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[cmdreffingshepard]

[Someone looks particularly contemplative today. She's got Captain Squeaks on the desk beside her, and he's just sort of sniffing around at her elbow while Shepard absently scritches behind his little ears.]

For a long time, I thought a few more people from my world showing up here would probably be a good thing. [She rubs at the back of her neck.] After all, fighting a war against an ancient, unknown evil is... kind of what we were doing back home, and my crew? They're all really good at what they do. They're the best.

But having them here, I don't know. Knowing they could disappear at any time? All that uncertainty... The coming and going. Maybe it's better this way. I believe I'll make it back, eventually. I'll see them again then.

We all will.

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[bindsthedead]

[When Sabriel's face shows up on the screen, it's even paler than normal, and the dark circles under her eyes are clearly visible.]

I need to know if anyone here has any knowledge of the Realm of Death in this world beyond what we were able to find out in Sinbrilee. [A pause.] Please. It will be of considerable help in dealing with the Enemy.

And for those of you who have arrived since it attempted to attack the turtle- do not underestimate it. Do not speak its name. It is every bit as dangerous as you were told it was, and possibly more. And it can corrupt people's minds- or possess them outright. And it is not going to be stopped by guns, or swords, or the simpler forms of magic. We must find a way to destroy or bind it, or it may follow us back to our own worlds, and do there what it has already done here.

We need to keep the turtles safe. They're- they're babies, and they represent this world's best hope for recovery. Aside from the turtle whose shell we stand on, they are the last of their kind.

( Locked to Evandau )

( Locked to Asshole Secret Service )

( Locked to students )

( Locked to Amon )

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[casaerotica13]

[Okay, so partying didn't help the overall dreary atmosphere. He's rationalized with himself that he just needs to get used to the place, is all. Part of that was enjoying it, 'cause it could be way worse. Two of his big brothers could be here wanting to rip the other and the surrounding life apart. Could always be worse.]

[Besides, his company wasn't taken away, but simply replaced.]

[Gabriel has a floating cat next to his terminal. Like all good cats, Khoshekh is blocking Gabe's view of the screen, so the observer would see a floating, sleeping cat with an angel's eyes peaking over him.]

So, I'm the proud owner slash temporary babysitter for this kitty-kitty here. His name is Khoshekh and he loves tuna like you wouldn't believe. Can anyone think of good nicknames for Mr. Whiskers before I start calling him Kosher?

[Cause it's inevitable... Gabriel pauses a moment before continuing.]

As an aside, anyone wanna get hammered tonight or something? I'm bored.

[Looking for some more distractions is more like it, but he's good! Really!]

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[skybluejeep]

Welp. I'm getting kinda sick of this part of life here. Any old time we can stop with the random vanishings, that'd be stellar.

Isaac Lahey's suite is empty. He's gone. No idea when that happened. Allison Argent also vanished earlier this month. So that's a thing that's happened.

So, now that my abandonment issues have really been given plenty of fuel to last me through at least my mid-life crisis, a question. Last month due to the generosity of Tony Stark, I got my jeep back. Through careful conservation, I've managed to keep her running.

Except now a certain little dial is hovering just above the E on the left, and I'm kinda screwed. Anybody know where a guy can get his hands on some highly-refined petroleum? I'm not picky, the jeep can run on 87 octane, don't need any of that high-falutin' 93 stuff. Because, you know, the back of a giant turtle is probably full of crude oil deposits.

Oh, wait.

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[scild]

[After waking up in a new world, drenched, (not at all the first impression a princess should give), and being told she has to fight in a war? Well. Please excuse her if she needs some time to adjust. This is an awful lot to take in on such short notice.

By the time she becomes comfortable enough to use her console (a feat, considering she typically leaves such matters to her friend Guy), she's made herself more presentable and manages to remain poised. As much as she's still reeling on the inside, Natalia hasn't forgotten that she's still a representative of her kingdom.]

I am Natalia, Princess of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear. I realize titles probably mean very little here, but if you would please give me a moment of your time, I'd be very grateful.

From what I understand, we have all been drafted for the same purpose. I cannot say I condone unnecessary warfare; nevertheless, now that I'm here, I won't turn my back on those who are suffering. As a master in Lanvalder-style archery and a studied healer with extensive combat experience, I'm confident that you will find no complaints about my performance.

That said, it seems I will need to support myself while I'm here. [For a moment, she sounds a little less sure of herself. This is, after all, outside of her realm of experience, but she presses on.] Naturally, my duties back home revolve around the well-being of my people. As such, I have experience in a variety of areas, including managing large-scale projects, public speaking, negotiating trade treaties, participating in rescue operations, and resolving conflicts between nations.

Is anyone in need of such a skill set? If not, I'm...most certainly willing to learn another trade.

Thank you.