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This is probably going to seem like an odd question. It doesn't have anything to do with anything here as far as I know, I'm just trying to figure out some things that happened in my world before I came here. I'm getting memories back, in bits and pieces, which is at least a reassuring sign that I probably don't have any lasting brain damage, but they're still not making a lot of sense when I put them together. Maybe that's just a symptom of my life as a whole.

[ Why no, Olivia is not just thinking "out loud" at this point. Of course not. But she does have a point here:]

Nai enae kalitero anthropo apotum patera tu. Can anyone tell me what that means? Or what language it is? That's my best guess at the spelling, but it may be off - it's something someone said to me, and the person who's supposed to understand it isn't here, so...

If anyone can help me out, I'd really appreciate it.

[ OOC: For those of you with characters who speak (modern) Greek, the above phrase means "be a better man than your father". NO CONTEXT FOR YOU, because Olivia doesn't have much. ]

heinously

[ The joints of the Albel's prosthetic, abased by the ocean water, flexed in an imaginary strike. They would need to be oiled, but from where, was yet unexplored.

Ergo, it was one of the only true burdens here, all things considered. This man's voice through the network looks to rival even the most indignant of tones. ]

So, the spirit world reeks of decor and insolence. I'm of a mind to feel insulted. [ Though he had to admit, these modern niceties were useful. Network communicators, they were called. Who knew transcendental purgatory was this advanced? ] The natives, evidently, are gracious maggots. Tell me — is death capable here?

sciencewhizard

[ This was going to be a very touchy subject, he knew, long before the feed started up - touchy for him, not other people. He was sitting at his console, looking visibly tense, slight shadows under his eyes from not sleeping well the last couple of days, and his jaw set more than a little tight. His green eyes flicked over to the side, where, on a lab counter, there lay an object bundled up in blankets. Nobody would have been able to see that, however. When he had first found that... thing, he panicked and snatched it up, knowing what it could do in the wrong hands; he brought it home and put it away to be forgotten up until very recently.

His eyes flicked back to the feed. ]

So, uh. Been a while since I last chatted with most of you. [ Any other day, he might have poked fun at himself for always being late to doing things, but not today. ]

That whole mainland visit last month... I found something when I was there. Something from back home. [ And by the tone of his voice, a harsh sort of grumble, it would have been very clear that he was less than happy about its presence. ]

What I wanna know is- [ Pause. He needed a couple of seconds to order his thoughts. ]

Did any of you find something dangerous from back home while you were out there?

noneofthisnonsense

[There's an immaculate red-headed woman seated at what's obviously a Wood Sector console, the dark tones of the wooden walls setting her pale skin and fiery hair off to good effect. By contrast, her expression is cool--fairly pleasant, but Morwen is not impressed by your turtle and also is not one to hide her feelings.]

Hello to anyone who might be seeing this. [She's new to the concept of broadcast communications.] My name is Morwen and I've recently arrived. I haven't yet explored the city, and I thought I'd ask before wasting my time doing what's already been done. [She adjusts a distinctive pair of rectangular wire-rim glasses. Morwen does not approve of wasting time.]

How do I go about finding plants that are the same as the ones I'm familiar with? There are gardens here, but I don't recognize many of the cultivars. If I'm going to be trapped, I don't object to growing my own from seed, but I have specific requirements, and substitutions are...tricky.

[Magic is like that. Morwen doesn't mention she's a witch, but she's not quite clear on just how wide a spectrum of worlds are represented--or even on the concept of multiple universes--and thinks it's obvious she's asking after magical supplies.]

If anyone knows where to come by unicorn water and the like, that wouldn't go amiss, either. [And that would remove any doubt she's a magic user...if there were anyone else from her world here. She smiles, a little tightly, but it's genuine enough given how annoyed she is with what's befallen her.]

Thank you for your time, and I look forward to making your acquaintance. [She nods politely to the screen before disconnecting. Courtesy never hurts.]

aloadeddie

[So aside from poking his nose into Ariadne's network post, Arthur has been keeping a low profile since his arrival. Better to lurk, read what he can, get as much information as possible before sticking his nose out and drawing attention to himself. But eventually that line of inquiry always runs its course, so he's now at a point where he feels like he needs to say something on here or risk seeming strange and overly-reclusive. And he wouldn't want that, either.]

So what’s with the whole, “this isn’t death, or a dream, but it’s not exactly real" thing? Is anyone buying this? I didn’t die, that’s for sure, so what kind of dream could this be? [And he can’t wake up, either. He tried that. But really, this is just to see if the whole ‘dream’ thing pings anyone. He’s less interested in individual theories at this point. And it might help him figure out who here is a projection and who might be real, if he’s lucky.]

Also, while I'm sure gardening is great for some people, I'm not exactly gifted with a green thumb. I need something else to do. Back home I ran a private security firm, but I'm open to ideas.

My name is Arthur, by the way.

wholenewstory

[Cassandra's expression is quietly curious as she considers the feed.]

Was wondering - how many of you are fighters.

I'd like...more sparring partners. We could - learn from each other.

[After a moment of thoughtful silence, her brow furrows.]

If you don't know how - I could teach you.

It's...better. To be able to...to defend yourself.

controlledvariable

[Today, Steph is curled up in her chair in front of her console, dressed in light, silk pajamas, her hair piled up in a loose bun, and her expression a little weary. The observant type might notie she's pale aside from her flushed cheeks, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on her brow; the infection from the llothi claws isn't exactly getting along with her. The most noticable thing on the screen, however, is the giant teddy bear (the one hiding behind the rabbit) in her lap, Steph's arms wrapped loosely around it.]

Hey, everyone, I hope you're all keeping well and enjoying our stop on the mainland. ["enjoying" is probably the wrong word, but she can't think of a better one]

I've made a couple of trips myself, and on one of them I happened to find this. [she looks down at the bear, her smile wry] It didn't really look like it belonged out there, and I'd heard of other people finding things they owned back home, so I thought, well, it might be someone's.

If it's yours, feel free to contact me so you can come get it. I'm trusting you guys not to steal a teddy bear that doesn't belong to you. [which is why she didn't do what Damian did, with asking people to confirm the details of the item. Because she doubts anyone would claim to own a teddy bear that isn't really theirs.]

That's all from me. Have a nice day.

[And then she switches off the feed.

While the primary purpose of the message was to find the bear's owner, she also wanted to make sure her friends know she's okay; she hasn't been very active on the network since returning from her last trip, and she isn't up to contacting people individually when she's spending about 70% of her time asleep. This was easier.]

myothertights

[He can't be bothered to change the function onto anything else right now, and he might sound a little muffled. This is because Billy is currently flopped over his desk with one cheek smooshed against the surface.]

So you know what's amazing? Food. Food is amazing. And water, that's kind of amazing too. Hot water's better, especially with sore muscles.

Done enough sight seeing for the rest of my life I think.

amonfire

[ Well someone couldn't be assed to use one of the anonymous café consoles. ]

Princess Yue hasn't been seen for several days, and while doubtless that she had garnered enough affection from the other foreigners that you would likely seek her out. I believe our princess is in another world.

May those who choose to remain so content with our situation be so until you or someone you know vanishes.

usavatar

[His tone is clipped and his expression blank.]

If anyone can confirm the whereabouts of Dr. Bruce Banner, Agent Phil Coulson, or Howard Stark, please get in touch with me or one of my associates.

[A pause, and he tries to gentle his tone at least a little. It doesn't work especially well.]

A... dubious welcome to those of you joining us. If there's anything you need help with - [Strength because strength is what's needed. Emotion is not his friend right now.] I'm Captain Steve Rogers. I'll help as I can.

( For those who come to his apartment/OTA )

nogutsnoglory

I'd ask if this was some kind of weird dream, but, kinda doubt that since my dreams don't get this fuckin' elaborate. Alongside the fact it isn't the first time I woke up some place different after dyin'. Is this gonna be a fuckin' trend in my life or what? What next, a land made of ice cream or some shit?

But, yeah, [He rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully. His expression serious before he summons a smile.] kinda not the point of this post, I'm wondering if anyone can give me an actual fuckin' rundown on this place? I got some shit from those- weird guys who picked me up, but, I dunno what to believe and what not to believe.

Far as I know now, havin' runnin' water is fuckin' fantastic, holy shit. Electricity- I didn't know how much I missed this shit until I woke up here. [He laughs easily at the thought.]

I'm Eddie by the way, s'nice to meet whoever replies to this weird fuckin' thing.

grimreaping

[ Kid hasn't said much since the kedan brought him back to the city and showed him his suite in the Metal sector. But now that he's feeling more like his usual self and the heaviness is gone from his limbs and his soul perception no longer feels like a muddy haze, he activates the console in his suite with minimal trouble. Thus the feed will show a young man in a smartly dressed black suit with white accents, unusually bright gold ringed eyes, and three stark white stripes encircling the left side of his hair, ending mid-bang as sharply as if they'd been snipped clean off. His voice is measured and polite, but carries an undertone of authority. ]

May I inquire as to where the nearest full-length mirror would be located? It's urgent that I contact Death City as soon as possible.

ironwood

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