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Radio Network Broadcast
Hey, everyone. It's the Turtle Tower Power Hour, brought to you by the Brazen Turtle and the Kent News Network. My name is Stiles, I'm your host for tonight's event.
But before we begin. I've been asked by a fellow "Foreigner" to bring up a subject that's a little...well. Touchy. Maybe even a little macabre. It's the elephant in the room, discussed by a lot of us, but with no real resolution. It sucks, bottom line, and I think all of us here have been affected by it.
It's the subject of being sent back to our home dimensions. Our home worlds.
Since Eshai's death at the end of December, just a few days before Christmas, we've had a grand total of thirty-four of us simply up and disappear. And the number being brought in is...roughly equivalent, yeah. A net loss overall, though. That's nearly six people going out per week. And in the time I've taken to research who they were, what their impact was on Keelai...there's no common thread. Nothing to link them. They were young and old, powerful and baseline, intelligent and...well, otherwise. They were kind, and they were cruel. They were people.
And I'd like to read off their names.
The first one to go home, the day of the murder, was Jonah Kinlock. He was followed by Rose Tyler. Willow Rosenberg. Peeta Mellark. Barry Allen. Santo Vaccarro. Hikaru Shidou. Olivia Dunham. Robert and Rosalind Lutece. Miranda Lawson. Rodimus Prime. Arnold Rimmer.
[He snorts with laughter for a second, because he is a teenage boy.]
Leonardo. Dorian Gray. Tim Drake. Gentarou Kisaragi. Raven. Peter Quill.
...Hannibal Lecter. Yes. He counts.
Ororo Monroe. Cecil Gershwin Palmer. ...Allison Argent. Jane Foster. The Archive. ...Loki Laufeyson. Raleigh Becket. Orion Pax. Bryn Zethir. Victor Borkowski. Dick Grayson.
...Isaac Lahey. Karkat Vantas. And Rory Williams.
Again, these are only the people sent home in the last six weeks. I know we've all lost more than just this short list, in the random and incomprehensible crap going on in this place. We may never find out exactly what's happening here, how the magic works, or the cloning process, or whatever BS explanation we're given this month. I don't claim to know how it all works. I have my hypotheses, but discussing them seems to give people headaches for some reason.
What I do know is that we're all here. Here and now. We can gripe and moan...or we can start to do something about it all. And I know I'd rather be active in this than just sit around with my thumb up my...ahem. Sorry. Sometimes I forget I'm on the radio and everybody can hear me.
So take a moment. Tonight. Now. Find somebody who you like to be around, and tell them that. Be with a friend, a family member, a loved one. Take an hour and talk to them. Tell them important things. Unimportant things. Talk to them. Give 'em a hug. And remember why we're all here.
That's all. Tonight's show will begin in five minutes. Thanks.
((OOC: This is being broadcast over Clark Kent's radio system. Any discussion taking place will be on the network. Thanks! The actual radio show post will go up in the logs comm tomorrow.))
But before we begin. I've been asked by a fellow "Foreigner" to bring up a subject that's a little...well. Touchy. Maybe even a little macabre. It's the elephant in the room, discussed by a lot of us, but with no real resolution. It sucks, bottom line, and I think all of us here have been affected by it.
It's the subject of being sent back to our home dimensions. Our home worlds.
Since Eshai's death at the end of December, just a few days before Christmas, we've had a grand total of thirty-four of us simply up and disappear. And the number being brought in is...roughly equivalent, yeah. A net loss overall, though. That's nearly six people going out per week. And in the time I've taken to research who they were, what their impact was on Keelai...there's no common thread. Nothing to link them. They were young and old, powerful and baseline, intelligent and...well, otherwise. They were kind, and they were cruel. They were people.
And I'd like to read off their names.
The first one to go home, the day of the murder, was Jonah Kinlock. He was followed by Rose Tyler. Willow Rosenberg. Peeta Mellark. Barry Allen. Santo Vaccarro. Hikaru Shidou. Olivia Dunham. Robert and Rosalind Lutece. Miranda Lawson. Rodimus Prime. Arnold Rimmer.
[He snorts with laughter for a second, because he is a teenage boy.]
Leonardo. Dorian Gray. Tim Drake. Gentarou Kisaragi. Raven. Peter Quill.
...Hannibal Lecter. Yes. He counts.
Ororo Monroe. Cecil Gershwin Palmer. ...Allison Argent. Jane Foster. The Archive. ...Loki Laufeyson. Raleigh Becket. Orion Pax. Bryn Zethir. Victor Borkowski. Dick Grayson.
...Isaac Lahey. Karkat Vantas. And Rory Williams.
Again, these are only the people sent home in the last six weeks. I know we've all lost more than just this short list, in the random and incomprehensible crap going on in this place. We may never find out exactly what's happening here, how the magic works, or the cloning process, or whatever BS explanation we're given this month. I don't claim to know how it all works. I have my hypotheses, but discussing them seems to give people headaches for some reason.
What I do know is that we're all here. Here and now. We can gripe and moan...or we can start to do something about it all. And I know I'd rather be active in this than just sit around with my thumb up my...ahem. Sorry. Sometimes I forget I'm on the radio and everybody can hear me.
So take a moment. Tonight. Now. Find somebody who you like to be around, and tell them that. Be with a friend, a family member, a loved one. Take an hour and talk to them. Tell them important things. Unimportant things. Talk to them. Give 'em a hug. And remember why we're all here.
That's all. Tonight's show will begin in five minutes. Thanks.
((OOC: This is being broadcast over Clark Kent's radio system. Any discussion taking place will be on the network. Thanks! The actual radio show post will go up in the logs comm tomorrow.))
If I'm parsing the OOC note right, network discussion is a go?
Yes!
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Sorry? I'm not trying to be disrespectful. Why not cool?
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[Someone has been working very hard to convince himself of that. ]
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Which might have something to do with it. Major uptick in people going home since then. Get it?
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Look, seriously, I was really careful with my research. Two of my friends from home are on that list, and my best friend was sent home before that. Not to mention all the other friends I made since I got here.
I'm sorry it came across as a funeral or something. I really didn't mean it like that. But the number of people being sent home has gone up. Which means something's going on. Which means maybe we should be paying attention to it. Regardless of who it offends.
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I'm sorry about your friends going home.
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Again. I'm sorry it came across that way.
But honestly, they're people. They're not numbers, they're not statistics, and treating them that way only fuels the fire for...I don't know. Our unnameable enemy. I won't apologize for naming names. But I am sorry one of your friends is on that list too.
[Because it's so, so freakin' obvious.]
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[Bart had almost thrown in a 'Titans together'. Old habits die hard.]
It's over the top. And it was more than one.
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Anything else? You want fries with that?
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[Bart can't think of anything else to shoot back. Nothing that isn't circling back around or falling apart into name-calling. He understands that Stiles is trying to be helpful and encouraging and all that, but he's been nervous about the 'getting sent back' element since Eshai was murdered. Coupling it with the disappearance of his grandfather has made it a topic that he's been actively avoiding.
With a deep frown, Bart abruptly cuts the feed.]
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Not that there seem to be any noticeable trends in the disappearances.
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Like I said, no common denominator. But then, there's no common denominator for the arrivals, either.
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There was a period not too long ago when many royals were being brought in.
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[He mutters that under his breath, mainly for his own amusement.]
I just don't want to spot connections where there aren't actually any. I mean, honestly, it could all be completely random.
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I certainly hope not. There's no way to predict randomness.
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I mean, I have a hypothesis but nothing concrete, you know?
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Oh? Do share.
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Because he used him as an illustrative example.]Heh. This might sound abso-fucking-lutely ridiculous, okay? Bear with me.
[He pulls up a piece of paper and a pen, and starts drawing long parallel lines across it, one after the other, angling it so Bean can see.]
Okay. So imagine that all of reality is this piece of paper. And each line I draw on it is a separate universe, with its separate time line. Always parallel. Never touching, going on into infinity. Infinite variations on infinite themes.
[Then he draws a diagonal line intersecting all his horizontals.]
This path represents Asti. The world turtle. Swimming through this physical universe...but at the same time intersecting all other timelines at random points. As Asti swims, he's grabbing bits and pieces of...stuff. People's consciousness. I don't know, it gets a bit metaphysical at that point, I haven't quite figured that out yet.
So as he grabs these bits of all of us, the clone bodies are prepared, we wake up here with all our memories, all the stuff that makes us us.
And our unnameable enemy...he's using the path Asti creates to siphon off power. Maybe. Or following him to new worlds. That's what Eshai said once, that if we didn't help fight, You Know Who would follow us home.
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The theory is sound, if a bit oversimplified.
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Regardless. Your theory makes sense. It's what we do with such a theory that will define our next move.
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Yeah, exactly. I don't even know if there is anything to do. We can't stop it, can't reverse it. It just is. Like gravity. We stick to the turtle, and the turtle swims.
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What else can you tell me about how the Emperor died? I wasn't here when it happened.
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She was what?
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Oh my god, when did you get back? This is you, right? Not some freaky doppleganger who has no idea who I am?
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[H-HI STILES... WAVES...]
But I didn't feel the difference between when I left and when I got back.
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Yeah, wow, okay. Well, first off, welcome back. Second of all, uh, welcome back at the tail end of a hideous murder mystery that's been solved and pretty thoroughly dealt with.
So, wait. You have no memory of anything that happened to you back home? You just fell asleep here and woke up here and it felt like no time passed? Okay, that's effed up.
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[Jaime shakes his head.]
Nope. As far as I know, Thanksgiving was, like, last week.
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But, plus side, Valentine's day soon, so you can OD on sweets.
Seriously, it's good to see you again, dude.
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[And now he's starting to miss Traci again, too.] I dunno if kedan-style chocolate'll be a fair enough substitute for the stuff back home, but it'll have to do.
Thanks. [A careful smile.] It's good to see you, too. Even if I feel like I saw you the other day, but. Specifics.