[Honest, swear! This was just supposed to be a private send. Really! No lying! He'd not even put in a ton of effort into making himself camera worthy today!

Which isn't saying much, the siren is usually more than just passably pretty whether or not he decides to dress up today. As it is today's outfit is literally just pajama pants. No hat, no vest or coat. Nothing but blue striped pajama pants, and the sound of water flowing in the back seems to suggest he's either got a tub running or this is somewhere outside.

Which, considering Kani, either could be true.]

Hey Chief! I know ya still got that scale I gave ya. I don't see ya hang out when I'm on stage though, that ain't no fair! I gave that thing to ya fer you to use.

Ya better respond ta this too, I ain't puttin' on real clothes ta find ya right now.

[He's too busy being lazy.]

Promise, it won't mess ya up chief.

[That's the grand extent of the warning as he clears his throat, and sweeps in to a song.

It's... different than the others.

No sir, no mere suggestion, not an idle tugging at ones thoughts. The song, for those lacking in the appropriate defenses, would drag their listener into them.

The emotions would be powerful, overwhelming and seem entirely organic. The feelings of love lost, of longing, of missed opportunities. The sensation of a chance that was fumbled and lost, never to be regained, an echoing hollowness that would never, ever be filled.

Feelings of intense love, of sweetest rapture and a near dreamlike sensation of delight all intermingled with that sadness, bitter sweet, tender and tragic...

Lingering powerfully after the last notes of the sing died away]

... Ya better thank me fer that, chief, I ain't used that voice in like a hunnered an' fifty years.

[[OOC: AS ALWAYS, Kani is a siren! If you want to have the music effect you, go nuts! Here is the permissions page with a short list of side effects for falling under the song spell, feel free to pick and choose]]

Who: Max and YOU
What: Max moving all around the five cities. He'll find you or vice versa.
When: 09/01/2017 - 09/07/2017
Where: All over - Add the desired location in the subject bar
Warnings: Max? Yes, Max. He deserves his own warning. IE: strong language and crass behavior.
Notes: You can do a starter or just tag with a blank comment with a location and date in the subject line and I'll craft a personal starter for us.

( What does a little shit with nothing but time on his hands do? )

[The video starts up with Arro's view from the Skyline of Nova City, the sun hanging low on the horizon. It's been some time since he's done anything public save for going to and from work and the Library, which is unusual forhim, but as always; he has been deep in thought.]

Dear friends, having just arrived from my work at the Hospital, I had come upon an interesting train of thoughts I might question of those willing to answer--

[He comes into view finally, sipping from a mug and turning his handheld so it can look at his desk and himself as he seats himself and starts writing on his papers.]

What is "humanity"? It sounds like an obvious enough question, but in my heavy observation of everyone here, I find it doubtful I can receive a consistent answer save that it is a defining characteristic that separates most of us from certain and cast-out individuals who unfortunately have to make a living the same as the rest of us.

Previous discussions on this I've had before tended to quickly devolve into a contest on who was more "humane". Yet, quantifying "humanity" is something I've not been able to do to a degree precise enough to record, and that's saying something since I tend to record... everything~

[He takes another sip from his mug and does a few calculations with his fingers before he writes something else. The camera is of course tilted in such a way that it's only clear he's writing due to the pen he's holding, but he has his usual pleased if not somewhat smug expression on.]

So I ask all the denizens here; can you define "humanity" for me?

So, after some... Conversations I've overheard I got a question for you lot. And it's okay cause like, kids need to learn stuff. So asking questions are good.

[Their tone of voice is so not serious, Chara isn't expecting anyone to give a real answer to this question. And those who do? Well they'll be people they'll want to get to know.]

So like. What is the most horrible thing you ever did and didn't feel bad about? Spare no details and hey maybe I'll tell you all my answer.

[ Fumbling. Wait, a button got pushed-- ]

[ Falling. A flash of the sky, a blurry figure, then nothing. ]

[ Well, nothing visual, anyway. ]

Shhhit.

[Video:]

[If all her other posts were far more serious in nature, this one is clearly not.]

[Rose holds up a stuffed animal unicorn.] I need a name for it. Not Uni, though I'm thinkin' it can be Attleton U's mascot if they don't already have one, yeah?


Action x2:

Investigating Vampire Deaths:

[You know how Everglade isn't safe for humans? Rose Tyler did not seem to get the memo. She's doing her best to snoop and investigate the nightclub "hate crime" and asking way too many questions of a blonde perky human where humans should not be. She also is talking up the other nightclubs and spreading word about unity and harmony between all peoples! BLECH!]

Exploring

[Even Rose can admit, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of point to trying to move out. WELL, MAYBE THERE IS. Things are more confused than ever, but maybe they'll sort out? Probably NOT by running away though, even if that's what she's good at. Still as she checks out jobs and office spaces that would be best to locate Torchwood in, she finds herself looking at apartments and the like too, almost out of habit.]

[She also gets a bit distracted playing with storefront puppies, and trying not to drool over bass guitars.]

[Might need to get one...]

Action: Kitten in the House Flower Shop- Attleton

[Not expecting to be gone so long, Aya felt not only out of sorts but very...incomplete. The Dream Docks revealed that he had been missing more than a year's worth of memories, and he wasn't okay with that. But with not knowing how to deal with his newfound memories, he did the only thing he knew, which was go to work.]

[So here he is, at his newly opened flower shop, sweeping the front of the store with a broom, lost in his thoughts about what has been revealed to him. He definitely doesn't pay much mind to the gaggles of young girls who tend to stop by to make small purchases, or just stare.]


Text:

Does anyone think our memories are being suppressed purposely?



Private Video to Sonico:

I got your messages. I'm sorry to have made you worry, Sonico. I'm fine, I promise.

[Besides the still healing gash on his neck from his bounty a couple of weeks ago. But otherwise fine!]

[The video starts as most introduction videos to. The screen shows Max's bushy black hair before it moves down to show his face. Green eyes glare at the camera for a moment. The hologram lady is going through her usual speech and clearly Max isn't interested.]

You know, if I hadn't recently been assaulted by magic, I wouldn't believe any of this crap.

[He motions to the magazine stand, which now has all of it's papers tilted to the right and shuffled around. Have fun sorting that out.]

I'm not going to some stupid kid's house either. Fuck that noise. Someone around here has to be okay with breaking child labor-

[Max is interrupted by a very loud and familiar voice to some in the city.]

MAX!

Oh god n-

[Before Max can even finish his sentence, David is picking him up and Max drops the phone. It hits the ground but both can still be seen.]

Oh, Max, it's so great to see you! Are you okay? I know it must be pretty disorienting to be here so suddenly but you're going to be alright! I'll take care of you! Don't worry, the people here are so friendly and welcoming, you'll make so many new friends you won't know what to DO with them all and --

Somebody fucking shoot me.

Max...language.

[With that, the video ends.]