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[kazilik]

[There is a very disgruntled dragon peering at the camera. She’s a bit of a terrifying sight, being large and red and spiky and ...well, there’s definitely steam coming out of those spikes. She leans close and nudges the screen carefully with her nose, then settles back.]

This place seems very dull to me, I cannot imagine why I was brought here if there is nothing interesting, at all, going on. There is not even a proper aerial corps or a navy, so how is one supposed to gain capital? It is very rude to be snatched up out of one’s home, you know, and placed upon the back of a large turtle without so much as a by-your-leave. [There’s a bit of a huff, and steam obscures the camera for a moment, and then Iskierka has subsided into a sulky pile of curls.]

Granby will certainly be asking after me, even if what the people say here is so, that we are in-between. [And there’s another annoyed little grumble. She has never had patience for this sort of thing.]

I have already lost track of him once, I shall not do so again. Pray, has anyone seen a tall, dark-haired man about? He would be in a fine coat -- gold braid and green, and he is called John Granby. Tell him Iskierka is looking for him, and she is quite alright, but I should like to see him. If you are keeping him from me, I will find him.

Spell 01 - Video

[eye_of_isis]

[The feed clicks on to a very annoyed blondish/reddish haired girl with purple stripes in her hair. When she speaks, she has a British accent, though it’s not very strong. Those knowledgeable about ancient Egypt and its mythology might recognize the amulet around her neck—it’s a Knot of Isis or a tyet]

I don’t care about these kedan blokes or the turtle—though I am sorry he’s sick and all, it really isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do to help him, you’d want Jaz for that—I just want to get home. I am a very busy girl who has no time for any of this Tu Whatever nonsense. If anyone as seen my father, and trust me you can’t miss him, please let him know that Sadie’s here and is really very unamused by all of this. He's Dr. Julius Kane.

[She pauses, which for those listening is probably a blessing since she didn’t seem inclined to stop talking. She starts right back up, though]

I’m also looking for Carter Kane, Amos Kane, Zia Rashid, or Walt Stone. [Should she...oh, it can't hurt] Or maybe a small, really ugly man named Bes. I mean it when I say he’s ugly, there is no way you’d forget about him if you saw him he is that ugly. And he’s proud of it, so don’t anyone start trying to lecture me on damaging someone’s self-esteem or whatever. Or even Isis or Bast, who again you really can't miss. But if anyone’s seen or heard of any of those people, let me know straight away.

[She hesitates before shutting the feed off. What else can she say? Hopefully name dropping Isis would get whoever was in charge of this place to send her back]

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[loveandloyalty]

[The person who sits in front of the console is tall, handsome, dark-haired and with a neatly trimmed beard. He's wearing a smile, and a rather old-fashioned style linen shirt - at the corner of the screen a bit of a pile of shimmering green plate armor is visible in the lovely Fire Sector suite, and he has a piece in front of him, beautifully wrought with a pair of stag's antlers worked into the golden metal. The blood has been washed off it, but there is a thin, clean cut through it, and if you really look, the man's hands are trembling, just a little.]

What a fascinating method of communication. Certainly quicker than ravens, if what I have been told is true. I- Well, I seem to have been- ah, separated, from the Lord Commander of my Rainbow Guard. I am certain he is just protecting my wife, Queen Margaery, but- I must speak with him immediately. [The words come with an easy smile and an air of confidence, but deep beneath it there's a sort of tremor of urgency - he needs to see Loras, he doesn't know what's happened, beyond what these kedan have told him, and he isn't sure he can believe it yet. And of course they know nothing of what happened at home, how the battle with Stannis went, who is alive or dead, which makes him worry - those are his men, his army, and he wasn't there-]

I would also appreciate recommendations for a skilled blacksmith who can perhaps repair my armor, this... cut in my gorget is quite unsightly. I would hate to go about looking like a hedge knight. [His statement is accompanied with a little laugh, but actually he can hardly look at it without feeling sick to his stomach, remembering- no, he doesn't want to think about it.] I assure you, I pay handsomely. Or... will, when I have access to my funds again.

[There's a noticeable pause as his hand hovers by the button to turn the video off, and he looks a little more unsure before he finally asks,] Also, I- How do you get blood stains out of wool?

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[backinakidflash]

[The feed clicks on to reveal a red-headed teen with yellow eyes, who's currently peering at the device like it's going to explode.]

Okay, power button. Check. I thought this could be like that episode of The Twilight Zone where they execute people by blowing up in their rooms and that maybe someone was clever for a change and made the self-destruct button look like the on/off. But! Obviously not, because I'm still here.

I think I'm getting paranoid. It's like there's this voice in my head going -

[Bart holds two fingers up to either side of his head, so they stick up through his hair like ears.]

"Trust nothing."

[He puts his arms down, and he really drops them. They're just suddenly gone, and the camera picks up maybe two frames of the action, but even that's a little lost in a yellow flash. Bart only laughs with relief.]

Hey! Look at that, they weren't lying about that either. Now, if it would just hurry up and work all the time.

So, uh. Hi. Bart Allen. Anyone know where to find the games on this thing? I gotta pass the time until the rest of you slow down.

[001] Video

[rosehasthorns]

[The face that shows on the video is young, about seventeen, and framed by a tumble of brown curls. Dark brown eyes regard the console with some confusion before the young man speaks. He's wearing a plain white tunic and discarded armor can be seen on the floor behind him, as well as a bright white cloak. When he shifts in his seat, a sword can be seen on his hip]

 

We have nothing like this in Westeros. Not even in King's Landing....

 

[The comment seems to be more to himself than anyone else and is quickly forgotten. A frown replaces the previous look of confusion on his pretty face and he rests his chin in his hand. Normally this is the part where the false courtesy would come out but...he doesn't care right now]

 

This is not where I last was and not where I was meant to be going. Am I truly to believe this nonsense about a "place between life, death and dreaming"? To me that sounds like a poor attempt at softening the blow that you are dead. [Which doesn't bother him, really. He thinks that should probably disturb him a little but it just doesn't] And if that is the case, this is the strangest afterlife. Not that I ever believed in such a thing but....

 

[The frown melts away briefly and is replaced by a much more unsure look, as if he wants to ask something but at the same time doesn't want to hear the answer to it. The look isn't there for long before the frown returns]

 

Or at the very least it is an attempt to conceal information, which seems just as pointless. I suppose I'm just going to have to accept that there is nothing about this that is not going to seem ridiculous to me. Regardless, I would like to know if anyone has seen a maiden of about sixteen years who....well, in truth, she looks a great deal like me. If she is here I should like to speak with her. [AKA "Margaery if you are here I need you now". Margaery would know what to do]

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[definingfuture]

[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.

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[rosenbridges]

[ For at least...twenty seconds, Jane was absolutely certain that she'd managed to teleport herself to wherever she is right now. Once she'd come to her senses and listened with a kind of detached interest to the -- kedan? is that what they were called? -- explain to her where she was, she'd realized that the situation was much different than she'd originally thought.

She'd turned on the computer and scrolled through, taking note that she's not the only newbie. She hunches over her black notebook with her arm curled protectively around the leather bound pages as she scribbles. She looks up briefly, makes sure the audio/video is on, then continues writing without missing a beat.

Weird and abnormal? Now totally a staple in Jane's life.

Kind of. ]

Just curious – on average, what’s the usual time frame people arrive and how many appear at any given time? Would anyone be willing to compare any notes they might have about this? I'm really interested in how this keeps happening.

[ Rosenbridges and all.

She pauses in her writing just long enough to introduce herself. ]

I'm Dr. Jane Foster, by the way. [ Her pen wavers and she frowns. ] We're not dead, right?

003 ☾ video | 100% encrypted to Catty, Annabeth, Percy, and Leo

[fatedchaos]

[Vanessa has literally been sitting on this information for months, letting it turn over and over in her head, as if she could make sense of it. It's not like it doesn't make sense. Being told that you're straight up a clone makes it a little hard to dispute, all things considered.

That makes it even worse, she supposes. And she's not told anyone about it, so any crisis she's had have been dealt with alone.

But she has friends now, people she absolutely trusts, and she's not really ready to tell the entire population that their bodies aren't technically their own.

So here she sits, biting her lip as she stares at the camera.]

Um, okay. So, after Percy made his post about the discovery of the cloning facility, I needed to know... more. [A beat.] I mean, hey. Sorry to dump this on you suddenly and out of nowhere, guys.

[A nod.] I went to the Emperor. She was surprised that I was asking about it, like a good sort of surprised. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, I asked her what that facility was all about. Like, why do we even have clones? [She has no idea how to get straight to the point, which is why she fidgets a bit, her upper arms going translucent.] She told me that organic matter can't be brought through to this place. That our bodies are clones. It's our souls in here. [She presses a hand to her chest.] But these aren't our original bodies, and there are more. There have to be more bodies, because I think that means she can just bring us back when we're going up against, you know. And there have to be more facilities, right? Because more people show up all the time!

[Vanessa pauses, takes a breath, and tucks a curl behind her ear.] What do we do?

video post; oo1

[tearsdownthesky]

[When the video turns on, there sitting in the chair is a tanned, black haired, wild looking woman, with a glass of something in her hands. She's drumming her fingers against her arm from where it's crossed, a huge tribal tattoo decorating the arm. She certainly doesn't look happy to be here, but oddly enough, not that freaked out.

When she starts talking, her voice is quite distinctly Australian, but if you asked her where she was from, she'd certainly not reference 'Down Under'. The voice is also a little husky, harshened by the fact she's exhausted and had a drink to help quell her anxiety. Not that she'd ever admit to it.]

Seems like this place is fulla lost people, but not the people I'm lookin' for. [she pauses, taking a long drink from a glass she's holding. She seems strained, like she's frustrated it's have to even come to this, to stretching out and asking for help, and she's hesitant to start.]

Lady Luck is not shining on me today. [she gives a wry laugh, and takes another swig from her drink.]

Listen, I don't remember if I was here last time--I don't remember anything that happened last time--but if anyone remembers me, contact me as soon as you can. Especially you, Vanille. [She's secretly hoping that Vanille is the only one who answers. She doesn't know what she'd do if anyone else she knew did. Her sacrifice would have been for nought. They could be dust in the wind for all she knew.]

'Till then, somebody recommend a good bar. If I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well enjoy myself and right about now, I really need to punch something.

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[fuzzyelf]

If I had known there was going to be a vacation so suddenly I would have booked first class on the coach ride. Or at least have asked the kedan before we moved out for an upgrade.

Not going to be a journey I go on again in a hurry.

[The light smile he had been playing with slowly turns downwards and his brows come closer together.]

They aren't exactly the talkative kind, are they? I'm assuming there are people here that arrived like me? I'm also going to assume that there's probably no point in asking where the exit is, huh?