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[So, first, she’d almost drowned. Then, her best friend (and sort-of boyfriend) had drowned...only to come back as a zombie. Whom she had to watch die all over again. And, to top it all off, she was still suffering from the after-effects of running around while all this was happening in sopping wet clothes.]

[To put it mildly, Zatanna was not in good spirits (hah--oh, forget it). And had a few dry words for the Network:]

Some ‘world of dreams’, or whatever they’re still claiming this place is. More like one, big, slow-moving nightmare.

If I’d known the Turtle was going to find inspiration in every bad movie we watched the other night, I might’ve reconsidered picking a different theme.

[...of course, none of them had much to do with how she was actually feeling right then. Too public.]

[Her eyes were still glassy from sleep as she sneezed twice before ending the feed, message delivered.]

[But then, it switched back on as an afterthought occurred to her:]

Oh, yeah: whichever of you perverts decided to leave that tiny ‘surprise’ in the frame of my vanity mirror? I took a particular satisfaction in frying that thing. Twice.

Just so you know.

[~~’sup, Batman, she definitely just inadvertently called you a pervert. Because bugging teen girls’ rooms is incredibly rude.~~]

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[Katniss has a few healing cuts and scraps from Zombie Adventures, but she's clean and apparently recently showered, judging by the wet braid slung over one shoulder. She sits in her chair with her legs pulled up to her chest, ready to leap from it if she needs to. Her bow and quiver are visible in the background]

I want to hunt. Is there anywhere I can do that, or does this turtle have some kind of moral objection to things other than us being killed on its back?

[There's a long pause, and she almost reaches out to end the post before she remembers something] Animals. I want to hunt animals. Nothing else. That's all.

epigrammatical

[For a man of his era, Lord Henry has picked up the basics of the computer with surprising alacrity and ease. Perhaps he has been motivated by the understanding that it provides him with a platform of unprecedented scale.

So behold: a well-bred Englishman in his mid- to late-forties: if his good looks are a bit worn around the edges, he is still quite handsome in a way that suggests he cut a truly rakish figure when younger. His voice is exceptionally pleasant and musical, and when he speaks, his words are accompanied by graceful—though not excessive—gestures of his slender hands.]

I am given to understand that this device offers a podium to rival the pulpit at Westminster Abbey. Capital—although I assure you that I shall not bore you with a sermon; I can't abide a man who makes of himself an amateur curate.

Allow me to introduce myself—Lord Henry Wotton, late of London, which is not nearly so exciting as the vision of Moreau in which I now find myself. There are many questions with which I'm rather concerned at the moment, but most importantly, where does one find a tailor in this city? And, tiresome though domestic matters are, I suppose I must enquire after a valet. There are many indignities a gentleman may suffer in silence, but not an inadequate selection of poorly-pressed shirts.

virginprice

[Alcuin is too curious to stay away from the network- and besides, he's looking for someone. It's important that he begin as quickly as possible, so he makes a video post. He considered typing it, but pressing the keys to make the letters appear was just too strange. He'll save that for later.

He smiles shyly at the 'camera' that the man- or creature?- had pointed out and told him to look at when he wanted to show himself on the network. He's adjusted his shirt so that the bloodstains he arrived with don't show much, but the dark spots do show against the white fabric of his shirt, near the bottom of the screen.]

Hello. My name is Alcuin nó Delaunay and I am told that there are many in this strange city who can hear and see me now. I'm very sorry to trouble any of you, and I hope you are all well.

[He hesitates, unsure of how to phrase the next part, anxiety clear in his dark eyes.]

I have a question and a favour to ask, of anyone who might be willing to help me. My question is- has anyone met a man named Anafiel Delaunay? I hope that he is resident in this city too. If anyone has word of him, please tell me.

[He takes a breath and looks down for a moment, calming his fear that Delaunay is not there, then lifts his head and smiles.]

As for the favour, I am in need of some clothing. I have the coin that these- these, ah, kedan? That the kedan have given me. I do not know how much would be appropriate, but if someone would bring some clean clothes I will pay you. I'm afraid that I am in no state to leave my home and visit a tailor.

[It's the bloodstains. And the fact that there's this big rip that shows his stomach. It's just kind of a mess.]

Thank you very much for listening, if anyone is.

littlecousin

[Nita is sopping wet, and, unusually for her, breathing heavily. She pushed herself hard getting back to the city from the barrier so she could warn people.]

Okay, I don't want to freak anyone out-- [she herself is clearly freaked out, or at least unsettled] --but all those corpses floating around in the water? They're moving now, and they're not friendly.

[She stands up to emphasize that the outfit she's wearing has been ripped to (somehow miraculously Comics Code-acceptable) shreds. Sorry, Favrielle.]

They're not all that good in the water, but they're fast and strong and they bite really hard. And they keep going even after they've had their heads torn off. [...She overreacted, okay.]

It looks like the barrier is keeping them out, but stay out of the water.

howherolls

[ a haggard looking young man sits on a bed, his hands wringing together over and over again as he speaks. There's a hollowness to his stare, and he takes a little longer than most between his sentences, thoughtfully ]

I was working...on having responsibilities again. I baked bread starting at four in the morning until noon. At noon I fed the geese. Depending on the day, I might have free time after that, but by dinner I helped Katniss cook and I would dead-head the flowers in the garden.

The schedule...helped.

[ his hands spasm erratically for a moment, then still as Peeta clenches his jaw ]

And now I'm here. [ he offers a tight smile ] And that means I'm not feeding geese and the garden's not going anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention there's a possible deer overpopulation problem in District Twelve.

[ he sighs ]

So there go my responsibilities. And schedule. I guess this serves as a fair warning for you all.

tactile_telekinesis

[It isn't raining and his clothes are also wet, so it couldn't be due to having a shower, however Kon is dripping wet and he looks annoyed. Not at the fact he's wet, but at something else. Or maybe someone because he's staring angrily at the console and his jaw looks clenched tightly. He's not making this private, or asking to see people, he's about to blow and his blood is boiling.]

Let me tell you all straight up that that guy you know? The one with the lame ass jeans and t-shirt uniform? That guy is not me! That guy is an idiot, he's nothing like me.

[Kon has seen what has to apparently come in his future and he doesn't like it. He's pushed out with his TTK and a few things are knocked off the desk and from a small table in the background.]

You all kept things from me. You all lied to me. Why? Aw little Kon-El, let's not tell him anything about the big bad future. Did you not trust me to know this stuff? Is that it?

I know everything.

hackingyoursensors

[Despite his relatively neutral expression, this post isn't easy to make. At first, he questions the wisdom of letting everyone know Wally's gone-- one speedster, one hero, less on the Turtle-- but he knows he owes it to all of Wally's friends to let them know. Besides, someone will find out at some point anyway.

It really, really sucks to have to do this. Especially as Dick Grayson, casual acquaintance and not Robin, best friend. But he sucks it up and keeps a light, mellow demeanor.]

I saw the kedan moving stuff out of Kid Flash's apartment earlier today. I take it that means he's gone home, so I thought I'd give his friends a heads up. I didn't know him too well, but he was a nice guy.

[With a little (unnoticeable) effort, he maintains his neutral expression and switches subjects.]

On a completely different note, has anyone been to the Emperor's library? I thought about asking if I could see it-- reading nothing but poetry is starting to get to me. I just want to know if it's worth it and if she'll ask something from me in return. I don't want to be too far into her debt if I can help it.

[With a very convincing smile, the feed ends.]

[But anyone going out tonight might notice Robin is being a little extra, um, assertive at crime-fighting. Punching thugs is totally a proper way to deal with your best friend suddenly disappearing. And an important, powerful relic falling into the hands of a potentially dangerous enemy.]

traumatizing

[Anyone's who's spoken to Terry over the network before might note that he looks a lot more comfortable on video than he usually does. (The key is knowing what you're talking about instead of awkwardly trying to talk to strangers.) He's just chillin' in his suite - sans jacket, even! - looking all calm and junk and using his Professional Adult voice.]

So, uh. [gesture] I'm going to cut to the chase. My name is Terry Ward, I'm a therapist and I'm setting up a free service - I realise some people might find this unnecessary or pointless, but all things considered I'm inclined to disagree.

[everyone feel free to point out he looks about 17 and not nearly old enough to be a therapist]

I specialise in fears, anxieties and emotional trauma, though before I got here I was working for the 50 State Initiative, which was a program backed by the... active Avengers for the purpose of training people with powers in the responsible use of those powers. As a result, I've got a lot of experience with grief counselling and helping people deal with being somewhere they really don't want to be.

Like I said, it'll be free - although if you happen to feel like donating, the money will go to my boss, who's kindly letting me have the room in exchange for some overtime here and there. I'll be based out of [building in the Earth District, it has it's own door in the back so you don't have to worry about going through the store or anything like that.

It's also, as most of you would probably assume, entirely confidential unless I have reason to believe you're a danger to yourself or anyone else.

[this is where a reassuring smile would go if Terry was that kind of person, but instead he clasps his hands together and nods briefly as if to say "yes I think those are all the things I wanted to say."]

Thanks for your time.

[fingerguns]

[... stares at his hands...] I'm sorry I don't... know why I just did that.

Anway, I guess if you've got any questions, I can answer them.

suoxi

[ the feed cuts on and Inara is positioned behind the console, smiling lightly with crimson lips pulled upwards as she regarded the camer thoughtfully. She is cleaned up and prepped for a public chat, hair dried and styled as well as she was able. ]

Good evening, everyone. My name is Inara Serra, and I have recently found myself a bit out of sorts with my arrival in this strange place. I would cry kidnapping, but I hardly think that is the case.

I was wondering - and hoping - that there might just be someone I know here. Please, if you recognize me, I would greatly appreciate if it you could respond.

Also, if anyone could perhaps explain a bit more about what this place is and how I might have come to be here - and why - I would also be greatly indebted to you.

Thank you.

[ she smiles once more as she waits for responses, should they come. ]

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[There’s a girl staring at the screen with a look that’d seem almost dead if not for the intensity in her eyes. Katniss is really fucking unhappy, and it shows] It was supposed to be over. [She’s addressing the screen, but it sounds almost like she’s talking to herself.] It was supposed to be over, and they were supposed to leave me be.

[Her fingers twine around each other, drawing attention to the way her hands are scarred with burns and stretched, pale skin where it was grafted on. Observant people might note similar marks crawling up the side of her neck] They told me this emperor knows everything, but that just sounds like another word for president to me. I won’t play this game again, not ever. [Her fingers form a fist and she tears her eyes away from the screen to stare at it. She’s silent for so long, it seems almost as though she’s forgotten she was recording]

Where’s Peeta? [It doesn’t seem to have occurred to her that he might not be here.] No more games.

insecrets

[There is an incredibly beautiful young man on your screens, Tu Shanshu. He flashes a bright smile, all white teeth, but it doesn’t quite reaches his eyes. In fact, despite his seemingly happy expression, there’s something dark in those sea green eyes of his. Not that he’d ever admit it.] Now, I’ve seen some strange things in my life, mutts that are complete nightmare fuel and mockingjays that shouldn’t exist and a girl on fire. But never in my life would I have expected to find myself trapped somewhere that wasn’t an arena. Or Panem, for that matter. Are you sure that Snow isn’t behind all of this?

[He pauses for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face.] Doesn’t seem quite real. Maybe I’ve finally gone mad and they’ve dosed me up on morphling. [He nods then, more to himself than to anyone out there.] Annie would have loved this, I think.

[And then he flashes another grin.] My name is Finnick Odair, winner of the 65th Hunger Games. I come from District 4 in Panem. I’m friends with terrible people, loud and incredibly rude. [What he's saying sounds more like a recitation rather than an introduction. He slowly begins to clench his fingers into fists.] Tell me that I’m not alone. Please.

the_other_eight

[Pepper is sitting at her desk, arms crossed in front of her, datebook sitting open in front of her, and coffee sitting steaming and nearby. She looks very serious as she addresses the camera.]

Good afternoon, as some of you may know, my name is Pepper Potts. I've been doing some talking with several other ... transplants. Miss Carter informed me that there had been talk of a welcoming committee, but as of yet there has been no move to assemble such a party. As such I would like to take it upon myself to do so. This committee is entirely voluntary however. If you have no desire to join said committee then please don't comment here. If, however, you have a friendly demeanor and are good at explaining confusing and seemingly unbelievable situations to people who may or may not be confusing to you, please submit your interest to this message.

[She takes a moment to offer a soft smile to the camera before turning off the feed.]

nogutsnoglory

I figure this isn't exactly gonna work, but- it's worth a shot. You know, for prosperities sake. Hell it worked in the last place I was at, with mixed results, but whatever.

[He takes a slow centering breath, closing his eyes as silence falls over the feed. The silence lingers for a few moments more before Eddie suddenly claps his hands together, the loud noise probably startling anyone actually watching the video. His eyes staying closed as he begins to speak.]

Oh, holy, mean green and scaly giant turtle carryin' us around. That sounds good, right? You think you could like- send us home or some shit? It'd be appreciated oh, uh mighty turtle guy- or girl. Equal turtle rights, man. No discrimination for turtles, hell no.

Like, we'll solve your problems or whatever. As long as it doesn't involve stupid shit or too much terrible death, I kinda like livin'. Just like give us some fuckin' clue to what is goin' on since everyone is intent on being vague as fuck. You're like, a giant turtle so you can be honest, right?

Yeah?

[There is just silence for a moment, but Eddie doesn't seemed deterred by it as he keeps going.]

Okay, cool. We'll- give you, the fuck do turtles eat, lettuce and carrots. Giant pieces of lettuce and carrots in return and save the day too, cause I guess we're here for that apparently. Just give us a sign. Like, a good one, not that oblique shit like turtle faces on toast. That would be kinda weird.

Uh, am-turtle-men.

[Eddie opens an eye looking around. Letting the silence go on a moment before sighing.] Okay, no earth shatterin' kaboom or sign, so probably didn't work? Damn it. So much for that.

cowled

Well, this is... embarrassing, if I do say so myself.

[He laughs a little, just to prove how completely embarrassed he is. Look. Do you see his embarrassment? Because it's totally there.]

Here it is, almost literally the eve of this masquerade and I find myself without a date. I hope none of you gentlemen mind me cutting in on you when the time comes.

[His tone is a little at odds with his expression, which is patently apologetic. His voice, however, is steeped in savoir-faire. Because what playboy wouldn't be happy to go stag amidst a party of beautiful women, I mean really.]

And on that note, I would officially like to extend my gratitude to Favrielle nó Eglantine for making this event a possibility in the first place, and for sharing this aspect of her culture with us. She's been a rock of our community for some months now, and she deserves every ounce of recognition her genius affords her.

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crossestheline

Boo.

[When the feed comes to life, the face of a man in his early twenties appears. His eyes are covered with a red mask that has white slits in it. His black his is scattered and floofy, similar to how someone's hair appears after it's air dried and not been combed.]

So, I was taking a stroll through town, getting the lay of the land, and finding more information on this lovely little island of ours when I discovered the darndest thing. Turns out I was pulled away from my mission that, you know, only concerned the fate of the multiverse, to be tossed onto some giant-ass turtle. Ain't that grand?

[Jason's eyes narrow behind his mask and he pulls the video closer to his face.]

Whoever is behind, you can go fuck yourself. Seriously, what the hell is your problem? Do you want the whole damn multiverse to implode on itself?

[Shakes his head. Despite what he's been told by the locals around here, he suspects the Monitors are behind this in some way.]

Troia? Batman?

...Bueller?

mrsarcastic003

[Video opens on Tim looking... okay, not all that relaxed, but being a stranger in a strange land will kind of do that to you. Still, he's at least managing casual, leaning forward a little toward the console, resting his chin on his hands.]

So, I've had the tour. Interesting place you all have here. Pretty lively, considering. [Considering that this place is supposedly between life, death, and otherwise, it's very lively.] So what are kids these days doing for fun? I hope it's not sitting and staring at the walls, because... I have to say, that's already starting to lose its appeal.

[Pause, then a wry smile.] Oh—I'm Tim, by the way. Looking forward to getting to know you.

zerotoawesome

Okay, so we have this masquerade coming up soon, and I don't know if you guys have been paying attention, but you're all running out of time to find dates and make plans and all that stuff.

I guess this is me looking for someone to take, and it can be totally friendly and stuff if you're not into giant rock dudes.

[He shrugs.]

I also need any guys who are in to other guys to check in, especially if they're looking for a date too, because I can hook you up with the second coolest mutant on this turtle's back, and he's gonna be too shy to do this himself.

So, fellas, hit me up for a night you probably won't forget.

[And then he disconnects...

...

Only to sign back on two minutes later.]

And I'm not the one interested in taking a guy, before you all start thinking that. I am the coolest mutant here, so that should have been a giveaway.

magicalpadawan

[There’s a young woman on your video screens today, Keeliai! Well, to be more precise, it is a purple-haired young woman in what looks to be a pile of rags, leaning heavily on a cane some distance back from the screen. She brushes some of that hair out of her face and gives the screen a slightly apprehensive look. She has to raise her voice a little to be heard, sure, but she figures that’s better than the thing possibly fizzling out mid-sentence.]

Is this on? [She pauses a moment, just to make sure. No sudden explosions, check. Time to continue. Her demeanour suddenly changes, most of that apprehension melting away into something fierce, dangerous, very nearly desperate.]

Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just scoop people out of their home worlds. How am I supposed to believe that no time passes here? Could be a Rip van Winkle kind of thing, or maybe -- [Her face sharpens as a sudden thought occurs.]

Lea. I don’t know what kind of shit you think you’re pulling, but you know I don’t have time for this. I never agreed to any of your stupid deals. I need to be home. Please.

crotcharrow

[when the video feed blinks on, Tommy is panting. It's quite obvious he's been on a run, the imprinted rings from his goggles still framing his eyes. His hair looks windswept, and he certainly doesn't look happy. As if his life could really get worse right now. There's a light hum in the background, which a keen observer would note was his fingers drumming at high speed on the table. The moment his breathing steadies, he speaks.]

--Anybody seen my brother? Looks pretty much identical to me except he wears dorky clothes, has brown hair and is a idiot.

[he pauses, a brief look of anxiety crossing over his features before he catches himself, clearing his throat.] I just wanna know if I have to save his sorry ass from some kedan gang or the llothi or whatever, because it's his turn to do dishes tonight and I'm not letting him get out of it because he totally missed last night too.

[his finger stop humming as he pauses to drag a hand through his hair, a frown creasing over his features some more.]

Lemme know if you know where he is.

[And the feed cuts out.]

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