[quote=Awareness Radio's Nighttime News]Good evenin', listeners! If you're just tunin' in, I'm your host Mr. Dialtone and you are listenin' to Awareness Radio. Our top story tonight, the City Council voted against increasin' fundin' to City Maintenance. The opposition to the proposal, led by Councilor Chandra Singh, rightly pointed out that City Maintenance already have more than enough fundin' to do their thing and that the various failures, disruptions, and paperwork pileups the increase in fundin' would supposedly prevent would never happen anyway.

Now listen up, listeners. Cuz' ol' Mr. Dialtone's got some truth for the folks out there that the Houseguest hasn't chased away. That proposal was a power-hungry piece o' posture put out by one o' Edward Farley's goons. That's right, listeners. The Risin' Shadow is at it again. I don't know why he wanted to send more money to City Maintenance, but ask anyone out there in the know and they'll tell you that anything good for Farley is bad for everyone else. So if you see Chandra Singh out there, buy her a drink for me. She's gonna need it after crossin' Farley the way she did. Believe me. [i]I know.[/i]

In other news, tonight marks the third week that the Trader has been runnin' around the city and plyin' their trade among the citizens of our fair metropolis, whether they like it or not. Now don't get me wrong, I've been hearin' all you listeners from Arcadia. That's just how tradin' works back home. But here on Earth, you don't just take stuff without askin'. Even if you leave payment behind. You gotta offer the trade first. And if they say no, you gotta respect that. You'd think the Trader woulda been told this by now, but no. It seems fae culture has a thing about correctin' folks too. If no one gives the Trader the news though, they might just have to learn it the hard way.

And finally, there's a new hunter in town. Now usually, I'd welcome that. But this one, Abberline Winchester, he isn't your usual "protect the people from what goes bump in the night" sorta hunter. No, he's more of a "hunt what goes bump in the night for sport and hang it on the mantelpiece regardless of whether or not what goes bump in the night was actually hurtin' people" sorta hunter. So if any o' you guys from Power, Night, or Wild just wanna mind your own business, I'd suggest keepin' your heads down for a while. And while Mortality might not be on his merc list, I'd suggest you folks steer clear too. While he does try to keep ordinary folks out of the crossfire, collateral damage won't dissuade him if push comes to shove.

Anyway, that's all I've got for now. More will come as it happens, but in the meantime here's some music.[/quote]

[@Guardian Angel Haruki]
Anytime you pass a phone, it begins to ring. You may have thought it a coincidence before, but not now. Even among wizards, Mr. Dialtone is something of an oddity. But then again anyone who's had their soul imprisoned in electrical wiring would be something of an oddity. Regardless, the guy is friendly enough and has even been pretty helpful to you in the past. Partly because he owes you, partly because you owe him, but mainly because he's just cool like that.

From past experience, you know that the ringing phones won't stop following you until you pick one up.

What do you do?

[@XxFellsingxX]
Someone's been in your apartment. You wouldn't have noticed as soon as you did had it not been for Trinity, but with her around, that eye for detail her forensics career had honed to a keen edge managed to pick up that various objects were out of place a few moments after you and your roommates returned to your abode after each of you had fulfilled the myriad obligations that made up your day. But even without Trinity's sharp eyes, you would have realized this eventually.

Your tarot cards are gone. A deck of cheap, low quality playing cards left in their place. Nothing else has been stolen, but that doesn't change the fact that you are now without your prophetic tools.

What do you do?

[@RBYDark]
The Totem of Prey. In the hands of most, it's an odd little animal bone trinket of no real use or value. In the hands of those who know what they're doing though, it's an early warning to get your head down because someone or something is hunting you. You have come into possession of one. And as luck would have it, you know what you're doing.

But you don't have time to focus on that right now. The all too familiar sound of loud music comprised mainly of trumpets has reached your ears. An all too familiar sound that is drawing closer with each passing second.

It appears that your boss would like a word with you.

What do you do?