Day 1: VIDEO

[exceptfebruary]

[ The man on the video is bald and pale skinned, with light blue tattoos around his skull reading JANFEBMARAPR (etc), the first three letters of each month. Glimpses of his shoulders reveal he’s wearing a bright red costume with a white date-themed cape. The camera is angled in such a way to give no indication of location other than a blank wall; Julian would prefer not to broadcast that to anyone that might recognize him.

His voice, when he speaks, is cool. ]

January 6th, 2016.

Today, an appearance, an arrival. My arrival. Unfortunately I didn't bring a gift. Still, I wonder if there are three of us today.

[ Julian's face darkens. The cold, fierce anger in his voice becomes very clear. ]

Perhaps it is fitting, but I would have preferred to remain where I was. I need to finish what I started. Or if not, to return to the City and continue my work there.

But no. I have been brought here, where the winter of politics has not ended. The Cold War’s end date should have happened already. For the Soviet Union, December 26th, 1991 at the latest. Yet the season still lingers.

[ He pauses and plays with his lip, considering. ] A new world. One that does not know the name Calendar Man. I'll have to begin my work anew. The Calendar Man will not be forgotten.

[ Julian looks directly into the camera. ]

I'll make sure this will be an epiphany.

(no subject)

[illuminescent]

[Hey, it's Lucy. She's in a dress that can only be described as over the top - gold and tissue and swirling around her, and she has so much in the way of jewelry that it's hard to imagine how she's holding her head up. She looks like she's just been at a fancy renaissance faire version of an even fancier party.]

It is a truly odd sensation, to imagine an entire world exists that you can only remember when you preside in it, that there is an entire universe of friends and those you imagine to be like family who you can only hold dear when you are near them.

I had forgotten you, and now I remember it all, and there is so much-

[She's smiling, though, she's happy to be here.]

If you, my friends, will forgive me for forgetting you, and be so kind as to provide me with the answer of how long I was away, and if you are still here, I would be so grateful.

And more, if someone might be able to help me, as I have found myself missing a slipper.

[Video]

[lightandglory]

[The face of a young woman, with obviously-not-of-this-world yellow-green hair and a delicate pendant on her brow, appears over the network. She is seated on the side of a bed in a nondescript room, and she looks positively exuberant.] Oh, I think it's working! Splendid!

...Yes, now then. [She composes herself abruptly, although her cheerful smile remains in place.] Greetings to my fellow heroes and heroines! I am Princess L'Arachel of the sacred realm of Rausten, famed far and wide as the beautiful banisher of darkness, and I'm certain that it will be my great pleasure to meet each of you. The powers that guide us to this land have chosen very well, of course, for you'll find yourselves quite safe from the forces of evil as long as I'm nearby!

[L'Arachel gives a small, satisfied nod before getting down to business.] There. Now that introductions are out of the way, I have a question I must ask. Who might I speak to about acquiring a horse? In a dreadful oversight, I fear I've not been provided with a mount, and this simply won't do at all. It's of the utmost importance that I find one at once. A well-trained warhorse, ideally, but if they are in short supply I suppose any horse with the proper temperament would serve, as long as there are capable trainers available for hire.

Oh! And I'll need the location of a reputable stable. These accommodations are very charming, to be sure, but they just haven't the space needed for a horse.

Now, am I forgetting anything...? [She taps her finger to her lips in thought, before waving her hand dismissively.] ...Well, no matter. It's a simple enough task to let you know if I think of anything else. I'll be in touch, and do seek me out if you have any vile abominations that need smiting!

Ta-ta!

[video]

[cantread]

[Hello there network! A pretty cool-looking guy will just be appearing in a video post all of a sudden.]

So my new home is in a place called Heropa, but I ended up somewhere else entirely. Apparently some 'shenanigans' are going on right now. And since I can't go back to my actual home, I'm in a bit of a bind here.

[Is he actually going to ask to crash at someone else's house? No, of course not. He'll just play it cool until someone else invites him in temporarily.]

The name's Sissel, by the way. I'm in Nonah currently, or so the woman who gave me this file said.

[Yes, he has his file in his hand. No, it does not look like it has been opened.

For a moment it looks like he is going to end the video there, but after a bit of hesitation he adds one last bit to what he has to say.]

Jowd, Yomiel, if either of you are around, I'll be waiting for you.



((OOC: Sissel is from the endgame of Ghost Trick, and thus spoilers will likely come up in threads with him. If you would like no endgame spoilers, just let me know.))

( video )

[bountyless]

[ Looks like the newcomers are trickling in, and here's another on your hands. Spike pokes at the device lazily, bleary eyed, chin resting on his fist as he props his head up. He's calm, at least, that languid manner disguising any anxieties that might try to prickle up.

He yawns, ruffling a hand through dark green hair, eyes catching his wrist as he lowers his hand. Invisible now, perhaps, but he remembers what he read. ]

"Registered hero," huh?

[ He closes his eyes, smiles easily. That will certainly be the day. Why they'd want him, he can't figure out. And right now, he'll keep his questions to himself, even if he has no intentions of actually doing this. This job, this place. In any capacity. ]

I think I'll pass. [ Opening an eye, that smile tightening: ] Thanks for the house keys, though. Very classy. I'll hold onto them for you. Call it safekeeping.