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[ Barry knows fully well that this question should be asked over video or over voice, but with how things can be and how he knows might react to some answers, it's probably safer to just stay with text for now. ]

Does anyone believe that there's people you're just supposed to meet? I don't know if I'd call it fate, but I mean the idea that there are just some people you're supposed to know no matter what. That the universe or universes figure out a way to make everything line up even if it really shouldn't. Or it makes no sense for it to happen and yet it does anyway.

I know asking this is weird considering what happened earlier this month but...I went home and when I got back I started thinking about it. That maybe here you meet people you're supposed to and maybe at home you do and if you're lucky they somehow intersect. It's cheesy, but...sometimes you just have to wonder if certain things are supposed to be fixed in your life.

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Jan. 17th, 2016 12:24 am
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For those of you who don’t spend most of your evenings searching for yourself online (there’s no shame in it) I’m about to gift you with something you’ll totally thank me for later:

imPorn.org

NSFW and R rated, ladies and gents, but it might just be the greatest website ever created. Check it out. A lot of natives have taken a lot of time to make something like this, the least you could do is show them your support.

You’re welcome.


[Any daring to check out the site will find a growing number of porn images, all photoshopped with various imPort faces, some poorly edited, some rather impressively done, but all entirely fake.]

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Nov. 16th, 2015 04:55 pm
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[ Ramir shows up in an obviously planned shot, dead center in a dark room, chin propped up on her hand as she leans on a table. ]

Man, November sucks. Last month we had Halloween, next month we got Christmas, what do we have this month? Just, like… turkeys. The American turkey holiday. Great, I know I can’t fucking wait.

But hang on, don’t despair, I’m here with good news! Coming soon to a Heropa downtown near you: Krakatoa!

[ Cue: lights! They snap on pretty much all at once, and the scene transforms. Suddenly it’s all oranges and reds, tropical and bright and flashy, and clearly the inside of a (currently empty) club. She gestures grandly around her, grinning. ]

What the hell is Krakatoa, you ask? Besides that big volcano that killed a bunch of people like a million years ago? Just the hottest imPort-owned and operated clubstaurant this dimension has ever seen! Show up during the day for some really fucking tasty food — I borrowed the Iceberg’s very best chef, where he wasn’t getting anywhere near the appreciation he should be, and his meals are practically as killer as the eruption was. But then! Hang around into the evening to see the whole thing transform into a dance floor! Still hungry? Don’t worry! I got him chained up in the kitchen to keep churning out the food, there’s insanely tasty appetizers popping out all night.

Also, even better news, I’m still hiring! Looking for snappy dressers who don’t suck — cooks, servers, bar tenders, dancers, whatever. Just get your good-looking butt down here before we open next Friday!

[ There’s a PDF flyer attached with the address and hours, in the same stylish red/orange tropical theme. ]

Oh, yeah, and— imPorts get half off on everything on opening night, then 20% off for the rest of our collective lives, so basically no one here has any excuse not to stop by.

[ private, individually to Jo, Dave, Maine, and Jonathan (Joestar): ]

I mentioned this was happening next week, right? [ didn’t. she definitely didn’t. (but hey at least Jojo is probably mostly on the same page, one out of four isn’t bad) ] Hope your Friday schedule is clear!

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Nov. 10th, 2015 08:49 pm
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[Sabriel's sending this video from inside of a Nonah mall- she turns the camera to show the holiday decorations that are already going up.]

All this for a holiday that isn't for another month. [She's more bemused than annoyed, though. Some of the decorations even remind her of the midwinter decorations in Ancelstierre- the evergreen boughs and snowflakes in particular. She turns the camera back to show her face.]

Can anyone tell me more about Christmas and Thanksgiving, though? Are there any particular rituals or traditions imPorts might be expected to observe? [Given the assortment of people here celebrate.]

Also! A conversation with one of my fellow magic users reminded me of something. [Yes, she's talking about you, Narcissa. She's thought about your words, and decided that publicly offering to teach anyone magic is a wonderful way to say 'screw you'.] Many people here didn't have the opportunity to study magic before their arrival here. I'd like to help amend that. [And while Sabriel might have mentioned Narcissa to mock her, her next words are completely earnest.]

Charter magic is a form of magic from my world- one I've studied since I was a child. It's something that anyone living can learn, though it requires a baptism to begin with, along with time and dedication to master. But I've been able to teach imPorts here how to use the Charter both to heal and defend themselves, and I hope to continue to do so, even as some of my students have returned to their own worlds. Although if anyone would like a demonstration, or to sit in on a lesson, I'd be happy to offer that.

[ooc: So yes, Sabriel can teach imPorts magic if they have at least one open power slot and submit a power update request! here are more details.]
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[The feed begins with a catch of a door handle. A broken chain hangs haphazardly to the side, its links pried apart with some force. A few pieces still litter the floor, the metal holding them together looking as if they've been sliced right through. On the recording, there's a flash of a wood floor as the angle sways. This way, that way. Leaving blurry images to shift across the screen.]

[But for anyone who's ever been to the 'Falls, the click-clack of clipped heels and the heavy walk should be obvious. Almost as much as the audible grin that follows. A voice sounds outside of the recording - sultry, a-purr:]


Now that's surprising.

[The phone hits the surface of the bar with a plastic-thud. Spinning 'round once in a slow, drawling motion. And as if on cue, the lights go on - the eerie stillness breaks. As red pulses and toxic-neon bulbs struggle to find themselves again. A bottle springs into view; knocked beside the recording as it continues its steady stream of the ceiling above. A thumb chases the cap at the top, forcing it to spin through the notches.] It's been a while.

[Finally, the owner comes into view. Greed splays his arms across the surface of the bar, one hand propped up by the crook of his elbow. He presses his index into the spinning bottle cap, stopping it just before gravity takes it for a plunge.] Missed a few things since last time, but it doesn't look like this place changes very much. [His smile widens - grinding up one side of his jaw and it's just teeth. A deadly set of daggers that slice into a tightly-knit row. The Sin's shoulders rise and the fur at his neck follows. Fanning out in a wild display as it finds the thick of his throat.] The Devil's Nest is open for business. 10% off for tonight - call it a one-time deal.

[A pause. Greed's eyebrows dip together and his thumb snaps. Releasing the choke-hold on the cap to finally let it fall flat-first onto the top of the bar.] Ah, right. That's a little rude, isn't it?

[Colors spin in his sunglasses; from the muted notes of the bar lights above as they crackle and blink. From the looks of it, it's been a while since they've been on. A month, longer. He isn't even sure.]

[Not that it really matters.]

[Instead, he swipes his fingers forward. Scissoring his index and middle to skirt across his collarbone. The bow he gives is a mockery; a lazy dip as his back slumps.]
The name's Greed - it's a pleasure.
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[ The video opens on Anavha sitting in his room. His dark hair is pulled to the side and tied off with a white ribbon. He looks almost prim and proper, except for the shagginess that's started to cover his face. He scratches at his cheek, just under the beard and frowns. ]

I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything...

Ah. [ He frowns. ] Someone told me today is a holiday called Thanksgiving? It's not one we celebrate at home, but I wish any who do celebrate it a Happy Thanksgiving. I still don't quite understand this holiday... [ He adds softly.

He shifts awkwardly, not looking properly at the camera. ]
That isn't what I wanted to ask, though...

Someone offered to help me with... this. [ He gestures to the gruff on his face. ] It's very uncomfortable. [ He's never let it go so long.... ] But neither of us know where we would find a blade for shaving. I was hoping someone here might be able to help?

[ There's a slight moment of hesitation before finally. ] And make-up. I would like make-up if there is any to be found. [ He sees it on women here usually. He assumes there's some somewhere. ] Kohl for my eyes and gold powder, specifically.

[ He gives a quick, and sharp bow now. ] Thank you, everyone.

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