Attention, everyone!

Let me clarify a few things about our new citizen Spider-man, who seems to be confused about his own identity.

A) He:

X - Isn’t made of spiders
X - Doesn’t lay eggs
X - Doesn’t try to eat his partner’s head after sex
X - Doesn’t suck dry his prey

Conclusion: Not a spider

B) But he:

✔ Is coloured in red, blue and black
✔ Squeaks
✔ Can fly (kinda)

Conclusion: Parrot




So from now on, remember to address Mr. Parrot-man accurately.

Thank you!

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Who: Everyone!
What: Christmas Ball
Where: Mercy found a decent sized ballroom to hold it in Genessia.
When: 8pm onwards on December 22nd

The night was finally here. Angela spent a lot of time trying to find a decently sized ballroom that would fit those interested in coming, yet allow them to just sit down and hang out if they wanted. Dates are encouraged, but not required, so anyone interested in coming have the opportunity to come by themselves if they wanted to.

There's a variety of food choices to choose from. She had thought about trying to make food for it, but in the end she figured it would be easier to ask someone to cater to for it, so there will be a few choices for dinner for those interested. Each guest has one free plate and has the option to choose between a filet mignon, grilled chicken breast, or lobster. As far as sides, you can either choose between a salad, baked potato, or soup. For those interested in drinking, Gale has generously offered some alcohol for the event, but only those who are 18 and older may drink. Otherwise there are other drinks available such as juice, punch, water, milk, sodas, or coffee. There is also hot chocolate available along with apple cider and eggnog to go along with the the holidays. And of course you can't forget the sweets, and thankfully Fai has offered to supply plenty of that.

Overall, Angela -- along with Sertoria and those interested in helping out -- can be seen here and there as she tries to make sure everything is running smoothly.  Feel free to stop her at any time or come poke her when she's not running around with like a crazy woman. She'd love to talk to everyone.

[Feel free to make your own threads!]

[The video opens up to Grell, wearing black earmuffs, a black knit scarf about her neck that's tucked neatly into her red wool coat. She's outside the guardian station of Everglade.]

I've finally managed to get everything settled and...I'm back! [She smiles, knowing that she probably wasn't missed while she was quiet.] Due to the frigid weather, temporary shelters have been arranged in each city with the help of The Red House Foundation. Between my duties here in Everglade, managing that, running my shop, and roasting pumpkin seeds, I haven't had much time to be on the network these past few weeks.

I'd like to also mention that Guardian Andor and myself have established self-defense and first aid classes for the residents of Attleton and Everglade. With this project, our goal is to prepare our residents for any future events in which they would need to effectively defend or treat themselves until help arrives.

Perhaps when things seem...normal, for lack of a better word, there will be a fixed schedule.

[A gust of wind blows through, tussling her bangs and making her shiver once. Ugh, windchill...]

Last, I'll be running for City Guardian for another term, because I believe there is still much that can be done here.

[She ends the feed there, because it's cold.]

[This was unexpected, to be dragged away from the place she knew, away from her family and particularly from the whole... fact that things were probably not great if she had to guess from what little she could have gleaned from the situation there.

But she could roll with the punches, at least, so the information was quickly stowed away and the device being fiddled with to make sure that she knew what the heck it was useful for. Which is why she seems to appear calm at the very least, sitting on a bench in Genessia somewhere.]

Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush here. I have somewhere to be, I have things I need to do so if anyone has any idea on how to get out of here, I'd appreciate it.

[A brief moment of pause, though that's the sound of a nail tapping on wood.]

Pretty sure I'm not okay with the whole being kidnapped thing. Any further information beyond what was available from that cave and hologram would also be appreciated, at the very least.

Who: 47 and OPEN
What: Before, during, and after some independent training in Fayren
Where: Fayren
When: December 2, Afternoon
Warnings: Knocking out criminals with apples, cute animals in mortal danger, will add more if they come up

( Crowded Street Corner )

( Constant Vigilance! )

( Squirrels. Are Better. Than People. )

[This is how Ted spends his evenings in boot camp: farting around on the phone. This time it's seasonal.]

Last year around this yuletide time, many were in the dark as to who Santa Claus, that mysterious, nigh-omnipresent gift giver, really was. Allow me to illuminate.

A little under 1700 years ago, the true faith wasn't as organized as it ought to have been. Emperor Constantine set to fix that, summoning bishops to his First Ecunemical Council to see what was and was not orthodox.

Saint Nicholas, from whom the name "Santa Claus" comes, was one such, having under his belt a variety of saintly good deeds. Raising the dead, baptizing his own jailer, rescuing slaves from captivity, and yes, the anonymous gift-giving he's so well known for. It started out as leaving bits of gold in shoes for unmarried daughters; you needed a good dowry for that in those times.

But back to the council. The primary controversy centered around whether the Son of God was equivalent to God Himself. The answer is "yes", by the way, but they hadn't reached such an accord just then. A fierce debate raged, with St. Nick on the side of the affirmative, while the ones impugning Christ's divinity were headed up by the heresiarch Arius.

Most of us, at one time or another, have had the misfortune of weathering nonsense about a subject we like. Given that the subject was God and that, being a bishop, Saint Nicholas loved Him very much, it grew to be profoundly intolerable.

[There's a dramatic pause as Ted's voice turns to a more excited pitch.]

So he smote that heretic with his fist! Knocked him down flatter than a pine tree, hahaha!

[You can hear the rustling of leaves as Ted sat back down, recovering from his own enthusiasm.]

As you might expect, that's not very seemly behavior for a bishop, so they put him in jail. No jail could hold him for long, of course; Christ himself had a hand in his release. If that's not vindication, I don't know what is. Once the dust settled, the council saw the light and accepted the truth. A happy ending if ever there was one. Unless you're an Arian, of course. You'd better not be!

St. Nicholas, in addition to his holiday rounds, continues to be the patron saint of children and those who brave the dangers of the sea; thank God for him.

So, if you find any heretics who aggressively won't give Christ His due, be sure to "deck their halls". It's what Santa would want.

[Was that the moral of the story, Ted?]

Oh, and uh, be of good cheer, of course. It's very early, but merry Christmas!

[Well if it isn't the strange normal-looking girl with the not-normal wolf ears on her head. These were some fun few weeks, but sitting around in a makeshift den and pranking humans kind of lost its luster. She had been at the more Velikan way of life for far too long to default back to her reclusive Elin ways.

And that is precisely why she appears on the network today.]

'Mornin, everyone! Is anyone in need of a healer or something? Anything of the sort? I got bored distracting humans with my tin whistle and I want something else to do that's more beneficial to society.

(VIDEO)

[The video initializes to show a serious expression, strong but delicate features, white-blond hair, and long pointed ears. Only his right eye is visible, a glowing green orb shining with carefully controlled anger, the other hidden behind an eyepatch of simple leather, a long thin scar can be seen both above and below the patch. If anything, it only adds to his expression of irritation. Though still annoyed, he seems satisfied the device he's holding turned on, at least. He pulls the device back, and though not much of his attire can be seen, what is visible is hardened leather of reds and golds.]

Hear me. [His voice is even, slightly accented, and authoritarian without being domineering.] I am Lor'themar Theron, Regent Lord of Quel'Thalas. That probably means nothing to most of you. If it by chance does, I insist you respond quickly. If it does not, your information would be welcome, unless the meager offerings of Weiss' recording are all the knowledge you've gathered on this place, in which case, I believe we're all doomed.


(ACTION - BAY TO THE TEMPORARY HOUSING)

After disabling the device, the broad-shouldered, serious-faced elf with exceptionally long ears and one glowing green eye took up the map he was given and followed began to trace his brightly recommended route to his (hopefully very) temporary housing. He's familiar enough with goblin mechanics to follow what the cars are, though these are far less noisy and seem far less likely to explode at any moment, to say nothing for the improvement of the smell.

The entire city seemed built by some rather industrious people, but certainly not goblins. It was far too symetrical, and far less likely to topple in a strong breeze. He found the temporary housing easily enough, and found himself wondering with whom he'd be sharing quarters for the time-being, giving the grounds a curious exploration before finding his provided room. He'd been kidnapped before, left to rot in an amani dungeon. This...was almost pleasant. That couldn't bode well.

(OOC: Feel free to run into Lor'themar anywhere along his route including at the temp housing! Also, if you prefer brackets, I'm down with that!)

Who: Koishi and YOU
Where: Anywhere, really.
When: Early November
What: Koishi is going around in her kamui now that it's been fixed and not insane anymore
Warnings: Possible references to the kamui event 6 months or so back where things got extremely violent and some people got eaten.

It wasn't usual for Koishi to be patrolling around. Almost always in the uniform that Satsuki had given her several years ago. She would visit each city (including Nova) occasionally stopping petty crimes and reporting anything usual back to Satsuki, using her unseen nature to her advantage.

Today was a little bit different though. Instead of the usual white and black uniform, Koishi was wearing something distinctly different. A little rough and beat up, it looked almost like a dress uniform someone from the airforce would wear. Almost. It was mostly white and black with heavy blue accents and some not-so-heavy green ones. Tucked under the collar and around her neck was a decorative scarf with a pair of eyes. Only one was open, the blind surface occasionally shifting toward sounds in the environment.

This was undoubtedly the kamui that had caused so much trouble a few months ago now being worn and apparently completely docile. Though, from time to time, Koishi could be seen placing her hand on the scarf or touching the decorative metal clips that served as the kamui's activator on the left forearm.

Other than that it is business as usual. Be prepared to get cheerfully greeted or pulled into an enthusiastic conversation.

[Krista wearing an outfit fitting for a workout appeared to be standing in a well open room, her Pokemon; Rockruff, Butterfree and Cherrim were around her. She was at least aware that the device was on and there was a reason for that as she walked on over to her music player and pressed play.

As the music started to play she glances at her Pokemon.]

Okay guys, into positions. Let's take it from the top. [Once the rhythm really went Krista started to move toward the music, her movements spot on as her Pokemon seemed to also be doing their own movements or a dance some might think as the music carried on Krista danced with her Pokemon in perfect rhythm until finally the song ended and she clapped her hands.]

Well done guys, you all did great. It may have taken a while, but I think we got it.

[She soon went over to grab her bottle of water, taking a sip before passing it to her pokemon and going to pick up the device instead.]

I have a question and less exciting news. Question is pretty much is anyone aware of what a secret Santa is? I ask because I wanted to know who would want to do something like that because it's always fun to buy hilarious presents for people you don't know, plus good way to get to know someone without them knowing.

[She walked on over and went to sit down on a nearby chair.]

On the less exciting news, my movie premiere I mentioned like two months ago will be next Friday. Not the one coming up, but the week after. So whoever wanted to come get your fancy clothes on and get ready for that and the after party.

[The young looking blonde paused for a moment before she moves to sit back slightly. She knows there is something she needs to ask, but she feels dumb and hates to ask. Shaking her head she soon takes a small breath.]

Okay, admittedly I do have another question... I've been living on my own for like months now but I've lived off nothing but microwaved food and restaurants, which I know. Nooooot good for me and I hate myself for doing it, but how do people learn how to cook and fend for themselves food wise because I know very little to nothing. [A pause.] Mom didn't think to give me cooking lessons.

[She could hear her pokemon so she glanced over, a small smile on her lips.]

Just a moment. [Looking back.] I best go, they want to go another round of dancing. [With a smile and a wink she switches off.]

( pre-video closed action )

VIDEO;
[ She said she can be, not that she was going to be. Before he can object Weiss starts the recording, a slightly teasing look in her eyes like he can’t argue anymore since she pressed record, but her gaze turns to the recording. ]

Sun and I have an announcement to make to everyone.

[ And so goes the pause for dramatic effect. She takes a deep breath so she doesn’t just blurt it out before he gets a word in edge-wise, though it’s obvious she’s bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits for Sun to speak, giddiness apparent throughout her demeanor. ]

I asked Weiss a very important question and her answer to it made me so happy and her so excited that we just have to share the news.

[Sun turns his attention over to her.]

So tell me again, what was your answer to the question I asked?

I mean, technically I just put the ring on and let you give me those cute dumb-founded double-takes you do. [ What? A little teasing never hurt. (And she really does love how surprised he looked.) ] Then I said yes.

I mean, you totally stole away my chance to put it on you by putting it on yourself. But I forgive you, Weiss. [As long as she accepted and is wearing the ring, he didn’t care how it got on her finger.]

So we are formally announcing that [He waits for Weiss to join him in saying these next words.]

We got engaged! We got engaged! [Like it’s not obvious by this point anyway. But saying those words just makes it feel all the more real.

The buzzing Weiss had been doing up until that point had finally broken out into the worst camera work ever intentionally posted on the network as she started jumping up and down excitedly a couple of times before holding the ring out to show the camera, then turning to kiss Sun on the cheek. ]

We haven’t started planning anything yet so a date for the wedding isn’t set at all. We are just happy with this for now, but once we start- or well, once WEISS starts planning stuff, I’m sure she will let you all know.

I’m glad you know me so well, I already told Jaune he’s going to have to help you through this. [ She says it with a pat on his arm. They know each other so well, they didn’t even have to discuss this and she already made arrangements for him to deal with her inevitable micromanagement. ] I’m ready for people to congratulate us now.

Action - Pan's Grocery
[Takeru was more than happy when he first got the job, after all, it meant that he could work and at least earn a living. He knew he could have looked for a roommate and maybe get the help that way, but he hadn't been sure if right now that would have been a good idea.

But working at the grocery store wasn't going to be that bad? All he had to do as ring up peoples purchases which were easy enough with a smile and the charm he was good at. When he didn't need to do that, he found himself cleaning up the aisles from messes such as tomato sauce having fallen and broken on the floor to something he didn't even want to think about. But he cleaned it regardless.

The thing that got to him, however, was when people had complaints. Some were actually a good thing to complain about and he worked on helping the customer if they accidentally got the wrong thing, or something had expired and they could prove they got it that day or the day before. The complains that got to him were the ones that in his mind were pretty dumb. He would smile, keeping the charm up as he talked to them.

He really both liked and disliked the job.]

Action - Moonbucks
[When Takeru wasn't at Pan's he was at Moonbucks as a part-time barista, leaning something new and really enjoying himself. He wasn't the best, but as the day went on he was slowly learning to do better each time, even though on the ever odd occasion he might get a complaint about it being too hot. Have a coffee you need? Be greeted by Takeru with a sweet smile.]

Hello and welcome to Moonbucks, may I take your order?

Video
[Takeru didn't really have much when he moved from the commons to his new place. It was cheap and something he could afford and still have some money to spare. It was fine for him. He figured he would buy more clothes and such the longer he stayed here against his will. But as he finally took his hat off after a long day, he laid down on the bed, switching the feed on.]

I have a... unusual question. I am slowly finding out that people can complain about the weirdest things like oranges being too small. Is something like odd complaints something that people find in other jobs? And are oranges too small, or are they just right? The people need to know.

[As the feed begins, one can likely tell that this particular broadcast isn't intentional by the way Qubine can barely be seen pacing back and forth in front of the device several feet away. His breaths are raspy and heavy as his feet seem to pound on the ground, an audible thud marking each step. Any who care to listen would hear him mumbling through gritted teeth.]

That thing...in Attleton...that wasn't Shayla. That couldn't have been. I saw her back home when I went to the Dream Docks. I know she's safe...for now, anyway.

[But who knows how long that will last, as long as a certain dark dragon remains at large. Qubine seethes some more as he thinks of Erebus, who had already made one attempt on Shayla's life. He has to be stopped, especially if Liora's claims are true.]

Erebus...wait 'til I get my claws on him. I don't know why he's so fixated on Liora. He's either attracted to her, or he believes that she'll be his downfall. Well, if she isn't...then I will be. I swear it... [Hiss!] I swear it...

[His pacing and raspy breaths continue until he accidentally knocks over his device with his tail as he turns around, which caught his attention. He crawls over to his device, picking it up and glaring into the video screen. How many people had heard his ramblings? Come to think of it, why does it matter? There's little point in trying to address anyone who might have heard it, so he gives a discontent snarl and a vicious growl, which seems to intensify, his rage growing to the point where he could explode. However, the feed cuts off before he reaches that point.]

(Action)

[It was confusing and unnerving to wake up in a strange cave. Even more so when she looks through the box of goodies like she went on a all-expense paid vacation.

The little wolf-eared girl stuffed the box and all its contents into a pink backpack, pulled her staff from the shallow waters, and searched a bit longer for another missing item... She growled in frustration but moved on. She can't stay here.
She made her way out of the cave and into the bright sun of a city she's never seen before. Her pair of sky blues scanned the horizon, at the people walking by, the odd lights and the most pompous pampered princess she's ever seen.

Weiss Schnee is the name this intricate play of the lights called itself. The wolf Elin listened patiently for a little while, got the bits and pieces about captive here, phone there, but then she wiped out her staff to gently prod the hologram.

Yep, definitely not real. She raised the staff higher, just enjoying the buzzing sound it makes as the projection is interfered, but not interrupted or disabled. She flips the staff around to the narrow end and carefully ppicks at the Weiss hologram's nose with the narrow end of the staff. She giggles gleefully at the childish mischief she is causing.]

(b>Video)
[It was time to give this phone thing a try. The feed kicks on after a small bit of effort to reveal a small girl with red wolf ears and wearing what seems to be a school child's dress. After a few more moments of examining, she speaks.]

Is this working? Can anyone help me find my pennywhistle? Also, is there anyone else from the federation here?