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[Oh hey, this certain sounds like that dude who threw a huge hissy-fit over how cold it is just the other day.]

I know humans are downright fuckin' borin' and incapable a understandin' the MAJESTY a this sorta thing, but this turtle-bound metropolis ain't all that biased with who it's pickin' to bring here, so I figured I'd ask this ewen if I'll get some slack-jawed brainless answers from humans concernin' this. Takin' one for my curiosity, it seems.

[Truth be told, he's more bored than curious.]

So, do any a you other races hawe a romance that's parallel to kismesissitude? Which, I'm sure you lot ain't got the pans to understand what that means outright, so with my infinite magnanimity, I'll explain. It's like hawin' a nemesis, an' not just any ol' brinesucker that snarls at you funny. But a bona fide riwal, that which dedicates his or her existence to bein' a metaphorical thorn in your side, all contentious an' bellicose like, but newer quite aimin' to be your end. Just wantin' you around to make you miserable, to challenge you an' keep you on your fuckin' toes all proper like. In a way, they make you better than you once were, but still spit in your face while they do it.

[He lets out a sigh, it almost sounds dreamy in a way. He may be missing having a kismesis, just a little bit.]

But what you got an' they got in regards to one another ain't no mushy pity, hell no, it's all pure hatred, seethin' boilin' fuckin' ENMITY. And through your wiolent an' destructiwe black waltz, you fight, an' bloody each other up, make out a little...

[Okay... there's no maybe. He definitely misses it.]

--Anyway, so do any a you other species out there got anythin' like that, or are all you bound to a singular quadrant all borin' an' such? An' if it ain't like humans with their solely pity-based quadrant, what manner a romance do you got yourselwes?

survival_isnt_living

[This, ladies and gentlemen and anyone between or outside those definitions, is what you call a boyish grin. Septimus' green eyes gleam with light-hearted pride.

Someone is definitely far too pleased with himself.]

In the wake of the announcement about vouchers, I have a related one. [He holds up a stone, flat and about the size of his palm. Of course, he's six-four, it's quite respectable. It also has a faint tint, not quite a warm glow.] This is a firestone. Not too creatively named, I admit, but it does about what you'd expect: provides warmth.

It's not as hot or quite as pervasive as a fire--my people use the related coldstones to keep storage cool in summer, or these to keep plates warm for serving, simple things. But they ought to do just fine for smaller--and less intrusively smoky--sources of warmth. Piling a few may bolster the heat enough to let it radiate a little more, I haven't tested it.

[He feels a little bad for not thinking of the coldstone thing in summer, but those are also far more difficult to make. Firestones are fairly quick and easy.]

Anyone caring for the eggs found in Sinbrilee: if you have concerns about their well-being and want a way to provide them a little comfort, just let me know. I'll get you a few. The same offer goes to the clinics, though it may take a little more time.

It does take time and effort, including away from healing. Those I can provide. Everyone else [and here the grin turns mildly lopsided and chagrined, this whole working for a living still feels foreign after a lifetime of privilege] one or two juulan per.

[Okay he totally won't ask for it from kids or in extenuating circumstances, and probably reduce it if someone wants a lot. The offered variance is for individual discretion.]

I also have vouchers like the other clinics. As ever, come by WA-3A whenever you need to.

[[ooc: feel free to action here or handwave; if you want a log, he has a catch-all here.]]

dow

Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

disfavored

I haven't seen many new faces in the last while - but if you don't know me, I'm the Headmaster, so if you want to get involved in the school, we should talk. Things have been rather hectic lately, but I hope we can keep everything running smoothly.

[He looks down for a moment.]

Which brings me to a...more personal concern, I suppose. [He isn't used to addressing the network on such issues. Most of his posts have been announcement style, because he's so used to keeping his public image official.]

There are a lot of concerning issues brought up by the Emperor's recent announcement, to say the least. But I have to wonder, specifically, about being sent home. If we are returned back to the point we were taken from, I only have a short time left to live, and I can't be the only one in that situation. Has anyone investigated the possibility of alternative options? Would you want to take such an option, if you could?

trifurcate

[Bryn starts a video feed, revealing that she is not in fact in her suite, but rather in the Brazen Turtle on its first floor. Drink close at hand, she simply smiles a moment before leaning down, resting her elbow on the console and her chin on her hand.]

Out of curiosity, does anyone have any traditions for celebrating birthdays from their world? Or perhaps in their family? Or are there some birthdays that are more important than others? Perhaps a "coming of age" birthday or something?

[She asks because her own is coming up, and a 26th birthday is important to a Gifted. It gets her wondering what she ought to do here in Keeliai with Jhirem out of touch, making many of the traditions she'd follow a bit difficult.]

[Basic Encryption to Balthazar]

It's a little quiet here at at the bar tonight. I don't suppose I could tempt you here with a free drink and some excellent company, could I?

lineality

[The face, when it appears, is very definitely not that of Lin Beifong--but the flinty stare and the blunt, unamused tone of voice should ring a bell to anyone familiar with her.

By now she's done her research and done it well, but that doesn't make the current situation any more pleasant for her. The body she's found herself in might be taller and in far better physical condition than her own, but without her bending it feels not only foreign but confining. She curls her hands into fists, once, and slowly relaxes them again.]

I figure whoever used to have this body is in mine now, and this is the easiest way to find you.

I want to know if you have any abilities outside the range of normal that I might need to know about. [Pause.] And you might have a little trouble getting the armor off without a few pointers.

relatable

[After trying to process things for days, she's finally willing to poke herself about again. She's been mostly alone in her rooms.]

If this place is all you have, what would you do? If home isn't an option any more, what things would you want to do here?

If nothing matters... [She's tense, sounding depressed.]

I guess I should make a list of things I've never done and do them. I just don't know where to start. Or do all the things I like to do. Me and my mom used to go hiking, but I guess I can't really do that here.

[She just sort of fades off before shutting the feed off.]

solo_patria

[Hello, Turtle. Here is an Enjolras who looks a bit embarrassed that he's even started this late night/very early morning post, but well. The question he wants to ask IS actually a valid one, now that he has TIME to ask it, and he finds the current most popular phrases to be incredibly awkward or childish so..The hell with it. People have asked all sorts of questions here, haven't they? He's clearing his throat, flushing a little, then glancing into the vid directly and clearing his throat.]

A question, everyone.

I find that most of the current terms for one's...romantic friend...but more than such are either juvenile or not quite accurate. 'Boyfriend' for example, makes us sound as if we were children, 'Partner' has several connotations that do not immediately state the obvious and 'Lover' sounds particularly awkward.

[And well, they have not quite gotten to the lovers stage yet. Enjolras is hardly ready for it and still accustoming himself to the kissing and cuddling things that he never let himself seek out in life.]

When others here speak of the other piece of their soul as he is to me...what terms seem to work best for you?

[He will deny this video happened later. He really will. He just...really wishes to know and can't sleep so...here it is. Have fun with it?]

Current Mood: curious

oathwalk

[Time for your scheduled public service announcement. At his console, Richard's arms are folded and his tone level. After talking to Sadie, he has realized that they can't continue with people being ignorant of the situation.]

For those who aren't yet aware, in Sinbrilee, there are marble arches with runes on them. The gateways with runs that seem to glow with a faint light lead to the realm of Dreaming, while the gates to Death have runes oozing a black substance.

Be careful of both. The worlds both shape themselves to the minds of those within. Dreaming can be pleasant, if you are in such a state of mind, but if you are not, it can be cruel. Death is always malicious. If you come to harm in either realm, that injury may prove to be very real. [Hidden in the folds of his sleeves, his hand tightens into a fist.] In at least one case, an injury has been. It's most likely that healing magic won't work there, nor any other abilities to protect you that require Tu Vishan's energy to function.

[Richard unfolds his arms so he can brush his bangs from his eyes.] I'd like to know if anyone has done any research on the gateways themselves or the realms beyond. Given that one seems the home territory of the being we've been brought here to handle, some understanding of how to move in and out of it could be an advantage.

barebacking

Ah, such weariness upon me.

[ Those dear kedan had taught him how the use the device. It has taken a few hours but he gets the gist. No different than magic in the end. His head rests against the device for a second before he pulls back, pushing some of his hair behind one pointed ear. ]

I suppose that is to be expected. But it is nice to know that the one we shall call our emperor still stands so tall and strong... not at all burdened by having brought us here.

To think my children are brought with me, too... in the end, it is always one's children that saves them, isn't it? Gives them purpose. When fear would come to grip one's heart, one need only look at the little face and find their strength once more.

Still, I cannot seem to yet find my own. Ah, well. This is just the nature of things, isn't it? Especially when one knows that their Gods are mad.

sophos

[Annabeth's face pops up, curls a mess as usual, but considering the turtle developments, she doesn't look nearly as cross as usual?? There's the sounds of water splashing around somewhere in the suite, but she doesn't appear to care.]

It goes without saying that the turtle's health started improving at last. [Because powers! And it's swimming again!] I know various numbers of us were tasked by Evandau into investigations, and I don't know how all the other situations turned out, but Doctor Soranik Natu, Rogue, Percy Jackson, and myself found something probably worth sharing.

We were assigned with investigating a string of robberies initially, but really, the important part is we discovered a series of incomplete archways in several different homes and attempted to recreate one in its entirety.

The whole "world between Life, Death, and Dreaming" thing everyone gets on arrival? Start taking it literally, if you weren't before. Keeliai as we live in it here is the Life plane. The archway opened up a portal of a kind, and said portal took us to the Death plane.

[A blob of water floats across the screen, blurring Annabeth's face, but it's still possible to see her turn around in a huff, and from somewhere off screen there's an "Oops, sorry!" before the water flies off. She continues unperturbed.]

It was basically a version of Keeliai gone awry and ruined, everything rotting away, and we found markings in the form of some kind of blood magic, directly over where the Emperor's Palace is in this plane. Scans proved it to be kedan blood in origin, some of it fresh, and the pattern was being drawn by - you know, what we're here to fight, in a magical attempt to kill Tu Vishan. We were able to wipe the incomplete blood slate clean and stop this part of his illness before leaving the plane. [By 'we' she mostly means Ocean Jesus did A Water Thing.]

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the way in seems to be gone. The archways all disappeared once we got back, as did that particular methodology in creating them. [Melted pins ahh. A pause.] The Death plane is probably where our infamous threat is hiding. Its domain, so to speak.

Tu Vishan's health is picking up, but this - this situation here, with this thing we're up against? It's definitely not over.

kungfood

[The image displayed is of nothing human. It is, in fact, nothing more than a panda in a pair of darned pants standing straight up as if he knows no other way to stand. He’s obviously in the new “home” he’s been given, and if it’s possible for him to seem even more out of place, he somehow manages it. It’s similar but it’s not, and he’s never seen anything like the kedan before.

He’s entirely out of his element, and if it was ever doubted that a panda could display that much with expression, he’s living, standing, awkward proof that a panda can do just that.]

Uh. [Brief, something that was almost a word but never quite made it. He has no idea about these devices except for what he’s been told, and he still finds it difficult to believe. Others can see him, he can see them, and they can speak that way. How is that possible?] So. Hi. This showing a picture, right? A…a moving one, I guess. I don’t really understand, but that’s what those guys told me, so it probably does, right?

[He’s blathering. This is hardly anything new with him, and he realizes it, and that also shows. He runs a paw over his face, ears popping right back into place when it passes over them.]

Yeah, so, the introduction thing, I guess. I’m, uh, [awkward] Po [still awkward] and I’m from a place called the Valley of Peace, and [little less awkward] I never really thought that when you ascended, it was to another city. Thought of it more like another plane. But that’s okay, because you can’t ascend anything when you’re asleep, but you can apparently get trapped, and that’s pretty, uh. That really sucks. Like. It sucks a lot.

[He’s still obviously out of his element, but he stands up a little straight and stops fidgeting.]

Is there anything that whoever else here can tell me that doesn’t suck?

[Things that suck less are also wanted, and it’s after a close-up of a bear paw that the image disconnects.]

angermanaging

Preliminary results into investigation of energy transfer at nuclear level encouraging. Possible to return finite amount of energy to Tu Vishan. Ultimate effects unknown. Worth the attempt.

Looking for volunteers to aid in research. Esp. magical. Scientific, investigative, also welcome. May need runners later to deliver devices to key locations if successful.

Kara. Willing to be a guinea pig?

B. Banner

[ooc: Please READ THIS FIRST before responding!]

alderwood

[The Alderwood Commander's office is lit by a half dozen paper lanterns strung behind him, casting a dim light over the files neatly stacked to one side. He is seated, arms rested stiffly on the desk's surface. There are lines of tension in his face and his posture shows signs of general exhaustion.]

Let's skip the formalities and the obvious. [That 'obvious' reference being related to Tu Vishan coming to a stop and all powers reduced to nothing.] Time for you Foreigners to step up to bat.

[A breath in, a breath out; it's no easy to speak about what is going on.]

It's name is Malicant and it's here. Tu Vishan is too sick, too fast; the only thing strong enough to do that is Malicant. We've seen it before and it wasn't easy to push back. Killed too many, came too close with the rest, but we did it. For a time. I don't have more than that. This thing takes whatever form it wants and uses whatever means it fancies to destroy. That's it. That's what I know.

[He focuses solely on the screen.]

I trust you with the name, but don't spread it around. We don't need widespread panic in the kedan -- it'll only make your jobs harder and its power stronger.

[That's right: Your jobs. Its power.]

This won't be glamorous, but if Malicant went about its business openly, then we wouldn't be stuck here. [He'd have personally gutted it if it did. Twice.] I've got a handful of leads -- [A wry, bitter smile.] conspiracies, you'll think -- and I need you to follow-up on them. Track down the source and uncover what's wrong, then fix it. That's why you're here, so stop whining about having nothing to do.

Want to help? Report in at the precinct station at the heart of Keeliai and tell them I sent you. Bring a team or you'll be put on one, then briefed on a lead I need you to look into. Do whatever you need to get the job done.

It's a long shot, but it's all we got. [He reaches for the console's controls, then pauses.] And first one to say I hid it ought to save us all the time and just jump off the turtle. You know what I do -- anything more, and you'd think it could be predicted. It can't. [He kills the feed.]

[ooc: connection issues here, so delays on tagbacks; sorry!]

definingfuture

[Tony starts out by fidgeting in front of the console. He's apparently trying to make his shirt settle correctly, but it's a bit too small. Right. Important business.]

Someone remind me that tailored clothing is not always the way to go.

Okay, I think we need to forget powers. Let's wipe that word out for now. Let's talk about energy for a minute. These things seem to be working just fine, by the way. No interference as far as I can tell. Anyone having trouble with theirs? Anyway, just something worth noting.

Here's something interesting: Whatever is going on seems to be interfering with a broad spectrum of energy sources. Different kinds of energy which normally shouldn't have anything to do with each other. Unless we're all hooked up to the same juice, which raises a whole different set of questions.

So maybe it's a bug in the universe. Maybe we've hit some interference. This is all speculation, of course, but if that is what we've got, then it's pretty sophisticated interference. It knows how to reroute power.

hugmagnet

[Carol is seated calmly in front of the console in her suite, long hair braided and pulled over her shoulder, dressed casually in a t-shirt, her chin resting in her hand]

So no powers. Kinda sucks, I guess, but what're you gonna do? At least there's not a dinosaur chasing me this time. [She shrugs, casually, as if she's not at all bothered by the loss of her powers. She is bothered, of course, but she has other skills to defend herself with. Military and martial arts training can't be taken away from you like superpowers can be]

Anyway, the real point of this is that I'm curious. How many of our previously powered population [Alliteration!] actually know how to fight without their powers? Because apparently we're here to fight something and we have no idea how long this no powers thing is gonna last. Just, you know, for reference. And if you don't know how to fight powerless, would you be willing to learn? Actually, how many of our always unpowered population know how to fight? That's probably important. [She just kind of assumes a lot of people without powers would know how to defend themselves. That's how it works in her experience] I know someone else offered to teach and I probably could too.

Just a thought.

jirk

[Jim's sitting in his suite, wearing his command golds, looking serious as a heart attack. He's leaning forward, one hand braced against the armrest of his chair, the other fiddling with something on the console. Satisfied, he leans back more fully and nods once to the camera.]

Okay, let's get the introductions out of the way first. Name's Jim, Jim Kirk. Captain of the USS Enterprise. I serve in Starfleet in the year 2259 - Starfleet being a space-based armada focused on peaceful exploration and the discovery of new forms of life in the universe.

[There's a slight quirk to his brow, he coughs and then continues with all due charisma,]

I know there's people out there that've been here longer than I have, so I'm asking for your help - and the assistance of anyone willing. We know we're here to fight something, some of you know what and why. While I can understand the reasoning behind keeping that information to allies, I'd like to stress the fact that we're all in this together, regardless of worlds, races or creeds. This isn't something we can or should fight blind. So I'm proposing a broader alliance, a centralized repository of information, and the consideration of a unified front to face whatever's coming.

Additionally, I'm interested in the martial capabilities of the landed foreigners, any contingency plans that have been put in place to deal with the situations we're potentially facing here, and the sorts of scenarios that've been dealt with in the past.

[He exhales a little more sharply than necessary, and then he gives the camera a brief, two-fingered salute.]

Kirk out.

[and edited in after the fact, private to Kyle Rayner.]

We should talk.

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.]

imaginate

[ Hi Turtletopia, meet Kyle. He’s wearing a sleeveless deep green shirt, with the words YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A STUBBORN JERK TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS beneath the Lantern insignia. He’s leaning back in the chair, looking a lot more cheerful than he’s been over the past month. As always, he’s wearing his ring on his right hand. He’s broadcasting from an Earth Sector suite, quite utilitarian save for several maps and diagrams of flora and fauna that have been pinned to the walls, all of which are extremely detailed, a few of which are not finished.

He gives the screen a small wave and begins to speak, his tone even, matter-of-fact, self-assured. It’s not overbearing, but distinctly that of someone who, when he speaks, is used to being listened to, and obeyed. ]

Astrid Farnsworth is missing. [ A text document with her photograph and physical description is attached. There is a very brief clench of his jaw before he starts speaking again. ] If she owed you any debts, made any promises, let me know. Anyone who wants to pick up where she left off with the bakery in Water Sector now, it’s all yours.

[ Moving on. ]

Secondly, for those of you who need equipment, and don’t have the money or means to acquire it [ Constructs of a feather duster, an M16 rifle, and what looks like a portable electricity generator appear and disappear in quick succession. ] I can make pretty much anything, it’s all solid and it works just like ordinary stuff. [ Wryly: ] My sewing machines have been making your clothes for quite a while. [ Beat. ] If it’s new, don’t worry, I’m a quick learner. Size, complexity, not a problem. [ Another pause. ] It’s not permanent, just a stopgap measure if you’re in a tight spot and need a hand. Or five. [ On cue, five hands appear, wave merrily, and disappear. ]

Thirdly, if you have scanners, I’d like to know what you discovered when you tried to use them on the barrier. If you haven’t tried yet, I’d be happy to offer a lift so that we can make an attempt. To our magic users, this extends to you too. By magic, I don’t mean technology so advanced it can be misconstrued as magic, I mean [ emphasizes each word: ] actual proper magic. [ He frowns a little. ] Actually, I’d be interested to know what all of you feel specifically when you are around the barrier or trying to get through it. And just a word of advice, don’t try to fly through it. It’s pretty painful and the water’s cold. [ :/ ]

That’s all.

[ A pause. ]

Right. For those of you who’re new here. Hi. Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern Corps. Y’know. [ Self-deprecating smile. ] If you need a book moved from a tall shelf or something, the Lighthouse is at EA-3B.

[ A small two-finger salute, and signing off. ]

( non-IC cut; encrypted pings )

Current Location: EA-3B

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. ]]

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