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WHO: James Moriarty and you!
WHERE: M&D Law Firm (located between Poundland and Auguries of Innocence in Brick Alley)
WHEN: December
WHAT: Mingle log! For anyone who wants to make him regret posting his address on main, or holiday shenanigans later in the month
WARNINGS: none so far, will update if necessary

( Step inside the lawyer's den, if you dare )

WHO: Everyone at Random Play and you!
WHERE: Random Play, one of maybe four? five? video rental stores in the county
WHEN: December
WHAT: Merry Christmas, here's a mingle log
WARNINGS: none so far but will update should any come up!

WHO: Husk and you!
WHERE: Network: Gemini. Action in Ghost City
WHEN: December 7th
WHAT: Redemption and sudden powers
WARNINGS: Vague S2 Hazbin Hotel spoilers, nothing plot wise we as the audience weren't aware of after S1.

[It's rare that Husk deigns to actively post an entry to the network- because it means actively talking to people, and he'd rather not do that 80% of the time. But this is important, so here he is. He's working the bar at Ghost City, but it's a quiet night - Fat Nuggets is sat on the table next to him, chowing down on a bowl of bar nuts.]

You ever get your abilities from your past life when you awaken and nothing else for four fucking decades so you think that's it, then suddenly you get a pile of other shit all at once? Shit you didn't even remember you could do. I mean, probably not, most of you are fuckin' infants, but my point still stands. I got a plethora of new shit that really would have been useful in the Order rebellion, so thanks for that, Universe.

[ That's not what he's doing this post for, though, not really. That's definitely a new thing he needs to unpack, but he has a bigger, more important thing to unpack, instead. He pulls out a little matchbox, fiddling with it between his fingers - opening and closing it, it's decidedly empty. ]

Anyway, been getting new memories, too. I haven't had any of those for years, neither. Some of you know 'bout the Hotel I worked at in my past life. It was in Hell - owner had these big fuckin' dreams of reforming sinners down there so they could go up to Heaven instead. It was a whole thing, and I've spent a goddamn lifetime wondering if it worked or not. [He opens the box again and there's a little cardboard cutout of a cute cobra in there - it has black and yellow markings on it. ] One of the last things I remembered from my past life was this... friend of mine, Sir Pentious. He was a... fuckin' loser Victorian dipshit who cried at the drop of a hat, but he was a good guy. He got his stupid ass vaporised, trying to save our lives, and for fuckin' decades, I thought that was it. Bleeding heart moron got himself killed doing a selfless act.

[He snaps the matchbox closed, opens it again, the little snake has vanished. Husk had mourned Pen in this life. It was a sad, miserable little wound, but he'd healed from it. Time is good at that. He snaps the matchbox closed again, opens it. The snake is back, but this time his colours are in pastel instead. ]

Turns out the crazy sunnova bitch did it. He got his stupid, weepy ass redeemed and got into Heaven. I never really got involved in the redemption business a lot. I was just there to run the bar and be an occasional therapist. But... I dunno. Feels different, knowing the impossible goal you were working for turns out to be fully possible. [It felt a lot less weird when he was just doing as Alastor told him and indulging in Charlie's insane fantasy. It stopped being just that for him pretty quickly, and he knows it, but pretend distance is still distance. He heaves out a tired sigh, leaning on the bar a little.]

So... I dunno. Something for you people to think of. Even in the worst place there can be, you can still find a way to make your life less of a trashfire. Or some shit. I dunno, I'm not good at the motivational speeches. Felt important to mention, though.

WHO: Hermes
WHERE: Libra Network
WHEN: 2am - Dec 3rd
WHAT: Hermes can’t sleep. Thoughts ensue
WARNINGS:N/A


so

do u ever think about those Xmas movies where like
the adults are all
SANTA ISNT REAL KIDS LOL
but like he is??


where do they think all these presents keep coming from on Xmas morning???
do they just like
think their partner did it or ????
but then what if the kid got coal
how do they handle that??

“Jeremy how could u give Timmy coal!!! Ur just so cold to this family!!”
“Idk Tiffany maybe if u were home more often—“

…

dont watch Xmas romcoms ok they give u weird brain thoughts lol

She...hasn't forgotten about me.

[ His voice is almost breathless, awed, as he plays the message over in his mind. Eyes flicker as he tries to hold onto every word, every sound. His mind lingers on her voice, a gentleness he's unused to... Her salutation...

'Dearest Albedo'...

Dearest... He scoffs. ]

What a thing to say...

[ And yet, he keeps repeating it over and over in his head. Dearest. Dearest. Dearest, dearest, dearest, dearestdearestdearestdearestdearest--

a shaky exhale as he closes his eyes. In spite of himself, his cheeks are flushed. ]

I...do truly need to think.

[ He's so unused to feeling, let alone this intensely. Returning to the comfort of his own analytical musings would be a welcome respite. ]

Who: Carolyn and whoever from Pokego happens to be there
Where: the Pokego room at the community college
When: The Beginning of December
What: Carolyn has a pokemon problem
Warnings: Chronic medical issue, needles, loss of consciousness

[Carolyn made her way to the community college she heard about through the app. Though she still didn’t trust it she needed help and this was the quickest way. Luckily Indane decided she, at least Carolyn thinks the Rimbombee is a she, wanted to fight the pigeon on the windowsill. The glass breaking was exactly what she needed to distract her from her new body parts, as well as the fact that her room had been redecorated to match. So with her new distraction in mind she sought out some of these “Pokego” people. As she was walking down the street she noticed she was moving faster than normal. Curiosity kicking in she decided to slowly go faster and faster until she was running full tilt down the street, manic laughing the entire time. She continued running even as she made it to the community college, running down the halls until she found where she thought the Pokego people were.]

Good morning would you people happen to be affiliated with Pokego, I have a concern I want to talk about.

[As she finished her sentence she started swaying on her feet]

Uh oh, I’m going down if one of you could stab me with the pen in my right po—

[What she was saying got cutoff as she proceeds to pass out]

Who: Cifera and Husk
Where: Chateau De Minuit and wherever Husk happens to be
When: sometime in December
What: Cifera delivering Husk to his gift
Warnings: Kidnapping?

[Cifera bounced back and forth on her feet as she psyched herself up for this. She hadn’t tested the limits of her new ability yet so was hoping this would turn out well. She took a deep breath, flipped the poker chip, and was off. Running through the still streets of Kaisou grinning ear to ear as she looked for Husk. The moment she seen him she scooped him up bridal style and started running back to the casino.]

Apologies for the sudden trip Grumpy Cat, carrying you felt like the easier option.

[Shortly after saying that she set him down in front of his gift as time began to move again.]

Tada, happy holidays from one gambling kitty to another.

[She says this as she does jazz hands at his gift. A taco bell themed poker table, the felt of the table patterned like a 90’s taco bell, with matching cards and chips.]

WHO: Y'shtola and a suspiciously familiar goose
WHERE: Y'shtola's Labyrinth and Blue Fish Lake Park
WHEN: Late November
WHAT: Emerging into a strange new world
WARNINGS: Memories of self sacrifice and mentions of the afterlife

[ The familiar sound of shoes on crystal, the only sound in an eerily quiet landscape. Familiar crystalline structures that hum with an alien energy, similar yet different to her native aether, but it serves to let her see all the same. The path before her is familiar, the aethereal sea, the crystalized aether paths of the Aeitascope... yet it is not, the ambient aether and lingering souls of Etherys's life stream absent in this imitation. And She should know, having cast herself into the life stream on more than one occasion... ]

At least I came out dressed this time.

[A sigh follows those words as she stops walking, this was different, there had been no spell, no one pulling her soul back from the life stream. She remembers being deep in research on travel between the shards, and then she was waking up here, in this labyrinth of crystal. She was confident this wasn't a dream, but she was certain of little else, and she's learning little and less in this place, wandering for hours. If she keeps pushing forward, eventually she will find an exit, if her mental map is correct the path has not yet looped, so it must be leading somewhere. Just then, a breeze upon her face, rustling her silver hair, grabbing her attention. She turns towards the source of the breeze, an opening, maybe even an exit, at the very least a change of scenery. She walks towards it, stepping through the threshold, the portals magics blinding her to anything beyond until she steps through and grass crunches under her feet, a cool breeze with the scent of water washes over her, a crisp late autumn breeze.

The air itself feels almost thick with energy, not aether but something similar. She can perceive it all the same, clearly the same energy that had formed the labyrinth she had just emerged from, the portal of which closes behind her as she turns to observe it. She can see currents of energy in the air, it seems almost chaotic, unintentional. but the world is sufficiently saturated that she can make out the outlines of buildings in the distance, sky scrapers taller than she is used to back home, more reminiscent in size to some of the buildings of solution 9, but lacking the familiar electric aetheric signature that permeates that place. Something else catches her eyes, something new entirely, as she looks up to the sky and sees the flow of the leylines spirit energy, illuminating the usually blank sky. She is momentarily awestruck, the last time she'd 'seen' the sky was on the first, when the light aspected aether still choked the sky. But that was oppressive, this was... beautiful.]

If only the others were here to see this, I wonder how Urianger with his flowery words would describe the sight.

[A soft flicker of a smile plays across her lips as she thinks of her comrades, but quickly fades, she is alone, in an unfamiliar world. She will have plenty of time to miss people after she figures out where she is. And for that - HONK - A noise cuts her off, nearly making her jump as she turns to see a familiar shape, a few geese, coming out of the water and walking towards the grass, She moves to step aside onto the paved walkway that surrounds the lake. She stops and tilts her head as she observes one of the geese walking passed is dressed like her.]

Curious... I will have to follow up on that, but I should focus on getting my bearings, a library or archive of some sort would be as good a start as any.

[Although if the books are not printed with aether/energy conductive ink, she would struggle to read them. Surely this world has aids for the visually impaired to gather information. She hears a new sound, her ears twitching as she turns towards it, footsteps, humanoid. An unfamiliar aetheric signature, far enough away she cannot make out details, seems to be approaching.]</small] Excuse me, I find myself a little lost, could you point me in the direction of a Library?

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: December 1st
WHAT: Zodiac Network Post
WARNINGS: None!

[As the month moves into December, an idyllic snowfall will cover the city in a blanket of white. When the snow stops and the sky clears, they will see in the sky that the Spirit Vein is now donning brilliant streaks of light- ranging from whites and golds to the occasional entire rainbow spectrum. Everyone's devices will emit a soothing wind chime sound as a new Zodiac post appears. The chime will sound even if you have your phone turned off or on silent, and will not stop until you read their messsage and comment to it.]



Lauma, Miyabi, Randy, Cifera, Jin, James, and Y'shtola have joined the app. Say hi everyone!


Venti and Kinich have left the app.

[The post then continues on.]

Hello and thank you for using the Libra app.

Janet's not here today, so they're making me cover this update. Great.

Happy Holidays. We hope your actual thanksgiving went fine. No, we don't know how to track down Tom Turkey. He's been at large for centuries, apparently he really likes trapping random groups of people and forcing them to spend the holiday with him. Sadistic bird.

Oh yeah, by now some of you have probably received notice of a secret santa gift exchange. It's stupid, but I really recommend you do it- the department head that runs that is a fae and is happy to curse people who don't follow through on presents. Also they make me pick out gifts if anyone doesn't get something, and I will just send the first gift card I find.

That's all. Time for the icebreaker. It's the last icebreaker that was written by the vtuber collaborator, so expect these things to get worse starting next month.


This post is sponsored by Poundland! Shop for all your Christmas gift here and SAVE!

[Users will have the option to choose their own display names and userpics if they haven't already. If nothing is chosen, the app will use their real name and a quick photo taken of them from their camera's phone.

Please note that there will be no city log this month, with the next event log being posted on the 15th. As such, players are free to make their own posts and mingles regarding city events. If you want more details on what's happening the city this month, it can be found here. ]

[OOC Note: If you haven't responded to AC, you still have until 11:59am EST today to do so! Once you do, you'll be removed from this post. ]

Hello, friends! It's about to be December again, and you know what that means: the fact I am posting this actually before December 1 means karzilla reminded me about the existence of linear time again. Wait, no -- well, yes, but also -- okay, look, let me back up and start again: it's almost December, and that means it's time for our annual December holiday points bonus.

The standard explanation: For the entire month of December, all orders made in the Shop of points and paid time, either for you or as a gift for a friend, will have 10% of your completed cart total sent to you in points when you finish the transaction. For instance, if you buy an order of 12 months of paid time for $35 (350 points), you'll get 35 points when the order is complete, to use on a future purchase.

( The fine print and much more behind this cut! )

Thank you, in short, for being the best possible users any social media site could possibly ever hope for. I'm probably in danger of crossing the Sappiness Line if I haven't already, but you all make everything worth it.

On behalf of Mark, Jen, Robby, and our team of awesome volunteers, and to each and every one of you, whether you've been with us on this wild ride since the beginning or just signed up last week, I'm wishing you all a very happy set of end-of-year holidays, whichever ones you celebrate, and hoping for all of you that your 2026 is full of kindness, determination, empathy, and a hell of a lot more luck than we've all had lately. Let's go.