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[Voice today since Jehan is using the device in Grantaire's apartment and doesn't want everyone to see the miserable lump of humanity that is their resident former drunk. Seriously, it's not pretty. There's two reasons for this post. The first he gets to right away.]

As there are many people from what to me is the future, I am hoping someone might be able to help. I've a friend who...is not taking to the rationing of wine and other alcohol very well. He has been ill for most of this month and while he is starting to look a bit healthier, I was wondering if the future had developed some method or tincture or...anything, really, to help with the dizziness and fatigue.

[And the shakes, just in case they come back. And the nausea. But he won't get into that mess.]

I thank you in advance.

[There's a brief pause before he moves on to the second point. He sounds a little unsure]

I understand that, several days ago, others may have had strange dreams. I, too, had one, and while I cannot remember most of it, I do distinctly remember waking up with the idea that someone had told me the turtle--Tu Vishan, that is--might enjoy company. Obviously he cannot speak with us, but perhaps simply having people closer to him might help him recover. A strange idea, I know, but if having company helps humans why would it not help our host? I cannot make my way towards his head at the moment, but others could if they were so inclined. It is just a thought.

seriouslytwisted

[All right Raph has had enough of Leo crawling all over his shell about this so he's going to do a Thing, both to piss off his brother and make a point. They're finally in a place where they can walk around in broad daylight -like they should be allowed to do in the first place- and Leo still insists on meeting people in the middle of the night and skulking around and using FUCKING TEXT OF ALL THINGS RAPH IS NOT USING TEXT THE KEYS ARE TOO SMALL FOR HIS HUGE FINGERS, LEO

So he's just going to. Pose a question.]

Okay people, show of hands. How many of you actually care about the fact that there's a ton of us mutants here?

-Except for Dan, I don't care what you think. [Sorry Dean, he still doesn't remember your stupid name.]

urbanmagic

Sooo I am guessing that popping up in this place is the norm here, right? So are the freebies, which are really nice of these guys to offer. I'm guessing that this isn't earth though, so I can't exactly IM a location.

Not that I have my phone with me. [Oh boy. Hopefully dad won't freak... or the guys... or--- yeah okay, hopefully no one notices. On the plus side, not the Reach. On the down side, not Earth either.]

Anyway, little warning for the guys I'm sharing a place with. Hi, I'm Traci, if you find a strange girl coming into your home, don't be weirded out okay? I swear I come in peace. I have a peace offering too!

But wow, this place is a lot different from where I've been. I even saw a feathered cow on the way. [Wait, hold on, getting derailed.] I-- oookay, I had a reason to chat on this thing. So hi again, nice to meet you all. Any chance a lovely person out there would be willing to give me a second tour of the place? And maybe a history lesson, since I think I got the basics down, but I'm most likely missing a ton of things I need to know.

That's about it, I think. Thanks for any help I could get.

sureisaguy

[ The video feed loads and Mikey comes into view, frowning in concentration with his tongue sticking out. Computers are not his best subject. After about ten seconds he seems to realize that he's broadcasting and leans in, grabbing the console screen as if he can see everyone if he just gets close enough. ]

Uhhh... hello? This thing on?

[ He waves a two-fingered hand in front of the camera and sits back slightly. ]

So um, anyone know if this turtle gets DSL? 'Cause I gotta send a word back to my bros and I can't find the internet thingy on this computer.

[ Squinting at the console, a look of understanding dawns on his face. ]

Ohhhh what if I press--

littlecousin

[Hello turtle, it's Nita, looking blond and perky, per the usual. She is, unbeknownst to the object of her not-very-complicated plan, helping.]

Who here can get hit by a speeding tractor trailer and shake it off? ...Or for those of you from universes that don't have cars, uh...get hit by an angry dragon, I guess.

[She realizes that maybe that's a weird question, and adds:]

...Asking for a friend.

[No, really. Hi, Dr. Banner!]

Not for anything nefarious, unless you think meeting new people is nefarious.

[And in that case, she can't help you.]

michaeljangelo

So...okay. Here's the thing. I can live frugal. I'm good at living frugal. There are fewer people out there who can dumpster dive as efficiently as I can. Trust me, my stone soup? Is amazing. I can make a Reclaimed Tuna Casserole Surprise that will knock your socks off.

As awesome as I am, even I can't make something from literally nothing, which is kind of what I've got at the moment. I say kind of because I have a whole bunch of little pots of home-made Floating Fruit preserves, jams, and jellies, and now that I'm officially out of money, I'm looking to trade them for...anything edible that isn't floating fruit. I've had my fill, thanks.

So, anyone out there interesting in jam for say...chocolate?
Or jam for bread?
Or jam for...seriously, anything.

aenseidhe

[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]

I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.

[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]

quipster

[The terminal comes to life and before it a newcomer sits, leaning back slightly in the chair that he found before it. His eyes are on the bottom of the screen, looking through options that are available and then he realises that yes--he's did get that right, he's seen harder things to navigate. There is a look of relief that passes over his features as he leans slightly forward and while he certainly does not seem annoyed at the situation, there is hint of confusion in those purple eyes; perhaps perplexed, if not mildly amused.] I've seen some crazy things throughout the years--and trust me, living underwater has it's advantages in that department but a giant turtle that deals with you hanging around and populating it's shell?

Now that's patience. I've been told by a reliable source that turtles can have quite an attitude on them, but so I'm assuming that it's not taken a swipe to try to clear all you off as I think the setting would be a little different. More apocalyptic aftermath than street party festival from what I'm seeing.

[He's heard the speech, he's seen the locals and if anything he can feel the tension but the figure is that this could be something obvious, considering they bring complete strangers out of nowhere and throw them into the locals lives. Biting down on his lower lip for a moment in thought though, he is quiet for a moment before returning his attention to the viewer, and when he does there is an attempt at a smile; a teasing lilt to his voice.] Maybe he enjoys the celebration though--now that's not something you expect to see waking up from well--what was supposed to be a permanent sleep, I imagine. And speaking of that, this whole in-between idea. I thought purgatory was supposed to be boring. Doesn't seem to be the case here. I suppose it's best to ask here--since apparently it's the Emperor's business but, maybe you can tell me.

[A pause.]

What are the chances of seeing someone you thought that well, you might have never seen again? Death is the issue, I suppose but since apparently they can bring people from it, do they tend to do that regularly around these parts?

stagethreeclinger

[ So, Roy hasn't been around that long, but he's gotten to know Keeliai, the natives, heard about the Emperor and definitely picked up on the tension between foreigners and the Kedan, but just out right asking about What The Hell Is Wrong With This Place seems a little too obvious. And lame.

And this way is much more fun. ]

Okay so is there a part of living on the back of a giant magic turtle that isn't supposed to be completely awesome? Because a lot of you seem to be really bummed about it, and I'm starting to think it's more than just a strong case of Stick Up The Ass going around.

[ And frankly, Roy likes looking like the idiot. He raises up a hand holding some kind of Kedanian smoothie in the cafe he's seated in, and gives an 'okay, humor me' kind of gesture. ]

Let's pretend for two seconds that you're all actually the most boring people ever and the part where we're on a monster turtle isn't enough for you - you're getting what's practically a free vacation. A beautiful city on a tropical island that's really more like a cruise, and even a space you can go sit near Yurtle's massive head and zen your neurotic brains out. The closest we have to that at home is legalizing pot.

I know I'm inviting a sea of sarcastic quips to kill my buzz about the whole badass Suessical adventure, so let's try to be organized and civil about this - there's only so much scathing sardonicism I can handle at once. Please fill out the attached form and get back to me:

Your Name: Self explanatory.
Your Age: It'd probably explain some things, I'm jussayin.
Level of Suck of Your Homeworld: On a scale of Fantasia to Bambi. Just trying to keep some perspective.
Your Complaints About Our Magical Turtle Adventure: Let it all out, brothers and sisters. Testify.
Notes: Whatever. How's my hair?

Thank you for your participation! Here is a wavier for your free snow cone! Not really. Sorry.

[ Oh wait, just this last piece here: ] Also, if you know anyone who likes to run around in tights and a mask, maybe a cape, let me know? Thanks! [ A little salute, and he signs out. ]

[[ ooc; If you could, please fill out his permissions post ova hurr, and here's the html for his little questionnaire thing :>

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jacketswag

[Witness one black eye, two splinted fingers, several exciting bruises, various superficial cuts. There's a big old nick in his leg, too, but nobody gets to see that because Guy's sitting down. Lounging, even.]

[Dramatic entrance. He's making one. Or a dramatic second entrance, anyway.]

I gotta ask if that's how all newcomers are treated. That whole song-and-dance about In Between? Not that I ain't heard weirder, I've heard weirder. But it's up there.

There oughta be something more than a hayride, though. Where's the feasting? Where's the celebration of my glorious arrival? I gotta tell you, I am not impressed.

bindsthedead

[Sabriel looks exhausted, but there's a certain note of satisfaction in her voice as she speaks.]

Atam was... interesting. I found several rather interesting things there. [Two of them are laid out behind her- a trident and a sword.] Including two books of Charter Magic from my own world. The shopkeeper said he simply found them one day, which brings me to my next point. [A brief look of anxiety comes over Sabriel's face, and her tone becomes something between a student giving a presentation and a teacher giving a lecture.]

I know the kedan are unfriendly, and that many here cannot defend themselves. Since I was a child, I have been taught how to wield a sword, and was tutored at my school in the basics of sorcery, and I want to share that knowledge with those who may need it to protect themselves.

[And Sabriel's long white fingers trace a glowing symbol in the air- the mark for light, to be specific, and lets it collapse into a bright pinpoint of light, illuminating the room.]

Charter Magic is not a toy, and can be a powerful tool in the hands of the skilled- a tool to harm, create, heal... or do many other things, if you know the correct symbols and have the power to use them properly.

[Sabriel lets herself relax a little.]

If anyone has any questions or would like a further demonstration, I would be happy to answer any such request here. And I have one inquiry of my own- is there any business in Keeliai that will hire foreigners?

[ooc: More info here (And please comment so I can keep track of how many people have already signed up) and here, for more info. Comment in either entry for ooc questions!]

littlecousin

[Hey folks, it's Nita! She's back and seems a little the worse for wear--her hair and skin are looking dry, and she's not nearly as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual.]

Uh, hi everyone. I'm out of jail. [Obviously. And she's displaying no awareness that leading with that might give new people the wrong impression.] I'm fine. Evandau just wanted someone to harass about the cloning facility. [She's checked the network and seen that Percy went public with that.]

I might be butting in here [and she clearly doesn't care] but has anyone taken any technological steps to remediate the ecological damage? [Nita does not usually break out words like "remediate."] I ran some numbers on carrying capacity, and it's not pretty. [She holds up a sheet of paper covered with equations in her handwriting and a truly terrible overhead drawing of the turtle labeled with various scribbled notes and arrows.] I want someone to check my math, though. Mister Stark? Or somebody. I made a lot of assumptions and I probably missed something.

[Accompanying the video transmission is a text file in English that has her math transcribed. It's a back-of-the-envelope solution based on a lot of conservative assumptions and oversimplified in places, but all the calculations are right, and Nita clearly knows a lot about ecology and the math behind specific problems like soil erosion and agricultural output. The file does not, sadly, include ASCII art of her turtle diagram.

Nita's conclusion is that Keeliai is in trouble unless Something Is Done.]

Anyway, I'd be interested in talking to the engineering and science types about this, 'cause I think we can at least buy some time even if we can't fix the underlying problem.

( encrypted 30% to Arthur, Mera, Kaldur, Percy, Septimus, Amon, Tarrlok, and Finnick )

( encrypted 30% to Kon )

[OOC: Anyone capable of hacking the default encryption, go ahead! Nita just hits the button labeled ~~"Batman please read this"~~"private" and calls it good.]

springsforward

[It's EASTER!

If you don't believe in the Easter Bunny still, then this post is going to be very boring for you. You'll just be seeing a bunch of happy kedan children hanging around the monitor.

For the rest of you, though, Aster is looking proud as can be, despite still appearing a bit tired and disheveled from all the work he's been doing trying to stave off the decay in the Wood Sector. He always makes time for Easter, so that only added to his workload, but it was a good kind of stress.]

It's strange to be celebrating Easter again when it was only a few weeks ago for me, and this isn't much of a second go, but I'm not about to pass up the chance to make up for the last one.

[He puffs up his chest a little.]

Besides, a place like this could use some new beginnings right now... And a little hope.

So, enjoy the baskets and the chocolate, and I'm going to be giving my all to keep the Wood Sector green today. For this one day at least, spring will have sprung. And if the Emperor or whoever else gives you trouble for having more food than you're supposed to, you send them to me. This place can have the entire year, but Easter is still my day.

[OOC: Bunny has been working hard the past few days, and this morning before the sun rose, he delivered an Easter basket to every kedan child and every foreigner, child and adult, in the city. The baskets aren't that grand, but he put a little green ans some flowers with each of them, and inside there are a few colored eggs and one chocolate bunny. Enjoy!

This post is good for action spam too! If your character wants to find him hanging out with the kedan children all day, or if you have a night owl that would run into him while he was delivering his precious googies around the turtle!]

iwillnotlookback

[ The girl on the screen looks younger than her years, and she is still rather young. Only sixteen, the burnt-away stubble of silvery-blonde hair highlights her sharp cheekbones and draws attention to her large violet eyes in a way that makes her look like a doll. A very feral sort of doll. Her expression can be best described as a mixture of irritation, weariness, and childlike curiosity. And over it all a mask of regality. Nearly bald and ragged-looking she may be, she still looks every inch a queen. ]

Tell me, are all our dear hosts so exceptionally skilled in making obeisance and providing obfuscation for their master? I ask the reason for my presence and they tell me that knowledge is the Emperor's. I demand to know where my dragon is and they simper and apologize. Not one will deign to give me a clear answer, only riddles. More riddles. I am weary of riddles.

[ Dany sighs, a certain something in the way her eyes slip briefly closed betraying just how very tired she is. It never ends, does it? At least she is clean now. The first thing she did when the kedan led her to her quarters was bathe, soaking away her aches and pains and scrubbing off the accumulated weeks' worth of filth and blood in water heated near to boiling. Merely world-weary is marginally better than being both world-weary and filthy. ]

Very well. If we are to be companions in entrapment, we might at least know one another. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, a khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of Meereen and rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I would know you, and whatever you can tell me. [ Pause. ] And if you have seen a dragon, say, the size of an aurochs, colored black and red, I would know that too. You will be well rewarded, I swear. Though I beg you not to approach him, as his temperament is…quite volatile.

relentlesstide

[For anyone who might have seen the lighter Arthur during the snow event, or even before then, that isn’t the man sitting in front of the console today. This is every bit King Orin, solemn and serious, businesslike despite still being damp from the canals. Mera is sitting in his lap so that both of them show up in the video, looking just as solemn, displeased almost. Whatever it is, it’s something that concerns them both, obviously. Arthur is the one who speaks first.]

The marine life in the canals are showing signs of distress. Something is wrong with the water, and I believe it’s getting worse. They’re... starving. [A flash of worry breaks through the serious expression; he’s been picking up on a lot of this distress in the last twenty four hours or so, finding it difficult to tune out.]

[Mera speaks up next, shifting a bit in her husband’s lap] While I can’t speak for the condition of the sea life as well as Arthur can, I can confirm that there is absolutely something wrong with the water. [She holds her hand up to the camera. In it is a cube of what looks like hardened, very cloudy water.] I’ve taken a sample from the canal but science isn’t exactly my area of expertise.

The marine life in the Water Sector are dying slowly. I know there are those of you who don’t care about the life being lost, but this will likely affect everyone who lives in this sector. And if you rely on the water in the canals, please be careful. [The shadow of a slight grimace crosses his expression for a second, a headache maybe, from so much psychic distress.]

[Mera frowns, ducking a bit to press a kiss to Arthur’s temple. She doesn’t care who sees her being affectionate with him.] And if there is anyone who would like a sample of the canal water to look at, well, I’ll happily provide you with one. I can make more cubes like this one.

[ooc: Green is Mera, regular text is Arthur. Both will be responding.]

flawedgoods

[If Favrielle looks distracted and not quite as polished as she usually does, it's because she didn't sleep much last night, and is very clearly worried.]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Nita--that is, Namorita Prentiss, in the last twenty-four hours? I expected her at dinner last night and thought perhaps she had just forgotten, but I'm having difficulty reaching her. She's not responded to my private messages...

[She pauses, a moment, as if expecting an answer, and then continues.]

For those of you not acquainted, she's average height, blonde, and beautiful, really. Her ears taper to a point at the top, and she has wings on her ankles. If anyone has any news of her whereabouts, it would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

kelpful

[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.

[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.

[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]

Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.

walkingwmd

[Hello everyone, have an unimpressed looking girl...in a bright yellow hazmat suit?]

Sooooo...Asianish fantasyworld, huh? Yeah, because that hasn't been done before. At least this seems to be a real place and not some offensive land of the stereotypical created for the amusement of the ignorant American masses. Because, seriously? Wow, whoever writes all that crap has to be some sort of nasty fetishist or something. No, sir, I will not be your precious yamato nadeshiko waifu nor am I a seductive kunoichi, so get lost.

[She lets out a disgusted sigh.]

Guess I was about due for this kind of thing to happen to me. Can't be a superhero without weird stuff like time travel and alternate universes and dying only to come back to life later...

Does anyone know who among us "foreigners" has been here the longest? Totally okay with all the room I've got to myself around here, but that's not enough to buy my approval when it comes to the idea of staying.

apologiesmyking

[Kaldur takes in the location as calmly as he can after having the strange location explained to him. He knows that this is a city on the back of a turtle—which sounds vaguely like something out of one of the books on surface-dweller mythology he had read once—but why he had been chosen and how cut off his final memories were before arriving here was still a mystery.]

It is said that to better understand your surroundings you must look at it with many eyes. [He is formal, but genial. He does not wish to start a confrontation on his first day.] I am known as Aqualad. It is a very…unique situation in which I find myself. Where we are and how we may have come to be here has been explained to me, but I would greatly appreciate any further information that those who come before me are willing to provide. The frequency of arrivals, whether others have managed to leave before, and general disposition of the native inhabitants would be very helpful. Those I have met so far have been...amicable, I can say.

[If none respond, he will have to seek a less direct route of coming by the information. He bows his head slightly, but visibly.] Thank you for your time.

queenoftheseas

[Mera looks less than pleased as she stands in front of the terminal, arms folded over her chest. It's probably about time she spoke to people herself but she's not happy about it. Gotta try to be less grouchy than Arthur though]

I really do not appreciate being plucked out of the sea like some kind of fish. I don't appreciate being tossed into a cart after being plucked from the sea either. I'm not a trout waiting to be sold in a market. [She's really just complaining because this is weird. Better to complain than to seem lost]

Did if ever occur to anyone that I might be happier in the sea? No, of course not. Why would you ask someone if they would rather stay in the water than be brought up onto land.

[She lets out a calming breath, pinching the bridge of her nose]

I'm sorry. Being irritated really won't help anything and it's not the point right now anyway. What I want to know is how many people here are familiar with Atlantis, have heard of it or are even from there? I know my husband has already spoken to some of you but I want to speak to you myself. It's not all that important but I'm curious. [She considers asking about the Justice League too but she knows that some of Arthur's "friends" are rather secretive. That might not be received well]

That's it, I suppose. This is nonsense...

Tu Shanshu

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