[voice; action]

[seriouslytwisted]

[voice]

[Exploring and ninja-ing around is turning up a whole lot of dead ends and questions with no answers, so now Raphael is going to try his last resort.

Conversing with strangers.

Making sure he has his voice only function on (pretending that little SNAFU with it in his earlier conversation didn't happen) he reluctantly addresses his fellow...strand-ees.]


Okay, seriously. How many of you people actually buy that "you are in the in-between" story?

[the mystic new-age voice for the quote helps set the atmosphere, yes it is necessary]

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[action]

[Before this post, Raphael will be swimming around in the Water Sector, trying to keep as hidden as possible but needing to surface to breathe and also sneak back up onto the docks occasionally when he can't cross sections in water. He's a stealthy little bugger, so the average Joe might miss him, but anybody with serious training or extra-sharp senses might find him.

...or you might catch him when he's losing his temper and angrily kicking over a barrel after talking to yet another tree-hugging native yokel, whatever.]

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[ironwood]

[The video opens on the Emperor, who is writing at a desk. She looks... composed, but with that hard-edged irritation in her that so many foreigners have come to know and either hate or be frustrated by. She sets her pen down and looks up. She is Not Here For This Bullshit, but children must be minded and the foreigners are little else, as far as she's concerned.]

As some of you may know, we were recently attacked by the undead. Despite your admirable efforts in turning away the enemy, some individuals who cannot seem to think beyond the end of their fists and considerable over-compensatory strength caused structural damage across the turtle shell. This damage caused significant collapse in ancient sewer systems.

My architects are working to repair the areas. Stay away from them. And no you may not help. Anyone caught in the area will be arrested and incarcerated for an indefinite amount of time.

If you've nothing useful to say, remain silent. My time is precious.

[Video] 01

[notamachine]

[Dean didn't pay much attention to what the Kedan told him when they dropped him off, but the console was pretty easy to figure out. The number of transmissions flying back and forth made things a little easier. He's ignored most of them. When Dean finally pipes up over the network, he looks tired and sounds less confrontational and more along the lines of vaguely annoyed, like this is a speech he's had to give a dozen times before that nobody has listened to before and one he doesn't expect anyone to listen to now.]

Okay, you six-fingered, four-eyed, however many toed freaks, let's just get one thing straight and everybody gets along. I get what you told me. I don't like it, but I get it. I also know if there's a way here, there's a way back, and I'm gonna find it. You should know that if whatever dragged me here dragged my brother in here with me, I will end all of you. Capiche? Good.

[Message delivered. Yeah, he could have used the voice only setting, but those things already know what he looks like so what's the point?]

[Video] 01

[superoverachiever]

[Ava's first broadcast is made in costume. This place is weird, for now it seems smarter to be White Tiger than Ava.] Hi. I'm White Tiger. I'm with SHIELD. This is a nice place you guys got, huh? My room looks great. [There's a brief but awkward pause as she tries to remember why she started doing this.]

I'm looking for my team. Spider-Man, Iron Fist, Nova and Power Man. Has anybody seen them? We usually get sent to other dimensions as a team, [yeah this kind of thing has happened to her before. A couple times.] so I'm betting they're around here somewhere. Spider-Man and Nova... [she pauses for a second, searching for a description.] Well, you can't miss them. Seriously. It's not possible.

Power Man is a big guy with sunglasses. He's tough, he's quiet, but he's really sweet. Iron Fist is a martial arts type. He's always got a spiritual saying or some piece of ancient wisdom to share.

Oh yeah. And I was supposed to be training at home, so if I'm stuck here somebody's gotta help me keep up with that. I fight crime? [Come on somebody please teach her things. She loves learning.]

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[cynisme]

[He’s washed up now, wine poured into a glass he found in his new living quarters, wearing something clean.

Clean for now, at least. He taps the screen, still quite maladjusted to this but taking it in stride.]

Alright, in theory I know how this works, but how I’m expected to be comfortable with such radical, fantastic changes to the everyday and mundane is a touch ridiculous. We the people do not change so easily, we do what is comfortable to us until it is no longer comfortable, and then we move on to the next habitual escape. See my own actions as an example. I arrived on this plane, sober, soaked and in pain, so my first action was to find an escape from two of the three ailments.

[He holds up his glass with a lopsided smile, a toast to the screen, before taking a drink. A drop dribbles down his chin and stains the collar of his shirt.]

Mm, and who would have thought that the afterlife would dress me like a china-man? Not so high and mighty are the empires of Europe now, I see. Could colonial exploits be more of a joke than it is now? That I would like to see.

Now, if someone on this here web of decadent communication could point in the direction of Monsieurs Jehan Prouvaire, Etienne Combeferre and Michel Enjolras, I may be satiated enough to keep to myself.

→ video; we interrupt your regularly scheduled intro posts

[controlledvariable]

[The video starts slightly awkwardly, with a blur of movement and Steph reaching up to grab something from the top of the console. There's a bit of a struggle, some muttered words, until she's finally back in place, now with a squirming kitten in her arms.]

Right. Hi. [She smiles, looking a little overwhelmed; she's been chasing the cat around all morning.] I found this little one stuck up in a tree, and something tells me she's not a native.

I'm gonna guess she came from someone's home world, since I know other people got pets from home while on the mainland, but, uh, she doesn't have a collar or anything... [she was going somehere with that but she got a little distracted by the kitten trying to climb her arm.] This is my version of a 'Found' poster, I suppose. If she's yours - [Steph holds up the kitten to the screen, though it seems more interested in chewing on her fingers] - let me know, please.

[A beat, as the kitten wriggles out from her hands and runs off to go chase something around her suite. She lets it go, since she's already displayed it decently for the potential owner to see it] If it doesn't belong to anyone, then, um, I might need advice on how to look after a kitten, since apparently I've just acquired myself one.

[She's not sure how she feels about that, since she's already kind of fond of the thing, but also. cats. So she just gives a helpless looking shrug and turns off the feed.]

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[inshiningarmor]

[ Mandorallen is dressed in plainclothes, but he's holding his broadsword in view of the camera, stepped back a bit so that most of his body is in frame. ]

The recent calamity that hath befallen this place was a mortally dangerous one, as we all are keenly aware. And methinks it will not be the last -- it doth go without saying that there is something decidedly strange about this place, and none of us could pretend to understand its ways or those of the strange people who reside here. But one thing hath become clear: this place, friendly and idyllic though it may often be, can pose great danger to us. And not all unfortunate souls here are well-equipped to defend themselves.

So, fellow foreigners, I have a proposition for thee. I am well skilled in the arts of war; any man or woman who doth wish to receive instruction so that they may better defend themselves, and live to serve or fight another day, should do so as to contact me. I can offer lessons in swordplay and, though it is not my forté, hand-to-hand fighting. These lessons will come free of charge to those who might seek to learn, for I am loathe to rob thee of money for something so important.

(no subject)

[dominare]

[ the feed turns on and for a few moments, there’s nothing. Haytham’s giving it a critical eye, a few turns this way and that, before settling it down. The technology is fascinating, and comparable to stuffs made by the First Civilization, at least in the eyes of someone unfamiliar with it all. Haytham clears his throat, purses his lips, and turns the device around to face him finally. ]

I won’t mince words and lie to say this small excursion was anything short of highly disruptive, but what’s past is past, and dwelling on it does none of us any service. I've spoken with the native population, and am quite aware of our— unique circumstances.

[ there’s an almost imperceptible raise of an eyebrow; he has no reason to doubt the locals, but taking their words on blind faith would be completely irrational ]

My name is Haytham Kenway, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even if indirectly. I normally prefer to converse in a far more direct manner, but we must make do with what we are given to work with.

I seek a guide to Keeliai— if you are intimately familiar with the city and it’s politics, I wish speak with you. Sooner, rather than later.