002 ≅ [video/ENCRYPTED 100% TO TURTLES/PRIVATE NETWORK POST]

[boselfdestruct]

[This is backdated to the early part of mid-March, before the event.]

[Don takes a deep breath on-screen and flashes a quick, tense smile. He looks nervous, but under that a little haggard. It's what happens when he's spent the last two days going over his encryption algorithm line-by-line, repeatedly, and adjusting it for video usage. And then going over it again. And again. The upside is anyone taking on the task of attempting to hack this is going to get the full brunt of puzzling out Don's aggravated, sleep-deprived mind. This is about as full-proof as he can get with the equipment available to him. It'll have to do.]

Right, hello. If you're getting this, it's because you're a, well...[he gestures to himself, and aside from that his hands stay more-or-less abnormally still for the rest of conversation, a sign of discomfort that might only register to his own Raph] a mutant turtle, like me, and from a similar dimension. Don't worry about anyone not invited seeing this. I'm handling that.

So...you might have been told about this already, but I'll rehash just in case. This is mostly just a place to talk. No pressure or anything, but we just can't keep ignoring one another forever. There are too many of us running around already for that to be plausible, and it's not like there's any guarantee it's ever going to stop. The least we can do is know who's who. [so, in other words, if you want to make sure any of your wayward brothers showing up are pointed in the right direction? SPEAK UP.]

[Don pauses, reaching up to tug at his plastron absentmindedly] I...guess I'll start? My name's Donatello. I'm fifteen. I'm from the same universe as the more recently arrived Raphael. If you think of anything about your homes that might be useful to know, no matter how innocuous you think it is, go ahead and lay it on me. Every little bit helps. So far we've noticed that appearance and age are two of the bigger distinguishing characteristics among us, which is why I recommend using video, but if you're too nervous then it's text. Heck, covering up the camera works just as well. Avoid actual audio mode, if by some weird quirk of electronics you can actually access it. I tried to make sure you couldn't, but you never know, and I don't want anyone yelling at me later because I didn't mention it. Point is, it's not supported right now, and anyone using it could crack this thing open like a bad egg. Which would be, you know, bad.

[Leo take it now Leo take it now before he pours his uneasiness into a babble about his baby go go go someone]

006 || Video

[usavatar]

[He considered making this a voice or a text entry on the network for the sake of avoiding... well, people - but ultimately that would raise more questions with those who know him. Civilian clothes, calm demeanor, utterly meaningless political smile.]

I hope you're all faring all right with the changes in our environment and the requirements that puts on its population. I'm used to rationing, but I understand that it's probably and adjustment for those of you that are not.

Peggy and I had an idea about that - we wanted to see if there was any interest in a communal pot luck, periodic until things normalize.

Additionally, we wanted to see what people thought of a resource pool of food and nonperishables held in the... should I just call it a community center? That's how we'd like the space to serve during peacetime.

Um. [A small laugh.] Sorry, I lost my train of thought. As I was saying, we'd like to work on what amounts to a food bank for the duration of the rationing and possibly longer, if it proves useful and necessary. Donations are of course encouraged, particularly from those whose enterprises are not as effected by the restrictions currently in place.

[The empty warmth briefly dissipates, leaving Steve militant all out of proportion to what he says next.] To pre-empt those who think it's naive, ill-advised, et cetera, we would be monitoring the intake and distribution of goods to ensure that no single party exploits the generosity of contributors. I think as a charitable model it's a good one.

[He clears his throat and settles back in his chair.]

I'm not much good with plants, but if we could get space on the roof of the building, it might do some good to have a garden up there as well.


[100% JARVIS-assisted encryption to Evandau]

Sir. I would like to discuss, in person and at your earliest convenience, a potential threat to the safety of the Foreigner population. And also inquire after the well-being of Miss Namorita Prentiss, who you have in custody.


[ACTION FOR PEGGY]

[Done. He switches off the console and tilts his head back, inspecting the ceiling of the apartment with one of those vague and pointless realizations regarding how few people ever look up.

He scrubs his face with both hands and gets up, going to the kitchen to wet a cloth and press it against his face, then neck, mentally reciting passages from the books he'd read before Keeliai and snatches of songs to try and keep his thoughts from going back to the lab Natasha described and its contents. It doesn't work especially well.]

Video

[wholenewstory]

[Cass gives the console a little wave. Her smile is light, but a little uncertain. She doesn't make entries like this often; she doesn't like the spotlight, the focus on the words she's speaking.

But this could be important.]

So, um. Some of you know I - went to the mines. In the mountains. Got back yesterday.

Didn't...find much. Carts, that they used. [The smile fades.] And...bodies. That were just...left there. [She'd considered bringing them back, even if she had to do it one at a time, but she didn't know if that would be...disrespectful.]

Looked like - they fell, usually. Didn't see any, um. Foul play.

[A beat.]

That's it. ...What - did I miss?

005: [Video]

[alpha_squad_leader]

[Victor isn't a happy lizard right now. He looks tired and annoyed but he offers a wave to the camera before he starts talking.]

The rationing is bad enough but on top of that, my boss seems like he's trying to be as irritable as Wolverine usually is. All this mold that showed up is getting on my nerves too. Cleaning it up at work and the coming home to clean it up here is just too much. [He shakes his head.] Add in the cracks showing up all over the place and this annoying fog that's been showing up for the past few nights and I'm ready to get out of here.

Is there anyone out there that's got some extra room and wouldn't mind if Santo and I crashed with them for awhile? [He's worried about Santo and his big rocky self.] At least until whatever is going on stops?

✦ 004 ✦ [VIDEO]

[backwordscompatible]

[Zatanna's expression and tone appear oddly neutral for someone who looks like they just for into a fight with a tree and lost.  Her hair is slightly a mess, with bits of twig still sticking out the back, and there's a shallow cut across one cheek trickling blood down the side of her face.  Clothing rumpled, and covered with bits of bark and dirt.]

How paranoid would it make me seem if I asked how long it takes for a decaying treehouse to no longer be considered structurally sound?  Because, Wizard of Oz jokes aside, I'm not really looking to have any more surprises [literally] "dropped" on me anytime soon.  




{Private @ 100% Encyrption To: Annabeth}

I heard Eva's here.  Has she contacted you yet?

IV. the real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial.

[epigrammatical]

[Video post. Henry is at home, looking as unruffled as ever. He is not smoking, however, and some people may realise that this is somewhat unusual. In an oblique way, he is looking to recruit someone—or perhaps multiple someones—who might be willing to run specialised errands for him, per this post.]

Though bodily hunger may grow with the new regulations, it seems that hunger for knowledge grows no less. I've a friend—a bookseller in the Wood sector—who needs assistance with deliveries, and I promised that I would ask about for anyone who might wish for additional occupation.

[Private to Bryn]
How are you, my dear? Bearing up well under the changes, I hope?

[Private to Alcuin]
How have you been faring with the recent turn of events?

[Private to Dorian, text, basic encryption (because he doesn't know better)]
In the event your cigarette-case is too hollow, there is a remedy to be found.

[now with correct journal. /facepalm]