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Sup, bitches.

_{[ Feed of Bro Strider again. Looks like the dude is still wearing his tailored leather jacket, but lacking his typical gray hat today, golden hair looking a complete mess. He runs the back of his palm over his nose, wrinkling it slightly before dropping his arm. His face, as usual, is exceptionally stoic, and as always, his pointed shades cover his eyes. ]}

—Thinking about picking a motherfucking smack down with some people who are interested in actually enhancing their fighting or defense abilities.
The catch...

_{[ He tilts his head up, then drums his fingers on his chin. ]}

—without any use of powers or abilities. Got a few of my own. Pinky-fucking-promise I won't use.
Non-projectile weapons are acceptable. Like swords.

If anyone wants to train with me, holla'.
Peace.

baniichan

[Barnaby's curls look as perfect as always (thanks for the recommendation, Monet!), and he wears a pleasant, polite expression when his feed turns on. Some people might notice that his way of speaking is measured and deliberate, as if he's quite used to having all eyes on him.]

Engineering has always been an interest of mine, especially robotics. I didn't get much time to devote to it, though, mainly because of my hero work back home. [Or, rather, he didn't allow himself the time, but...details.]

Although I have no trouble keeping myself busy these days, I still have more free time than I'm used to. Other people here can relate, I'm sure.

At any rate, would anyone be willing to lend me some technical manuals? Or, alternatively, tell me whether there's a place where I can find something like that?

Thank you.

aread

[Well this sure is a video post. It opens on Kidd, who's looking rather casually bored, dressed up in all the stolen finery one might expect of a pirate. His accent is vaguely British-y, and his tone is casually bored.]

I've heard tell this turtle of ours stops off at locations along the course of its journey. And these shores— would anyone say they at all resemble the Caribbean? Nassau, perhaps?

[He assumes otherwise, but it never hurts to ferret out little bits of information. If nothing else, mention of Nassau might weed out any who know the region and what it stands for. Stood for. He cocks his head to one side, there's maybe a hint of something predatory to his expression.]

I find it curious, aye, to be plain, that we can be so long at sea without fear of outside attack. Pirates, and the like. This place is grand enough, but hardly impregnable. Has anyone considered proper fortifications for it t'all? A blockade, perhaps, or cannons? Or something a sight more modern, I understand there's all manner of things not common to my era.

Thanks be to you, listeners.

[A casual salute, and cut feed.]

necrokinetic

[ there is a scrawny, shaggy-haired teen on the screen. he does not look particularly impressed to be on the screen. his hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket and one might wonder if that slight frown is a permanent fixture of his face. ]

What happens to the dead here?

[ out of everything, it's his most pressing question about this place. sure he's had it up to here with being unwillingly trapped anywhere, he's down a 40 ft statue, and there's a million other questions rapidly milling about in his head, but the most concerning thing right now is that lack of a certain presence — one that's almost become a staple in his life. try as he might, he can't seem to sense the underworld, which being a son of hades, is reason enough to worry. (plus there's a distinct lack in his ability to just shadow travel out of here, which he suspects might tie into the whole thing).

making a post hadn't been his first option, but since finding his suite hadn't exactly brought any new information, he'd turned to the console as a resort. ]

I need someone who can answer other questions too. Real answers. [ none of that half-answered, roundabout, dodging of the kedan. preferably the same person who brought him here, but he'll wait to see if that's going to happen as easily as he hopes. ]

traitorously

[Usually when Catty posts to the network, she's bright and full of energy. This Catty is more subdued, a distant, untouchable sort of look on her face as she looks pensively at the screen. Her head shifts a little, and as the light changes it's possible to see that her eyes have a phosphorescent sort of glow to them, like a cat's.]

I'm painting. [There's a pause, before she gives herself a little shake; a sheepish grin touches her lips, but she still seems sort of distracted] Um, what I mean is, does anyone want a portrait done? Or something else. A landscape, something totally made up, whatever. I ran out of ceiling space, and I feel like I need to keep busy right now. I wouldn't charge or anything.

snedronningen

[Fire sector may notice a slight dip in temperature within the past few hours. Whoops.

A war? Elsa had no intention of fighting a war. Not after what she had just been through. And she can’t help but feel as if she’s being used as some weapon, some ultimate means to an end, and while her ‘hosts’ had been kind enough to explain everything to her it didn’t ease her feelings of discomfort at all.

She had spent most of her first day getting used to her surroundings, trying to get accustomed to the computer interface(~~A few keys had gotten stuck to her icy fingers, but she managed with some warm water~~), searching through messages. Always adapt, that was a part of being a queen wasn’t it?

There’s a small sigh of relief when she doesn’t see her sister or anyone else she cared about among the messages posted up. There was Prince Hans, but she had tried to deal with that accordingly.

Still, she’s in a foreign place all by herself. It’s time to do the queenly thing—right?

Video flips on and she shows a bit of surprise before relaxing and speaking.]

Hello, I’m Queen Elsa of Arendelle. [She had thought about hiding her title or where she was from, but Hans had decided to announce himself to the network, it’d be far too difficult to try and cover up her own identity. She won't be mentioning the ice powers quite yet, though. Call it a force of habit.] I’m new here and could use some guidance, particularly when it comes to finding a job.

[~~How does I shot job hunt?~~ Now she’ll warm up with a smile. It’s genuine, not forced, though may a touch of tiredness will hit it.]

Also, there are so many people here from places and times I’ve never heard of, I would love to hear more about every one of you.

[That’s… not even lip service. She’d been so confined to one place in her life, that now she was curious beyond reason, wanting to hear more about everything. And once she got home, because she would get home, she could tell Anna about it.]

I hope to hear from some of you very soon. Good day.

[And after a graceful curtsy, the feed cuts off.]

(ooc| If you want to tag, but don't want spoilers mentioned around your character, please feel free to drop me a line here!)

unetrustworthy

[Somebody's in better spirits than she has been since...well...almost since she first arrived in Keelai. Spending time around her newly-hatched Turtle baby had that effect on a young girl.]

[She was even smiling.]

[Yet there was a faint hesitation behind the smile, and Midii side-eyed something just off screen several times before speaking.]

Not that I'm not grateful for the gifts...but...um...how do I say this?

I've never carried anything made of magic before. I'm...not sure I would be the best person to have it. I'm not even sure how to use it.

[Unspoken sentiment: she's slightly afraid of it.]

((ooc: In addition, the following individuals will have received a small package from Midii around Christmastime: Kyle, Eponine, Monet, Bean, Jack, Frank, Jor-El, and Damian. The girls will receive a lovely wooden jewelry box with a secure key lock, and the boys will receive a small wooden chest...with the exception of Damian, whose chest will be locked not by a simple key, but with an intricate puzzle he'll have to solve in order to get inside. Obviously custom-made))

hijackedbread

[The video shows Peeta looking idly at the screen. There's a slight disconnect from his eyes to his expression, but he seems genuinely concerned.]

The Emperor died and nothing changed. Not the things that matter. Another one just took her place. Another Snow. Another Game Maker to make more Games.

How are we supposed to fight an enemy we can't know? Ignorance makes it so easy to misplace our trust.

[There's a pause and he takes a deep breath. Then he continues in a lighter tone, although he doesn't seem to recognize the change in topics.]

Is there a bakery here? Or an army? I need something to keep my hands busy.

skybluejeep

It's official. Scott McCall and Erica Reyes have been sent home.

Just...you know. FYI.

Still working on the radio show too. Equally FYI. The show must go on, right? Freddie Mercury said it best.

nothotrod

I'll have to admit, not having any sort of mobile communication is getting pretty old, pretty fast.

[That sure is a woman on the feed, looking more than just a little flustered at a local cafe terminal she'd just accessed. Her hair looks slightly off, somehow.]

So. I'd like to get to know all the guys I'll be trying to stop the universal evil with. Maybe make up some smoke signals for when the thing attacks since comm links don't exist.

[Was she serious or just being a sarcastic ass?]

Oh, and the name's Rodimus.

["Jane Human" just doesn't seem like a convincing name. Thanks Holomatter generator, you gave it your best shot.]

bereavements

[ When Isaac comes on the screen, he's hesitant, not wanting the answer he feels like he knows he'll get. But, also more curious than anything as if allowing himself to be hopeful will pay off. ]

Hey. Isaac. For those of you that know me. So, uh, Scott McCall hasn't come back for a few days - and he isn't at his place. [ He would be able to smell him. ] Maybe he went off or, he's spent some late clinic nights...

Anybody hear from him?

[ He's around?

Right? ]

everylittlegirl

[There's a small pause. Hayley sighs. Then she speaks, already aggravated.]

How do I get to the clinic?

( Messages to: Bart Allen, Mark Grayson, Thor (MCU), Tony Stark (MCU), Loki (616) )

unetrustworthy

(~~A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so~~)

[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]

How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

corage

[Hello turtleland, it's been a while since you really saw this guy on the screen, yeah? Or not at all, considering how terrible his first post was, what with butchering his identity and all that. But regardless of that, here is he - Hal the younger, looking pretty much the same as usual, save for the troubled expression on his face.]

So, uh-- [This is so not going to end well, he knows, but, well. After that incident... he supposes he has to make some things clear before it gets worse.] --I know a lot of people have recovered from the after effects of that thing that happened during Halloween, which is cool and all, but I was wondering...

[Pauses, makes a face. Sooooo not going to end well.]

Is there anybody who's still suffering from it? Just--well, wondering. And all that. Consider a guy curious. It's up to you if you want to answer or not. I'm just asking more than anything else.

[Because this is sooooo not related to him at all. Nope. Not at all.]

kelpful

[Unsurprisingly, Percy and Annabeth are together - it’s likely no one’s seen them apart from each other for the last month or so. He has his arm curled around her waist, holding her tightly to him.

They look absolutely shattered. If exhaustion had a definition, this would be it. But there’s something settled about the, especially Percy. He no longer looks like he’s going to rip somebody’s head off, even if he does seem like he’s on the verge of falling asleep]

We made it. [His voice is hoarse, like he’s been yelling, or crying, or maybe both.] Both of us, we made it through, the whole freaking way. It was - it wasn’t - we’re okay. That’s the main part.

[Though Annabeth’s slumped into and against him, the way she’s holding him, too, is just as tight and supporting. She laughs a little after he speaks, but the sound is just as hoarse, her voice the same way.] Probably worth mentioning we shut the Doors, too. [A beat.] With Hazel, but - you know, on our side. [Something dark flashes in her face, but it’s gone, replaced once more by a relieved sort of exhaustion.] And don’t raise the alarm if we’re gone for a week.

A week and three days, for some of us. [That same darkness shades his expression, but it disappears as he smiles down at Annabeth] This is gonna make like, no sense to most of them.

[She glances up, with a bit of a look.] I really don’t care at this point.

[And then she reaches out to turn off the feed, cutting right into and silencing the sounds of Percy’s tired laughter.]

hulkintraining

[The console turns on to the sight of Teddy's anxious face and in the background the viewer can just make out the shape of a giant egg laying in a pile of blankets on the floor.]

I'm calling all turtle egg parents here. I'm a new...,uh parent I guess. Man that is really strange to say. This is my first time taking care of the egg by myself. I guess I was just wondering what are some of the ways you other egg parents take care of your egg. Like, do you ever leave your apartment? Because I have to admit the idea of walking around out there with the egg is kind of intimidating.

So...yeah. Help? Please?

[Teddy scoots in closer.]

I have another question for you guys, and this one probably applies to a wider group of people here. I know that a lot of people here have powers or special abilities that are unique to them. That's probably old news to everyone, right? What I'm interested in knowing is what kind of powers or abilities does everyone have? Think of it as a kind of survey. It might become useful in the future to know that we have twelve magic users and only two telepaths or whatever. [If not it will certainly satisfy Teddy's geeky need to categorize as many new heroes and their abilities as possible in his head. He's definitely missing Wikipedia right about now.]

You don't have to give your name if that makes you uncomfortable. Feel free to reply with an anonymous text if you want. To start things off, I'll go first. My main talent is shape-shifting. But I also have some other handy abilities like super-strength and a healing factor. [The anonymous text idea is really for people who want to keep their established secret identity a secret. Teddy feels more comfortable being open about his identity here where he's surrounded by other people with powers, but he knows there are probably others who don't feel the same.]

demon_brat

Good morning.

I believe most of you are aware of the recent... problem that some of the foreigners had, recently, becoming invisible and losing some aspect of who they are, whether physical or otherwise.

I have two questions regarding that, in an attempt to find out what happened, why, and how it can possible be prevented in the future. Of course, the primary theory for a reason is that disorder in Keeliai weakens the turtle and gives more power to the threat to it, or some variation thereof, but maybe that is imprecise - or not specific enough.

The questions are:

First, are any of you still afflicted by whatever you lost when you got shifted from phase? If not, did you notice something peculiar before, around the time of, or after the problem discontinued?

Second, [ and Damian holds up a sketch, police-style but executed very, very well, of a youngish, dark skinned kedan man, about 25-30, drawn from the description of the old couple running the museum and confirmed by them, ] have any of you seen or talked with this man? Whether you were affected by the occurrence or not.

My name is Damian Wayne, I will be here, at the [ name of the cafe ] in Earth sector until noon, feel free to find me here or ask to meet somewhere else later, if you are unwilling to discuss your answers over the consoles.

Thank you for your time.

backinakidflash

[Someone has recently spent several days out of phase and is still being a complete motormouth to make up for it.]

So autumn's really kicked it into high gear, and I was thinking that this'd be an awesome time for a bonfire on the beach. Something like the beginning of Jaws - only. Y'know. Minus the 3 ton killer shark. Thaaaaat was a terrible example. Like Pajama Party, without aliens. Um. OK. That one sucks too. There's aliens all over this turtle.

My retro movie knowledge is real limited guys. Is there a late night party in Beach Blanket Bingo? Read about it, haven't seen it. I've seen pictures of Annette Funicello though. She was pretty cute. Weird hair. She's not here, is she? A beach party with the queen of beach parties would be awesome.

So yeah. I was thinking maybe tomorrow night. Everyone's welcome. I'll bring the marshmallows. Everybody bring their own blanket and one thing to burn. I'd suggest we burn that iridescent paint, but then with my luck I'll get knocked out of this plane after my next shower and have to find another knick-knack with paint on it AND someone who knows Morse code. Again. Anyway. Attendees get two rules. We leave the beach and the ocean cleaner than we found them, and nobody mentions curfews.

Sound like a good idea to anyone else? I feel like I'm forgetting something.

[encrypted to Hayley, 50%]

Want a toasted marshmallow delivery if you don't turn up? [He puts both hands up and laughs.] Neutral location drop off. I respect privacy boundaries.

This is really just a check-in. But still serious on the sugar offer.

[Two OOC notes: 1. Sadly, I don't have time to put up a log for this tomorrow, but if anyone else wants to, feel free. 2. Bart is still under the after effects, wherein he does not remember Barry Allen. He is not aware of this.]

relatable

I know I'm not the only who went through that. [And honestly she's so tired of 'going through' things. But there's a breath.]

Guess I feel like there's pieces of me back there. Did anyone else forget someone important to them?

[Because as much as she's upset over what happened, what happened to her back home, and just her entire familial situation, losing her mother as in actually losing her made her feel even more isolated and alone. Abigail isn't one for reaching out. She barely speaks to the people who know her situation, but she'd rather not feel alone in this.]

spiderkid

[Hey there, network! Have a Spider-Man!]

So, those of you who know Spider-Man know how he's -- I'm-- always swinging around on webs, right? Well, truth of the matter is, I'm running short on the stuff and not entirely sure how to make more, so I need the help of some of our resident geniuses. I dunno, Tony Stark maybe? Somebody who's good with chemicals and technical stuff.

Let me know, I'd owe you big time.

Thanks!

Tu Shanshu

3 ϟ video

3 ☆ VIDEO

video;

oo1. video

o6 ☽ video;

01 - video (no spoilers!)

007 ✞ [VIDEO]

02. put me back together again

6 → Audio

[video]

five ☂ video ☁ and I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away

eight : i ain't finished, i'm devoted [audio]

006 ✞ [video]✞ Encrypted from Damian times a million

SECOND LIGHT // VIDEO

o7 ♆ video (house of hades spoilers)

002 | Video

video; from a cafe, not anonymous.

(no subject)

fifth hunt ✗ ( voice )

04 - Video; anonymous location

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