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May. 8th, 2017 11:36 pm
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[The video screen opens to the Church of the Morningstar, a large, pristine building of white concrete and hard, sharp, modern edges. It's owner, both of the phone in possession and the church in name, stands in front of it wearing a long black overcoat with the collar pulled up on this unseasonably cold day.]

You have no idea how disappointing it is to finally come outside the prison of creation and be surrounded by the ensnarement of worship. And not of anything, but of me most importantly-- something that, I must profess, becomes more tiring by the day. You've all chosen to squander your chance to live by your desires only to build a prison of rules and governing around yourselves. Even here, having left those devices, you've so eagerly baited yourselves again. Let's change that, shall we?

[He waves his hand, and the church in front of him warps and collapses in on itself, a twisting of light that causes its viewers to blink only to be met with an entirely new creation-- a piano bar which reveals itself to intimate prohibition-style decor within. A sexily backlit 1923 Steinway piano ties together a room dotted with small tables perfect for a night of Jazz music and drinks. Lucifer takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, different looking perhaps than those of the same name imPorts have been familiar with in the past. In fact, he bears a striking resemblance the Thin White Duke.... or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Thin White Duke resembled him.]

'Lux'... a name I once chose impertinently to create something of my own in the entrapment of His will, seems a little unsuitable now that I've liberated myself of those titles. A new name, I think, would be more appropriate. Perhaps 'Revīvēscere'.
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This song and dance again. Never thought I'd...

[The man's voice (deeper, calmer) trails off. There's a long pause, then a raspy chuckle.]

Alrighty. In order'a business...

First, a multiple choice quiz: A, New York City. B, The City. C, The Hive. You only get to pick one, so choose wisely.

Second... hey, brat. Master Blaster? --Aurora Princess. Simba. Any'a you here? [Pause, then tentatively,] You... Alphabet soup gang? Yeah, right. How about you, Cats? Boom-Boom? Spidey-Mama?

[It could be worse, all things considered. A fresh slate meant he could keep his identity under wraps longer. And that, he'd long learned, was invaluable enough.]

[Besides, the government already had his number. Figuratively, if not literally. There's a long pause as he considers all this, then thoughtfully mumbles,] Aaah, it's not worth hiding, is it.
Iron Bot was a goner. I know that. But the chessmaster in the Porter- what'd you guys figure out about her?

Well, as for anyone else... If "Shinigami" rings a bell? Long time no chat.

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May. 3rd, 2017 12:40 pm
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Alternate Universes.

Alright, I've heard weirder. [ The filtered, mechanical voice comes from the reflective helmet -- which really just reflects the camera of his comm back for the world to see. Exciting! ]

So the important questions are as follows:
Number one. Radio Shack, or some equivalent. Or am I supposed to dig through scrapyards? It looks like most of them are out of business, so I'm looking for a supplier.
Number two. Who likes to sing, and wants a good deal on being the best damn singer out there? Let's talk.
Number three. Tell me about each of these cities. I can read reviews, but I want to know what you think about them. For...research.
Number four. What's the fandom scene like? Anyone else here involved, or is it just the normal people.

If any of you have met Persephone, or Inanna, I'm a friend of theirs. [ Woden, they hate you. ] So treat me well, alright?

[ A pause, and he looks down, supposedly at what is probably another phone. This is absolutely on purpose. ] Oh. I guess it would be a Wednesday, wouldn't it?
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[ Today, the Church of the Morningstar is looking a little different. It, and the grounds, have been decorated with thousands and thousands of pure white Easter Lilies. Some are planted, coming out of the ground, others draped in garlands and in wreathes. How did they do it? A miracle? Porter powers? An serious business event coordinator and an absurd number of day laborers? It is a mystery. There is also now a large banner reading: ]

The Wicked + The Divine Spoilers )


Mar. 5th, 2017 06:23 pm
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[ Well, Kyle's been having a time of it back home. He's come back a little wiser, a lot stronger, and with giant ears. And fangs. And unwieldy black claws. They're actually making texting kind of hard, but it's better than video or audio right now. He's not letting this freak show go on display in front of the entire network. But he does need help from them, sssoooo... ]

got a question for everyone
or maybe the ladies
whoever is ok!
Im kinda in need of a really good nail salon
like hardcore veteran manicurist

Id really appreciate any recs thx
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[ The video opens on two young men sitting side by side on a couch, set up to address the camera together. One is younger, Japanese, with dark hair and glasses; he is way, way less enthused about this than the platinum blond Russian dude waving enthusiastically at the video feed. ]

Um … well … I’m … Katsuki Yuuri. [ He trails off, mumbling more about himself, but it doesn’t quite make it to the microphone. He seems wildly uncomfortable to be doing this. The last phrase sounds something like “nice to meet you” but it’s hard to tell. ]

[ The Russian chooses that moment to sling an arm around the shoulders of his embarrassed companion and lean on him a bit, his heart-shaped smile and handsome face gorgeous enough to be in a fashion magazine. He looks into the camera with no hesitation at all. ]

Hiii! [ he proclaims brightly, his Russian accent becoming more evident as he talks. ] I’m Viktor Nikiforov, and I’m Yuuri’s figure skating coach! We just finished our biggest competition of the year, the Grand Prix Final, and we just wanted to reach out to our fans to thank them all for their support!

[ Yuuri chokes at that, his next comment coming out as a squawk. ]

-- Eh!? VIktor, this is a different dimension! We don’t have fans here!

But we can get NEW fans! [ Viktor winks at the camera before he turns his head to look at Yuuri mischievously. ]

Wh - Viktor, no! We don’t know anyone! Not in public--!

[ And then the feed goes down as Yuuri manages to knock it over before Viktor throws himself at him. ]

(( OOC: Opt-in post for mushy feelings mental effect! Basically your skater boys cause some low level good feelings/romantic impulses around them. This is 100% optional and will not be referenced unless you comment to the opt-in post or specifically react to the effect in your response. ))
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[ She doesn't show her face in this video. But the camera is facing a pomegranate resting in a well-manicured hand, so it's no big mystery who's morbid performance art the network is about to be subjected to. ]

So it's new years soon. 2017. Wow.

[ Does the fruit seem a little soft? Over ripe? ]

Made your resolution yet? Now pretend this will be your last New Years Eve. How's that resolution stand up?

[ It's obvious by now, the fruit is sagging in her hands, and a black spot of something is growing on one side. ]

No, more than that. Pretend it's someone you love's last New Years Eve. This'll be the last time they count down with the ball. Then they'll have their last bank holidays, their last birthday, last Halloween. Maybe they get another Christmas, but probably not. Maybe you should call this one the last, just to be safe.

[ As she speaks, the distending fruit splits up one rotting side, collapsing under its own weight. Remarkably blood-like juice runs down her hand and wrist. ]

How's your resolution now? Does it mean a fucking thing?

[ The flesh of the fruit itself is sloughing off now in disgusting clumps that splatter noisily on the unseen floor. ]

Death's coming. Not just for you, but for everyone you love.

[ When the whole thing is gone, she rubs her fingers together, feeling the viscous red slime the rotten fruit left behind. ]

Happy New Years. Memento-fucking-mori.
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[ It is time, once more, for the unwashed masses to be blessed by a missive from the high goddess of #Aesthetic. She is lounging on her throne of roots and bone, holly sprigs and mistletoe have been braided into her hair. It's all very seasonal. ]

We are now entertaining suitors for our step son, a strong and handsome demi-god. Would-be suitors must be male, with an effective age rang of 13-16. Must also be be steadfast in the face of darkness, death, and Hell itself. Come before the Destroyer if you would prove your worth.

No drummers.



Dec. 18th, 2016 07:56 pm
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[ Most of the imPort community will receive a notification on their devices about a new network post. An image is posted with a very minimal amount of unaccompanied text. ]

large-ish image under cut )
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This is a world where nobody can be certain what is real. Tabloid scandal and tittle-tattle surround our mad lives. Journalists take shots at clearing the superstition enveloping those who choose to wear a mask, and like most they do it for the money, selfishly exposing the names of heroes and villains alike.

[His right hand hoists up a headline, framed at the bottom with his left palm. The accompanying photograph is of a blonde propping up a bar, split with a shot of her professionally dressed in a skirt and doctor's jacket. Hair up, round glasses. A girl so neat you can take her home to meet the family.]

Party Girl Harley Quinn Goes Profesh: Can It Last?

What trenchant contempt. Such grubby hands, tearing off flesh to show the bones beneath! Masks contain a definite meaning, an intellectual formula, are expressions of human feeling for the surrounding world. They are creations of the human mind and, as such, deserve respect. No matter whether they're an identity behind which one reconstructs their self or a shield that protects loved ones.

We understand how dangerous they can be. Do they think they can hide before facing the consequences of this drivel?

[Blech! He lays down the page.]

Guess it all boils down to one question for me, anyway. One more important than Harleen Quinzel's metamorphosis.

[He refuses to call her a doctor.]

What's Batman's deal?


Dec. 17th, 2016 06:11 am
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[Behold, your resident God of trickery and similar! With one hand he's pouring about a gallon of malibu into a gallon of ice cream...and with the other hand he's dicing (or more accurately stabbing) a generous pile of mistletoe with a butter knife...

...why? It's probably best if you didn't ask.]

So, question, birthdays tend to be a thing and so I find myself dying to know how you celebrate, if you have them. Are they individual endeavors is it cultural? Food is often part of the whole birthday package, yes? Although I suppose birthday fasting is not unheard of. [Not that Loki would ever fast if the ice cream is anything to go by.] And just so I do not come off as discriminatory to those who do not have birthdays, or once did but cannot remember--because lives are angst ridden and complicated that way--if you did how would you celebrate.

[He's not asking for any particular reason, obviously, it's just that he finds the minutiae of every day life fascinating.]
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( Ah, it’s a heartwarming holiday scene, viewers. Sarissa, lounging on a couch, somehow inexplicably still with severe tank top tanlines despite a) it being winter and b) her wearing a tank top, which surely should theoretically make the tanlines less apparent. Not today, apparently. It reads “Sorry for the thing I said when I was hungry,” but perhaps “Sorry for what I’m about to say now I’m drunk” would be more fitting. She’s got a neon curly straw sticking out of a bottle of bourbon, and a cocktail umbrella tucked behind her ear, and appears to be wearing tropical board shorts. It’s just that kind of day. Or night. Whatever.

Sitting next to her is Pablo, who is wearing a striped cardigan, black shorts, and fiddling with his bangs and a straightening iron until he notices that Sarissa is recording. He frees his hair and sets the iron aside, picking up instead his own drink of choice (non-alcoholic; it's a capri-sun pouch) so he can more easily listen. )

Okay, but like. Okay, no, sorry, but if you think about any of the stuff that all of us across all our bloody worlds have gotta have in common, it’s art, yeah? Like— creativity. Art and poems and music, the expression of everything that makes us who we are given some kinda solid shape. Whether its colours or melodies or whatever form we gotta grab and twist about, it’s expressions of the world and how we understand it, right? It’s a way to know that we’re not going out of our bloody minds, because there’s thing element that we can understand and connect with, and it links us to other people. It’s why people got all fired up about the Spice Girls, a while back.

( That isn’t actually what happened, Sarissa, but sure. Go with that. ) And Pablo here, he’s an artist. Makes the world make sense with colours. Everything is colours and— and texture. It’s stories all layered up and up, kind of like people. We’re all hundreds of thousands of stories all layered together and then laid out.

What? Oh, uh...

( Pablo seems to not know what to say about that, given his silence, though if he feels put on the spot it doesn't show on his face. He starts to shake his head, but then instead opts to say: )

Right. Well you know, I don't know if it even has to exactly make sense, if like... we can still look at it and feel something, because either somehow we do understand it, on the level of like... uh... ( He gestures circularly over his head, glancing in Sarissa's direction for a moment but then upward. How to say it? ) You know, intuitively, even if we don't know why, or what anything really means. Or we don't understand but try to, or-- sometimes people don't want to. It all depends. But, uh-- yeah, it's still a little bit of everything and everyone we've ever known, too. Like stories.

( He stops talking and looks back over at Sarissa. )

Or a jigsaw puzzle. Or, uh— there’s this art, in Japan? Kint— ah, shit. Kintsuko...roi? It’s um, it’s like the to do with change and journeys and things gathering more meaning. I guess. I mean technically it’s about repairing broken stuff with gold lacquer, but it’s like an extra layer? Like a new addition to the story. Somethings not less perfect for being broken, and it doesn’t lose something. It gains it? I don’t know, make that a metaphor, if you wanna. People and art fit together. ( She grins, a bit ridiculously. ) And if they don’t, we can glue ‘em together with gold lacquer. It could get very Klimpt. Or Kahlo.

( Sarissa frowns, then, as she delicately sips her bourbon. ) Does anyone else do that? Like finding ways to express the way they understand things more tangibly? Like an enigma machine for your thoughts?
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[The feed clicks on, and the voice that follows is astoundingly cheery in comparison to the subject matter.]

So. How would you go about celebrating a birthday and a deathday at the same time, without involving cake or alcohol?

[A beat.]

Asking for a friend.


Nov. 6th, 2016 01:04 pm
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[The video opens to a shot of Inanna and Persephone only just managing to maintain their modesty in a pair of matching monogrammed silk robes- hers a soft maroon, his a dazzling violet, of course. They're lounged comfortably over a pile of pillows and each other in what looks like an exceptionally posh hotel room.

Inanna flashes a charming grin at the camera. When he speaks, it's in a low and sultry voice that's almost too smooth to even sound real. What would it be like to hear it in person instead of over the cheap speakers of an imPort phone?]

Hello there. I suppose some of you might remember me from my last visit to this world. For those of you who don't my name is Inanna, and I'm sure more of you are familiar with my dear friend, Persephone. [He tilts the camera to get a better angle on her. Uncharacteristically, there’s no challenging stare from her. In fact, she doesn’t bother to look at the camera at all. The normally taunt features of her round face are relaxed into something wistful and almost sleepy, her fingers moving lazily along his neck.]

While I'm quite eager to meet everyone I haven't yet and to catch up with those I have; we have an announcement to make first, and you're all lucky enough to be the first to hear it. We're going to be putting on a show together at the end of this month. A double feature starring The Queens of Heaven and Hell! Come to vent all your fury—stay to find peace with it.

[ She finally does glance up and into the camera then, just the briefest look of her impossibly green eyes, then she sighs and closes them. ]

A katabasis. Intimate.

[OOC: Exact concert date TBD, but powers that will be in play for it are here and here]


Nov. 5th, 2016 07:12 pm
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[ The video shows an incredibly gangly young man in a black aviator's jacket and dark clothing. Black and skulls are all the rage for this kid, and he tops off the aesthetic by having a long, black sword in view of the camera, albeit set off to one side. He could be intimidating, perhaps ... if not for the array of miniatures also set in front of the camera. Nico is just a big ol' nerd.

He's slightly red when he addresses the camera; the color looks odd on his pallid cheeks. ]

My name's Nico di Angelo. [ A beat. His eyes track offscreen; he's clearly reading off a notecard of some kind. ] I'm a half-blood - or a demigod, whatever you want to call it. Son of Hades. [ Better to get that out of the way now before making this kind of request. ] I was here a while back, so if you met me before I'm the same guy. And ... um ...

[ Gods, just get on with it. Why is it so hard to ask such a simple question? ]

Does anyone want to get a roleplaying campaign together? I - er - I'm mostly familiar with Myths and Mazes, but I can build stuff for any kind of d20 based system. I like making up that kind of stuff. I've got three people so far but I can take up to three more.


Nov. 1st, 2016 08:20 am
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[ It's late at night when Cullen makes the post, the time of night when people would probably text something like this. But typing on the phone is still too much of an unnatural struggle for him to default to it.

He sounds relatively normal. Maybe just a tiny bit tired. ]

What is it you do when you cannot sleep and there is no work to be done to better utilize the hours you spend awake?

[ There's a tiny pause. ]

I am no stranger to sleepless nights, yet in coming here, I've now naught to do with mine.
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[ It's so, so easy to put on a smile for his friends, and for social situations. He'd been doing it for well over a year. Yet as easy as it was to smile, with every day he did it, it was harder and harder to reach out and try to talk about just what he'd been dealing with.

But that's why they invented anonymous posting, right? ]

Does anyone have any tips for what to do if you want to stop feeling emotions?

Like, if I'm riddled with guilt for things I could never, ever hope to repent for, because they happened back home, is there a way we could surgically remove that guilt? You know, like an emotional tumor?

There's gotta be like a magic thing that can do that.
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[ She's recording from somewhere dark, sitting on a throne of bones and roots. ]

I want to apologize to my fans who attended my show last night. Something, or someone, interrupted my mass, and . . . well. Shit got fucked up. If you were there, you saw it.

It shouldn't have happened. My Hell should be your haven. I can't promise to you that I will keep you safe. But I can promise you that it won't happen again.

And I can promise you that because I'm gonna find out who's responsible, and I'm gonna rip them into tiny fucking pieces.


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