... which were heavier on the dislikes than the likes. And it was rounded out with a handsomely smiling selfie of Anthony himself. They did practically look like twins! So what if the smile was a lie and unlikely to actually be seen on Alec's face. The potential new couple could work that out when they finally met.

Anthony sat in the gloom of his bedroom typing up as many online dating profiles on his laptop as there were online dating websites. Not for him of course, he had some one. It was Alec's own fault for making it sound like he was out there looking for some one to love and going about it in entirely the wrong ways. He just needed a little help, a friendly nudge to get the ball rolling and then the rest was entirely up to him only some of these questions were so outlandish and wild that they needed to be shared with the 'Different' crowd! ]

How do you prefer to be kissed, slow and tender or hard and passionately?

[ He frowned and gestured at his cell phone. ]

How would you even answer anything like that?? We're meeting for the first time not arranging a sleepover! Its a bit much for a profile question isn't it? Only thing worse would be asking how much you are making or... diving right into the do you want kids question.

[ His room was dark with the shades pulled tightly closed and yet he still wore his sunglasses as if he needed them to shield him from the glow of the computer. After a while he grumbled and rubbed at his eyes, while still keeping them very carefully shielded from the camera. ]

Sod it. I'll think of something to write in.

[ Anthony paused and frowned again at the screen.]

And now someone's asking if I'll watch their cat this weekend??

[ Each words was typed angrily. ]

Hire. A. Sitter.
At least a few of these don't look like lost causes. What do you lot think, is the online dating market always this bad? Maybe there is a better site out there?

darkforcerising

New York style pizza isn't pizza, it's just a cracker with cheese on it.

Chigaco style pizza isn't pizza, it's just round lasagna.

Change my mind.

temptationaccomplished

[Fell is filming from his work studio and seems to have forgotten to take off his apron, which has various paint stains on it. He's also wearing a pair of round glasses which he doesn't normally wear.]

I feel like I haven't been around all that much lately and for that I am terribly sorry. I really ought to keep up with you all, but work has gotten rather busy and--well, no one wants to hear about work.

[Other things have gotten busy as well, but angels don't talk about that sort of thing on public networks except when they forget themselves and DO discuss it, but that'll probably take some demonic influence to happen again. And by influence I really just mean presence.]

However, speaking of art, I DID want to come here to let you know about a charity event happening October 14th, hosted by a friend of mine. It will be located at [a place in Manhattan that I'm not naming because I did indeed fall down that rabbit hole of trying to look for a real place and in an effort to get this post out this decade, we're handwaving the location.]

It's a small art event to benefit programs supporting art education for children in need.

For $35 per person, supplies and refreshments will be included and lessons provided, should you like to follow lessons (though that is entirely optional). Normally this sort of thing, this "Paint and Sip" is done with wine, but she would like it to be family friendly, and so refreshments will include only non-alcoholic beverages. Children are welcome, though an adult is required for anyone 16 and under.

All proceeds will go towards the charities and funding future such events. There will also be a small art auction.

I believe that is all. If anyone is interested, I heartily suggest you look into the link I've provided below [Pretend I have provided a link, please.] And if you have any questions, I'll be happy to forward them along to her for answers.

It should be very fun and I do hope some of you can make it! [He grins at the camera, nose wrinkling with delight, and then turns it off to post.]

[ooc: now obviously this is just a thing that is happening and is not like an event. So idk if there will be conflicts with an actual event next month. But characters don't know these things (I don't either, tbh) so. yes. I'll try to make a top level mid next month for this, assuming nothing ingame prevents it from happening.]

chenqing_player

[Wei Wuxian has dbated about sending a message ever since waking up from the dream he just had. He knows it is a memory. He can tel the difference between those and normal one by now. But this time..he wakes up feeling more frightened then he has in a long time.]

Has anyone else had a memory that showed themselves dying? Because I'm pretty sure I just did.

I've seen death in my memories before. A lot of of it actually. But never..my own.

I was just wondering if anyone else has had to deal with that kind of a memory.

[He is greatly unnerved by it. Which is why he isn't showing his face or using video like he normally would.]

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darkforcerising

Now that we finally have some privacy, I can ask the really important questions:

What is the difference between a cupcake and a muffin?

mementomemoria

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And in the end it's only round and round, and round
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"Listen, son," said the man with the gun
"There's room for you inside"
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smilingarmor

[Emberto can be seen kicking back on a couch in what's presumably his residence, a cup of tea on an end table beside him.]

You know, now that things have settled down a bit, and it seems that our ability to travel to the other world is here to stay, there's something that I've been wondering about that other world for awhile now. Something that shouldn't be, but that undeniably is.

Namely, the fact every word we've encountered in this other universe, both spoken and written, has been in modern English. In fact, for those of us who were drawn to that temple in the hills, that word puzzle we had to solve wouldn't have worked in any other language. Now I don't know about any of you, darlings, but as someone who's done a bit of traveling the old fashioned way, I can tell you that the odds of an entire other universe just happening to come up with a language that's identical to modern English in every way by pure coincidence are too ridiculous to seriously think about.

So the question is... how exactly did this happen? I'd very much like to know if anyone else who's noticed it has any theories, because I'm afraid this particular mystery has gotten me stumped.

smilingarmor

[Is that a new username you see on the network? By golly it is!]

Well, this is quite an interesting situation we've found ourselves in, isn't it?

I'm still not certain quite what to make of this whole business, but I thought I should introduce myself. My name is Emberto Alegre, and as I recently discovered, I'm now one of the 'Different'. Or perhaps I always was; the 'Martin' fellow who spoke to me about it wasn't exactly clear on that point

...On a side note, 'Different' is a very dull sounding name for a group connected by such fantastical circumstances, don't you think? One would think that a group whose job it is to deal with such things would be able to come up with something better than that. But then I suppose government agencies aren't exactly known for their creativity.

In any case, I look forward to getting to know you all. Beyond that, I suppose we'll just have to see where this unusual ride takes us.

scotch_egg

If anyone has powers [he says this very carefully with no particular intonation] I want to see them in person. Use them near me. On me. I don't care.

Also I've got this for recording. [he waves a digital recorder that looks fairly high quality for Walmart] If someone could help me figure it out it would be great.

If we want to get to the bottom of this we need as much evidence as we can. As many records. Details. So on.

If we're serious about finding out what's happening, let's get organized.

bearshermark

Okay but what if beach party

edit: like at sundown, bonfire style
edit 2: rockaway beach
edit 3: may 31st? weather permitting

serpentinthegarden

[ Anthony looked frazzled as he cast a careful glance over his shoulder before slipping back under what appeared to be a blanket fort so he could stare at his phone. ]

Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!

[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]

Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...

[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]

What is this?

[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]

Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!

[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]

Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!

[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]

Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.

[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]

Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.

hardtoignore

So. Anyone else get "pranked" by a history buff friend of theirs? That's how one of my guardians described it when I showed him.

chenqing_player

[Currently sitting in a tiny room with lots of posters of famous performing groups along the wall. There is an obvious loud bass sound that is making the walls practically shake but not loud enough that he can’t talk. Wei Wuxian turns on the video looking a little less then his normal smiling self. He is clearly wearing makeup and glitter is along his cheeks. Dressed perhaps a bit more sparkly then the last time he met most of the people he is talking to.]

I think I've come off a little strong to some people lately..so I wanted to apologize. I've only had one memory so far so I can't really begin to understand a lot. I didn't realize how much of a stress it was or that you could get powers so..

[A knock comes at the door and a voice can be heard, "Xian, you're on in ten!"]

Got it!

[He turns back to the screen with a sheepish look on his face.]

Anyway..if I ever seem too pushy..I guess I just get a little excited sometimes. I've never had a family so to have this group that shares something with me..it kind of felt like I did for the first time. And so I really want to look out for everyone. Even if I haven't really accepted this 'gift' or whatever it is that has been given...if anyone ever needs to talk or just wants a distraction from their memories, you can totally give me a ring.

[He reaches up and rubs the side of his nose with a finger, unsure if he should even really be on the network.]

I guess that's all I want to say..It really is nice to meet all of you on here.

darkforcerising

So I’ve been working on this for a few days to get my mind off sooooo many things.

[Anakin holds up his prosthetic arm and presses what must be a small button. Strings of LED lights following what would be muscle lines light up. They are red at first. He presses a button again and the lights start to change colors, rotating through the color spectrum.]

And I have this setting-

[Another press of the button and the lights flash in a pattern.]

And one more thing.

[He presses a different button and then he moves his arm. Every time he moves the arm or hand, the prosthetic makes robot noises.]

I’m ready for my next rave.

bearshermark

[It's an unusually frazzled Elliott that greets the feed. Maybe extra unusual as his normal medium of choice is text]

S-so uh! Something happened.

[There's some unpleasant rattling around noises and weird close-ups as he sets the phone down, rambling as he does so] And I need everyone to see so I'm sure it's not just a hallucination or something? I just had a memory while I was dozing off during my commute home and I just thought I'd try it you know, because it'd be cool, but then-

[Elliott retreats to a distance that he thinks is good for a video and holds up a hand, thumb and middle finger pressed together. He breathes, then follows the motion through with a snap. A flame bursts to life on the tip of his forefinger, hovering like a fireball in miniature. It follows the motion of his hand as it shakes.

Anyone not focused on the flame might see that he looks dangerously close to tears]

I uh- I think.. I think magic might actually be real? Maybe? If this is actually happening?

traceofeffort

[The Lisa on the screen tonight is significantly brighter than she's been in what may feel like weeks to anyone that's seen her relatively recently; it's like she's had a new breath of life, excited, energy bubbling just below the surface, words coming fast like she can barely keep herself from just blurting everything out. That new breath of life also extends to what she's wearing: what can only be described as a Gothic outfit with a red ribbon, lace everywhere, a crazy flower headpiece... it's almost beyond description, but she looks over the moon, standing in the middle of her room like she's about to go on stage.]

Guys. Guys, this is amazing. Okay, so first, business - nobody ever got in my room. I got the cameras up before - thanks, Anakin, I owe you, seriously - and they caught when this showed up. There was literally nothing. Not a shiver of movement, no hitch in the camera, nothing missing. Just... empty space one moment, and then this neatly folded on my bed the next. So I guess I freaked out over nothing before. Uh... sorry. I know I worried a lot of people. But hey, now we know, right?

Anyway! So this is a band costume. [She spins on the spot, slowly; the largely transparent ribbon low on her back was hard to see from the front, but draws attention now that she's in motion and at an angle.] Whatever I said about the music I'm getting memories of, I'm just gonna call it Goth now, because there's no other way to describe this thing. It matches the ones my bandmates wore, just with different ribbons. [She gently fingers one end of the ribbon over her chest, smiling fondly.] I'm pretty sure I was the red one. I'll have to see if I can find a penlight. But somehow it was already fit for me, almost? I barely had to have anything done to it to slip into it. [A few experimental motions of her arms: in front of her, over her head, briefly reaching out of frame and coming back with her acoustic guitar.] So she can't have been that much younger than me when she wore this last. And that gives me some hope. Maybe I'm not too old or too much of a screw up for this either. And maybe I can do this. Whether I feel like it or not... this costume is proof that somewhere, somewhen, Lisa Imai can make it. It might be as the bassist for a high school band; it might be as a solo country act. It might be something I don't understand yet.

But that's okay. I'll figure it out. I understand some of why I was hesitating; the other me's seen some things. I need to grow some more, but it'll be all right. I'll be all right. [Lisa giggles softly.] And I'll try not to get too smug about being a functional human being instead of a ball of stress.

Oh, and before I forget, I've seen the actual sheet music for LOUDER now, so I should be ready there soon, one way or another. Sorry it's taken me a while to get myself in gear there, but I think... maybe I needed to have this realization first. So that's coming! I'd say to look forward to it to the people I've been keeping in the loop while I work on it, but if I keep saying that everyone will expect the second coming of Santana or something, and new confidence or not I'm just not that good. So. Soon!

That's all, for real this time. Thanks for listening to me ramble. [She waves at the camera with a gentle smile before the feed cuts out.]

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