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[idkmybffcyclops]

[The water at Alkali Lake is cold. The water surrounding this damn turtle isn't any better. Logan is freezing his perfectly sculpted buns off when the Kedan haul him out of the water and is thankful when they drop this itchy blanket on him. He doesn't sleep on his way to his suite and about 95% of what the Kedan tell him about his new residence is dismissed as irrelevant. He's not planning to stick around long.

Once he's home, the Kedan give him a fresh set of the local threads and Logan's still thankful. Even more so when they're finally gone. He takes a few moments to take a look around his suite. The console is the last thing he approaches and it takes a few tries but he finally manages to get the thing working.

The camera begins to record and it captures Logan glaring in the lens.]

I don't give a damn who you people think you are. Send me back. Now.

[And this is about the time John would tell Logan to be nice.]

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[survival_isnt_living]

…remarkable, if there were some way to—

[Whatever the thought is, it’s cut off with a pensive hum, and a few moments later the feed clicks from audio to video. A handsome young man peers rather bemusedly at the screen.] I suppose anyone’s wanderlust should be satisfied by a location this… unconventional.

If what they say is true, though—about this place being between states of life and death, or really awake and dreaming—does that mean someone dreamed of all this? [He smiles faintly, his bright green eyes sparkling with mildly sardonic humor.] I think I’d like to speak to whoever did. Find out what else they might dream up.

[Beat.

Very clearly unable to stop himself:]

Are there only the five sectors of the city? I would have expected one for wind.

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[iron_ego]

[Tony appears in a pair of dress light slacks and a dark button down shirt with the top two buttons undone. He's in his suite and the area around the console is one-third office space and two-thirds workshop. A partial profile of the Mark VI can be seen in the far back.

He looks at the camera, his business face on.]

CEO of multinational corporation seeking employees for long walks on the beach and late, candlelit shifts. [He pauses, tut-tuting thoughtfully.] Must be willing to be to accept a benefits package that is, let's face it, far and above what that dime store imitation Wayne Enterprises offers.

[Tony drops the token formality, taking on a charming grin.]

Stark Industries is back in business, folks. I'm launching a Keeliai subsidiary with what is, by the by, a very generous initial contract. [Guess who's pleased to be offering mobile telecommunications to the enforcement of Keeliai?]

And here's where all of you -- [Said with a gesture to the camera.] -- come in. I'm hiring and entry-level pay is twice what the going rate offered by the kedan. Plus, you get the satisfaction of supporting your fellow Foreigners on this turtle acid trip.

Telecommunications experience is a bonus, but in a city that thinks the smoke signal is better than texting? I'll be flexible.

[His grin widens.]

And, ladies? The position of my personal assistant is open and pays three times the kedan rate, to start. Try not to trip over each other in your rush to apply, because I promise each and every one of you will get a personal interview with Tony Stark himself.

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[andaway]

[Kal's audio post is short, and to the point. In his world the chance that someone would gt to know Superman and Clark Kent at the same time and they didn't already know about his secret was minimal, and even then he'd worked so hard to keep those aspects of his life apart it wasn't a conscious act anymore. He could play little tricks to make sure no one could get a decent image of him, even.

But that's harder to do in here where everybody got to meet Kal-El and Clark Kent at the same time, and the number of people who could actually be Superman was limited. Thus, he has to be more careful.]

I'm making this post to offer my help rebuilding those houses that were burned to the ground or somehow affected by what happened on that night. My name is Superman, and I'd of course not require any payment, at all. I'm afraid the materials aren't a thing I can produce- but this is not a momentary offer, any time anyone needs some help rebuilding their houses I'll be happy to lend a hand and use my powers to help.

[Well, that's said and done. He then pauses... and sighs.]

And second, a question that's less urgent. I'd like to know if anybody knows for sure what happens to those of us who... disappear and are nowhere to be found on the turtle. And if you have theories about it I'd like to know about them, too.

[That's... clearly the voice of a man who's lost someone recently. Losing what was for a while the only remains of your family, again? Never gets easy.]