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Your Alternative Views
Welcome to Your Alternative Views, our special one-off supplement to Worldly Weirdness Weekly, written by you! Below is a selection of articles written for this special issue, covering a variety of topics from the London area.

NB. Articles are not fact-checked and staff take no responsibility for the veracity of any sources. The content of this supplement in no way reflects the opinions of Alternative Views News staff.

Letters You'll Never Send

Thirty years with a broken heart
By J.H.
When I rejected your advances, I did so out of fear of what my family would think. Not because I did not have feelings for you. You were beautiful and kind and witty and were it not for your place in society, I would not have thought twice about it.

I was a fool.

It's been thirty years and I have an admirable marriage. Two children and a third on the way. The two of us get along famously. But every night I lie in my wedding bed I can think only of you.

It is no secret you returned to your place of birth with the changing of the seasons last spring. You never did return to me in all that time, but I wondered when I heard a long suffering sigh on the wind that same night if it was a final message to me.

That sigh haunts me. In these last months I've come to believe it's a curse. Your heartache made mine. What love I have for my family pales and crumbles under its pressure. I no longer care about them. Their lives meaningless noise.

I should hate you for this.

Your Opinions

Burn The Nest
By E.L.J.
It's been months since Harris came into power and nothing's been done. The Night Council, whom we've all been trusting to do their goddamn jobs, have simply sat on their arses. Sure, the Nest isn't protected by their laws anymore, but are they out there eradicating them? No. They're patting themselves on the back while running with their tails between their legs whenever any vampire so much as sets foot near them.

This has gone on too long. We need a good old-fashioned torch and pitchfork mob to deal with this. March up during the day and set fire to all the holes the abominations hide in and let the flames and sun sort them out. London can be rebuilt when it's done and it'll be for the better.

Real Justice Means Not Letting Them Get Away With It
By Mr Angry
You know one thing that shouldn't change around here? Justice for those that deserve it. I had the displeasure of watching the Night Council hand out their so-called pardons to a motley array of criminals and ne'er-do-wells the other day and it is utter BULLSHIT. They pardoned a prostitute who was a known member of Circle Midnight just because they felt sorry for her. Boo hoo. You're a witch, get a proper job. Not to mention an ACTUAL FUCKING MURDERER. I sure feel safer sleeping in my bed at night. One of these days Hillingdon is going to go full-on vigilante and you'll only have yourselves to blame.

Gossip Girl

Climbing the Carpet Ladder
By J.J.
The only reason Nora Shannon got elected in the first place is because Sylvia Redbright wanted to get her hands in those Catholic pants. Everyone knows covens are just another word for sex harems, but it's never been so blatantly obvious until the last election and the recent trials. Between her and Diphylleia's reinstatement, Sylvia's little harem is just going to keep dominating the Council.

Gossip Girl says: That is an image I never wanted to have. Thanks!

Is Roddy Geiger Gay?
By J.P.
All those pictures of him up on NHILF and he's not with a girl in any of them. That is, a girlfriend girl. He was with a lot of girls when they asked him to stop for them, but he wasn't with a girl that looked like they were dating. Just wondering because if he is I have a friend that's interested. Can anyone confirm?

Gossip Girl says: You know he's like, a RAT, right? He probably RUNS AROUND IN SEWERS and EATS HIS OWN POO. That's why he isn't dating anyone. Gay or not gay, jury's still out.

Mystic Mary's Advice Column

A Courtin Call
Dear Mary,

That's how you're supposed to start these, right? I don't got anyone to talk to about it and I don't know what the heck I'm supposed to do, either. There's this guy, you see, and every time we meet he starts doing this thing. I don't know what it means. If it were someone else, I'd think he was flirting. And I'm pretty sure he does it with everyone else too. Flirting, I mean. It's like he's actually interested, not just making fun. But he's also making fun of me while he does it. I'd be fine with it if he was. Making fun, I mean. I get that. It's what people do. Just, it sounds like he's serious sometimes. I don't know what to do.

– Rattled in Richmond

Dear Rattled in Richmond,

Ooh, it sounds like this man has you all in a tizzy! The question is, are YOU interested? Once you know how you feel, the answer is quite simple. If you are interested: flirt back! Let him know that you enjoy spending time in his company and that you'd like to take things one step further. If he's serious, he'll go for it. If not, well, now you know not to waste your time with him. If you're not interested: let him down gently. You don't have to put up with him bothering you, tell him straight.

Maybe you're not sure how you feel about it. Try this: toss a coin. If it lands heads, flirt back. If it's tails, let him down. It doesn't matter how the coin lands, what matters is how you feel about it. That will tell you what's truly in your heart...

Love, Mystic Mary xoxo

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New Meta Human Home Daycare
By Liadan Waters
My name is Liadan and I am starting a home daycare specifically for meta human children or any other child who has or may develop supernatural abilities. I am a meta human myself and I have a five year old son, so I have experience with the needs of these children. I am also a trained healer with healing abilities as well, so you can be sure your child will be in good hands.

If you are interested in finding out more, please call me at 07700 900841 or email me at liadan@example.com.

Prize Draw
The winner of this issue's special prize draw is... Liadan Waters! Congratulations, Liadan, an antique music box is making its way over to you now. When opened, the music that plays will soothe all that hear it and send anyone who is distressed or injured into a healing sleep. Terms and conditions apply.

[OOC: Please feel free to use this post to have your characters react and talk to each other about any of the content mentioned above! If you would like to request an NPC to interact with, let me know.

Activity count for this post: Daryl Dixon = 25 comments; Liadan Waters = 5 comments.]

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Annie frowns slightly, looking over at him.

"They're good men." She adored both Daryl and Faolan, as it were. Most of Hillingdon, truth be told. She'd found herself amongst good people, something she was thankful for.

"They really are. It's been a while since I felt I could rely on people like that. I just wish I'd been able to carry myself a bit better."

It seemed he was always the one causing trouble, and somewhere, that had to change. (Mostly.)

"What happened?" There had to be a story there, if he'd wished he'd carried himself better.

The kettle starts to sing, and Annie wastes no time in plucking it from the stove and pouring them each a cup of tea. "Milk or sugar?"

"No thanks, regular's fine," he says, before lapsing into silence. What was the best way to put this?

"I guess I just felt like I should have prepared more. I mean, I knew my story, but when put under questioning, I didn't realize just how many holes were there. In my story and in my memory. I feel like I kind of fell apart. Embarrassing really."

Annie's smile is tight, but she covers it by pouring them each a cup of tea.

"I..." She swallows. "I understand. What it's like. To have the holes." She didn't remember most of the attack on District 4.

Sirius smiles sympathetically, before looking down into the cup of tea.

"It's frustrating, isn't it? I don't even known how to go about filling them in...or if I even want to, if I'm being honest."

Annie nods just once, solemnly. For a moment, her sea-green eyes flicker up towards Sirius. Perhaps they were more alike than she initially thought.

"My doctors- they said the holes were our way of protecting ourselves." She didn't know if she believed it or not.

Sirius nods.

"I suppose I can understand that. Not sure if it's all that helpful right now, though."

"It's... never helpful." She lets a hand wander to her hair.

"Sorry. You can, ah, keep going."

"Well, that's about it. I was vouched for, I got off, but you could sort of tell that not everyone was happy about it. Kind of feels like I haven't left square one."

Even though there was progress. He wasn't going to have to continue skulking around London. People might give him dirty looks on the street, but at least they wouldn't be calling the cops on him anymore. It was a start.

"I'm glad." She gives him a genuine smile, reaching a hand across the table to gently touch his. She's just as glad for the slight change in topics as well. There were far too many holes in her own memories.

"Well. It's a start...?"

It's hard for Sirius to not return the smile. He really does appreciate the comfort.

"It really is. It's going to make things a lot easier, that's for sure."

After all, the next step was going to be filling in some of his holes. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them.

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