→ audio; encrypted 100%; anonymous

[controlledvariable]

[The voice that comes over the network is female and American, but lacking any particular accent beyond that, and her voice is even when she speaks. Those who've met Batgirl before might recognize it, but it's distinctly not Steph.

The message is sent to the members list. And her Bruce, because he'd just hack it anyway.]

Hi, this is Batgirl, or Spoiler, since I introduced myself to a few of you that way. I think most of you have met me by now; for those who haven't, I'm one of those vigilante types you've likely seen running around and if you need character references I'll put you in contact with someone who can confirm that I'm one of the good guys.

I know this method of contacting people probably seems a little strange, but I have a proposition to make, and this was the simplest way to talk to a lot of you at once.

I'm sure everyone's familiar with the concept of a team of superheroes, especially since a lot of you are from worlds with vigilantes, and I've talked to some of you about this already but the recent events during the dive made me realize I need to push my schedule forward a bit. The Emperor clearly has no interest in sharing information with us, so we can't be prepared for whatever threats are going to come our way, but I'm hoping if we get organised, start working together and figuring out how to operate in a crisis, we won't be caught so off guard again.

I've secured us a base of operations, as it were, in the Earth Sector, near the centre of the city. [a map is attached] If you're seeing this message, then you're welcome to use it regardless of whether you want to be officially on a team or not, it's a safe space for us all as much as it's a headquarters. Originally I'd wanted this to be more focused on training and sharing expertise, but again, after the last couple of weeks I'm sure we can agree working on strategies might be useful. Still, there's equipment available to use, and I've got a few particular training sessions in mind once we get set up, but until then everyone's free to use the space however they want.

There's a lot more info I can give, but I'd like to be able to do that in person rather than over the network, so for now I'll leave the floor open to questions and set a tentative date for a first official meeting at the headquarters this time next week, unless anyone can't attend then for whatever reason.

Before anyone replies, I'll let you know that I've set up two encryptions on this message which you should be able to see when you go to reply, the first of which is a private line between the console I'm on, and each person's individual console, and the second is a filter that will allow a message to be seen by everyone I've invited. If you'd like to contact me directly for whatever reason, you should use the first one, but if you're comfortable letting the group see, use the filter option.

Thank you for your time.

[[OOC: Specify in the subject line whether your character is using the private or group filter encryption please!]]

Private to Annabeth:

Your friends from home are welcome to join us. I didn't include them in the filter since they don't know me, and aren't likely to trust the whole superhero thing the same way some of the other kids I haven't met are. Figured I'd let you be the judge of whether they should come or not.

II. metaphors as monstrous as orchids and as subtle in colour.

[epigrammatical]

[Henry is leaning back in the chair in front of his computer and he holds a book bound in yellow paper in his slender hands. From the angle at which he holds it, the title is not quite visible. ]

A flawed memory is an inconvenience, though a perfect memory is a curse. But had my memory been better, I would sooner have recalled what this place reminds me of. Oh, I could perceive from the beginning that it is very like the fantasies that prompt a man to fill his house with blue china—and there is something as well of the mechanical dreams of M. Verne and his kind.

( In which his lordship offers a brief introduction to French Symbolist literature and just might be trolling a tiny bit. )

o2 ♆ video//joint post with annabeth

[kelpful]

[The following is actually posted from Annabeth’s console. Despite his girlfriend’s warning that he should wait to post until he’s in a more stable frame of mind, Percy’s ADHD self has decided it’s necessary to let potential turtle-talkers know about the dangers RIGHT NOW. His expression is sort of dazed as he starts the feed.]

So...[Excuse him for a moment, he’s just going toget distracted by the screen and the colours and wondering how it all works. It takes him a couple of moments to get back on track, shaking his head] Uh. Yeah, if you can talk to turtles? My advice would...be... [HOLD ON he said the word turtle and holy shit, that turtle was old. Like, mega old. And it knew so much, had seen so much that Percy couldn’t even imagine...

Yeah he’s gone again. Please hold.]

[And somewhere in the suite, Annabeth hears Percy talking, so when he trails off, her voice calls out:] Percy? Who are you talking -

[There’s a pause, when she realizes.] You idiot.

[If there’s one voice that’s guaranteed to get through to him, it’s that one. Percy jerks, twisting around to face the direction of his girlfriend’s voice. His expression is sheepish, and he mouths ‘caught’ at the screen] Hey, I was just being a concerned citizen, letting our fellow Turtle-ites know about the dangers-- [and then he cuts himself off, frowning slightly, because is it really dangerous? He feels good. Peaceful. Small, maybe, in the face of that vast mind, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Yeah he’s basically sitting there with his mouth hanging open again]

[With a sigh, she just walks over and punches his shoulder, then peers down into the video, very much linefaced.] He’s been like this for a day.

Ouch! [Percy’s mouth shuts with a click. His glare is pretty ineffectual, a mixture of the turtle’s peace and the fact that he still has this tendency to smile at Annabeth when he sees her these days. Rubbing his shoulder, he wakes up enough to actually finish what he was saying in the first place]

Yeah, so, talking to the turtle didn’t end up going as planned. I think it’s...too ancient to really communicate with us, if that makes sense. It’s pretty overwhelming, I wouldn’t suggest trying it. At least, not unless you have an overeager girlfriend to hit you if you get sucked in too far. [He turns back to Annabeth and murmurs, although it’s still loud enough to be heard] Seriously, you hit me a lot.

Only when you deserve it. [She says it completely deadpan, then just walks away and out of view.]

[Percy rolls his eyes at the camera, and then switches it off. Jackson gets the last word for once, aww yeah]

002 ♆ video

[insecrets]

[Now, Finnick knows he can switch the video off. It's not like this really needs to be in video, but why deny anyone his beautiful face. Or his beautiful upper body, as he lounges back in his seat shirtless. In his hand is a fishing pole.]

The girl on fire got me thinking. About the local - and hopefully edible - aquatic life around here. [He waves the pole a little bit.] There's nothing like fishing. [He sounds a bit wistful now, and there's a flicker of something across his face that's almost sad before he replaces it with a smile. He just really needs to get away for a bit, after that zombie invasion.] Has anyone else done any around here yet? I wouldn't be against knowing a little bit more about the best spots to cast a line and what I might be catching.

[There's a brief pause.] Feel free to join me, if you don't mind the quiet. Johanna, I'd ask you to come along personally, but you might wet yourself. I'll bring you something anyway.