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[glowsferatu]

[ here stands kanaya in the porter room. she looks about as human as she gets, hornless with brown skin, wearing just a black t-shirt with her virgo emblem on it and a red skirt down to her ankles. a bit underdressed compared to what would be more typical for her. curiously enough, though her face could give any beet a fair competition in a redness contest, she is not glowing even in the slightest.

she thought it would be important to announce her return as soon as possible. she wasn't ready. ]

So I... Well. [ she lets out a long exhale. ] I just... I thought it would be prudent to say...

[ she trails off, screwing up her lips and runs a hand down her face. it comes to rest on her lips, and just sits there a moment, through long pensive breaths. ...and then it moves to her neck, rubbing along its middle as her brows furrow.

she shakes her head. the feed cuts.

twenty minutes later she tries again. this time she's sitting on a bench in the park. the sky is overcast and she does not appear to be happy about that. she would have gone home, but found that she was unable to locate the thread to bring her there, or, for that matter, any thread at all. the walk did her some good, she seems to be much better collected now, at least. ]

I need to apologize. To everyone, really. Over this past month I've been...difficult to deal with. Which is an understatement, really, and even that timeframe is too narrow to be accurate. It's simply when the behavior has been at its most prevalent.

The problem is that I had allowed myself to accept certain attitudes about myself that were, well, aside from being inaccurate, were also entirely unproductive, and I believe it only served to toxify my interactions with others.

None of this is said in an attempt to excuse myself, of course. It is said more in hopes that in acknowledging it, and doing so publicly, I can put forth the effort to improve on these issues. You all deserve that, and...I suppose it may be possible that I do as well.

Any forgiveness may be offered at your own discretion. If you would prefer to eschew any kind of socialization where I am also involved, I will not spare you my understanding. Just please know that I am sorry all the same.

four bites

[seeksherownsalvation]

[ It's in the early hours of the morning when this post shows up on the network--as the dim light on the video feed attests. In fact, it's shortly before dawn. The redheaded teenage girl glaring bitterly down into the communicator looks like she's wide awake and angry as ever, though. ]

Man, you got any idea how tough this is? It's such a pain!

[ She waves the device, and the image on the screen blurs wildly. The picture jumps along a deserted side street, briefly settles on an ATM in the side of a small bank, and then returns to her face. ]

Trying to bust open this thing with no weapon and no super-strength...

[ Actually, she looks almost like she might cry. ]

It's stupid! It sucks!

[ THUNK. ]

Ow! Even kicking it does no good! But look, I gotta do something. It's not as if the 'Porter's stupid allowance is enough. The best snacks are all from Japan and those cost extra here. So, someone gotta lend me...huh, how about a pipe? A big metal pipe.

That'd do it.

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[batteroflife]

[ Hello everyone! You thought it was going to be a quiet day now didn't you? Well, you thought wrong! One Roxy Lalonde has turned on a communicator during some serious baking talk! Or well, really exciting baking talk from her bestest friend, Jane Crocker. Jane is super excited to share the experience with her BFF5EVERZ. ]

Now then, I've the recipe right here. This pie business is a lot of work, but If we divvy up the tasks, we're sure to come out on top! [ Jane gives her a big, toothy grin. ] So, my dear friend, do want to be in charge of the crust or the filling?

The filling, of course! I got a top secret ingredient in mind for that too.

[ Roxy then gives a wink to the audience. It's show time! ]

Welcome to The Cake and Bake Show of Janey and Ro-lal guys. So listen up! I'll reveal the little secret for everybody right away because who likes waiting. [ ps: it's a bottle of wine... ] Now let's just pour that in the bowl.

[ This causes Jane to go pale immediately, her eyes wide. She can't.... She can't tell if Roxy's being serious or not. ]

No! Roxy, there's no gosh darn way you're pouring that in there! It'll ruin the whole thing!

Oh, Jane. Don't be such a tight ass. It's good to experiment.

[ Oh but, she's serious, and she tips the bottle as Jane waves the spoon she had in her hand. ]

No, no no. Experimenting is the very last thing you want to do with baking! Things need to be precise. [ Nope, Roxy's pouring. ] Roxy, NO!

[ Jane flings the spoon in protest in Roxy's general direction. It slips out of her hand, barely misses Roxy... and embeds itself into the wall. Roxy looks at the spoon... and back at Jane. ]

What the FUCK?

[ The feed cuts off quickly after. so much for that baking show.

... and few minutes later text pops up: ]

we are experiencing tehcnical difficulities please stand by
this is rolal btw reporting on janeys phone so nvm mind the color and all
guess we foudn out one of her powers :3
and yes im stlil alive <3

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[datglass]

[ The video displays the familiar view -- relatively, that is -- of the River Clyde, because guess who's back in Scotland? This guy! He's leaning on the guardrail casually, holding the communicator above himself at a Myspace angle. The sky behind him is rather thick and grey, threatening rain. ]

Howzitgaun!

I know, I know, ya yanks are all preoccupied with your special holiday. Me, I'm thankful I got out o' the country in enough time. No offense, but all that daft rabble is just the ticket to send me off on me weary way once and for all, it's madness.

[ It starts to rain -- very slightly -- and he frowns, looking up at the sky and deciding to walk as he talks. He's not going to hang around outside in the rain like a moron. ]

I can always pop back in a -- [ Don't say "flash." ] jiffy then, o' course. When I'm needed. I'm nae the type to neglect me work even if I've got to commute to it, but sometimes a man needs a change. Aye? So don't come looking for me, is what I'm saying -- need me, just give me a shout and I'll come find ya. Me prices are mad competitive. A steal, almost.

[ For drugs? Mercing? Killing? He doesn't specify but if you know what he does you can assume he means all of the above. He shrugs, walking a little quicker. ]

Just checking in, anyway. Don't all stuff yourselves stupid now, awright?

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[onmyneck]

Winter is here.

I've always tried to be realistic. Realism, however, is hard to measure when you're thrown into an alternate universe controlled by a robot overlord and given super powers.

Remaining realistic is also difficult when the lives of you and people you know are on the line on a regular basis. Particularly when dying just means a few days off from breathing. And, if that wasn't enough, I'm still expected to attend high school.

Should I even attempt to go to college? There's not much point, considering I could disappear any day now. I might miss Honey Boo Boo. Shakespeare couldn't write a greater tragedy.

It's probably too early, but I feel there's at least one thing I can give thanks for: I don't have to suffer through another Morgendorffer Thanksgiving. One less day of watching my father have multiple nervous breakdowns because the turkey reminds him of military school. One less day of having my mother leave the table in order to sue a hospital. One less day of having Quinn tell me that turkey causes "fatty eyelids", and complaining about how tacky the pilgrims dressed.

I think apathy will be the new realism. It suits me better.