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So, we've landed somewhere else, so you know what everyone needs?

[There's some rummaging off screen before Fletch comes back with a green bag with a white cross on it. People from Earth-like worlds will know what it is.]

This is a Keelial first aid kit. It's got everything you need for roaming about strange and dangerous lands. I got everything labelled out, it's got bandages, slings, as well as a few herbal remedies that're native to the turtle. Headache remedies, blood clotting agents, stuff like that.

Each kit is four juulan, with half the proceeds going to the guild. I'll also sell replacement items, and, depending on the demand, I might offer different sizes.

So, c'mon. Be prepared and help out a worthy cause? What's there to miss out on?

aspacepirate

Oh, hey...this log...

I don't have to do that here, do I? Well, alright, that makes things slightly easier and less formal, but I guess I have to explain things again... (Not like he has been formal or proper in any of his past logs, anyway?) So, the name's Mark Watney and I'm deciding to go with the quick explanation, so if something doesn't make sense - just ask, I don't want to have to try to think of every single thing right now...

Basically, where I'm from...that version of Earth, anyway... we've been going to Mars for a little while, about 2 missions completed and mine and then at least two more after that - if they don't cancel the missions - and basically a series of weird circumstances happened coupled with a set of weird circumstances that somehow lead to me surviving - I got myself stuck on Mars. Yeah, stuck. They thought I was a dead man, but nooooo I have to like a cat with the whole nine lives thing. Or a zombie. Or some other thing... zombie would be pretty sweet, though. But not like the whole romantic comedy type.

(Mark actually tries to chuckle and manages it but he's just going to sit there and wince at the same time. Note to anyone who asks? Body slamming a detached airlock hurts after the third time, same with being thrown around like a rag doll - do not recommend if you can avoid it.) In any case, I was kind of in the middle of a situation before I woke up here and my face plate kind of got f....messed up. Sh...crap, it's not sinking in that I don't have that thing here with me. It's back in the rover. That's going to be really, really bad if I figure out how to get out of here and back to the red dusted hellhole.

(He frowns.) Well, at least it was sealed, I guess and even if I come up with a plan it's not like I'm gonna remember it, anyway, right? (But, what else is he going to do? Sit and twiddle his thumbs all day? Nah, that just sounds lame.)

In any case, you have no idea how glad I am that there are other people here. No idea at all.

(It hasn't been a day at a carnival, that's for sure.)

valyriandragon

[Daenerys is smiling, far at more at ease with her surroundings. She is wearing a new dress, which might go, in part, to explaining why her mood is lifted. There is also a Kedan lingering behind her, sipping on some brew or another. Occasionally she turns, doing a fair job of speaking to him in his own language. They laugh and even exchange a kiss.

The Dragon Queen is making close acquaintances with the natives, it seems, though anyone who knows Daenerys Targaryen should not be surprised.]

I told him who I was in my world and he insisted on having me dress according to my rank!

[Oh it hadn't been as simple as that, but she doesn't really need to spell it out, does she?]

He is also teaching me the Kedan language. I'm a good student [And then some.] and I have never had difficulty with foreign tongues.

[She leans back in her seat, hair shining and recently tended to. One might notice that she is also in the Fire Sector. Without her fully noticing, her Kedan friend plays with some of her pale strands.]

Are there places on the turtle that are unexplored?

helljumper

[He had spent the better portion of the day wandering around the city. Ducking and diving between crowds of people, and doing his best to stay out of the spotlight - which was far harder than he'd like to admit being a 'foreigner' decked out in futuristic space armor.

Needless to say, after having spent a good few hours gathering intel and having a constant stream of people talking to him about what to expect while he was stuck here (among other things), being able to sit down was a small blessing in and of itself. Something that those watching the camera's feed might be able to pick up on, as the ODST carefully leaned back in his chair, and stared up at the cafe's ceiling with a lengthy sigh.]

"Can't say I'm pleased to be here, but it's an upgrade from magical books." [Then again, giant turtles aren't really swinging in the opposite direction. Something he knows, but he'll hold his tongue on that.]

"Would say I'm impressed by how you guys have this whole welcoming stuff down to a science, but I'm still trying to comprehend most of it. Even then, there's usually a lot more going on than what's on the complimentary pamphlet."

[It's then that his visor lowers towards the screen, and a tick of silence passes by, before he's shifting forwards to properly address those behind it.]

"So, straight to the point; is there anything around here that I should be wary of? Threats, dangers, etcetera."

luckyspots

[Someone's really happy. The kind that just shows, even if you try to hide it. Not that she's trying very hard to hide it. It's not related to her message today, although it matches well with the excitement that follows.]

Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I used this thing, but a lot's happened since then. And one of those things is-- I finally have some work space for myself. So. I'd like to start putting it to some good use. That's where I'm hoping you all come in.

[Marinette is treating this as something of an interest check..]

I mentioned it before in passing, but I love sewing. Well, designing specifically. Clothes, accessories-- you name it. Whether it's recreating an old favorite or making something new a stylish, I want to offer my services to anyone interested.

And since my portfolio didn't exactly come with me, the first three people to submit a request can have them free of charge. I hope that once everyone sees what I can do, they'll be happy to trust me with their orders. It can be as specific or as vague as you want with them, but the more specific you get, the more information I'm going to need.

[...is that it? She thinks she covered everything she can think of. Well. Better make sure, just to be safe.]

Right. So. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

valyriandragon

I would like to apologize for my first impression. [This is late, she realizes, but she has spent her time well, adjusting to this world and its...peculiarities. For the sharp eyed, one might notice that she is dressed like...medical personnel? A Healer in the making?

The Queen is not above getting her hands dirty and helping others.]

I have not lived an easy life. I bite and I roar when I believe someone is taking advantage of me. Once, I cowered, you understand. I promised myself I would never do so again no matter my fear.

[Some might not understand that. She understands that too.]

In my world, I am one of four dragons; the last of my family line. Even so, I am here to serve my fellow Foreigners. My hands shall not rule in these lands; they will heal instead.

Thank you for your kindness and your patience.

holbydelboy

Look what I found.

[Fletch is postiviely glowing, grinning as he hefts a large device with a screen onto the table in front of the console. Fletch wraps an arm around it as if it was a long lost friend.]

This is a LifePak. A LifePak 15, to be precise. It's a medical monitor, and am I bloody glad to see it. Basically, it does everything; blood pressure, heart monitoring, temperature... You name it. It even acts as an automatic and manual defibrilator. I just found them in one of the curio shops. The kedan shopowner was very accomodating when I stopped him from frying himself on the charged Defib parts.

[He's still grinning. It's tech from home. Tech he can use.]

I'm donating these. One to the Healer's Guild, one to the Hotel, with the caveat that both can be used by anyone trained in them if they need to, and they can be moved between the Hotel and the Guild freely. As for training, I'm happy to give courses in how to use 'em, at a very generous rate that will go straight to the Healer's Guild, of course.

[A pause as he looks the device over.]

I need to have a word with someone who can fashion a charger for them, though. They're fully charged at the moment, but, yeah, they're battery operated. So anyone from the Metalworkers or the College fancy a challenge? Let me know. It'd be much appreciated.

backwordscompatible

[A small groan could be heard as the video feed initially turned on. Zatanna looked...slightly frazzled, but otherwise unhurt. If you didn't count the part where she was holding one side of her head in slight pain, as if dealing with a headache or migraine.]

Okay. Three things. Three...I think. Probably.

[Her stage presence had seen better days. She didn't seem to care right then.]

One. I want to go on record as stating this was definitely not me this time. Just so everyone's clear on that much.

Two. I did find the bottles responsible. Hopefully. Four total. Unstable. Long story. But I have them, and they shouldn't be causing any more trouble.

[She hesitated before the next one, giving a slight wince.]

Two--no, wait, I did two already. How many does that make it? Right. Three: ...the effects should wear off soon enough, but if you're still having some trouble come find me.

...preferably in a day or so. I'm going back to bed to sleep this off.

spoilsfun

[The video feed is empty for a moment, quickly followed by the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and a few smaller thumps as Conan climbs up and stands on the chair to reach the console.

Oh look, its the brat in glasses again.]

So, I've been here a few weeks now, and I have a few more questions.

First, does anyone know of a good place for kids to stay? I'm seven, so I don't think anyone will let me stay somewhere by myself.

Is there any kind of school here that I'm supposed to go to?

Oh! And I almost forgot to ask! How many people here work in law enforcement? Are there any detectives here? I've heard about the police force, but I was wondering if anyone did that back home!

no_light

[Oh look, it's Kylo Ren and he is looking grumpy. Wow. This has never happened before.]

If anybody knows a small annoying green creature with green hair, could you point me her way? I need to speak to her about something important.

[He hesitates before continuing, frowning at the camera for a while and apparently struggling with himself.]

I take it nobody knows what became of Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker and Galen Marek. I found their houses abandoned.

[And then it's back to annoyance again, since there is one more thing he might as well address while has everybody's attention.] As for the person who thought it amusing to send me flowers: I don't appreciate you littering my house with weeds.

purered

[Klaus appears on screen, ashen-faced and looking grimmer than usual.]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a very important announcement to make.

[He steels himself with a deep breath, as though saying what comes next just make it true.]

Mr Shudder appears to have been returned to his world. It would seem that Mr Pleasant and Mr Ravel have also been sent back.

These men were well-established within Keeliai, and their loss will be felt by many Kedan and foreigners alike. I extend my condolences to those who will feel their absence and, should you wish to talk, my door is open.

[He's quiet for a while, his eyes shut as he takes a few more slow, deep breaths. Finally he seems to have gained some semblance of his usual composure and he speaks again, his tone firm.]

There are some matters that cannot be put off while we adjust to this loss - primarily the matter of the Midnight Hotel. As many of you have noticed, the building has returned to its former state and is ill-suited to habitation without some considerable work.

The lobby, kitchen, garage, and staircases are intact, as well as the magics Mr Shudder used on them. The other rooms, however, belong to the original building and are in varying states of disuse. With some work, they can certainly be brought up to snuff, and the building itself is sound and would make for an excellent hotel in its own right. The wards and most of the furniture have gone.

Mr Shudder was... prepared for this eventuality. He left a will of sorts.

[He holds up the folded papers.]

Miss Valdis, Mr Stark - he's left you some items of significance. I would see that you receive them.

And that leaves the final matter of running the hotel. Mr Shudder has recommended myself as supervisor, and I am willing to take the position if there are no objections. If there are, I would ask only to keep things running smoothly until a decision is reached.

[He sets aside the papers and his composure once again falters. There's an uncharacteristic weariness to him.]

As of late, there have been a number of foreigners returning home. Many of us have built lasting friendships here that have crossed the boundaries of time and space. Though we may not always agree, we have found ways to work towards common goals. When chance and circumstance split us apart, it is all too easy to succumb to despair.

I speak directly now to those who are dealing with the loss of a friend or loved one. It is not weakness to grieve. It is not strength to bury your emotions behind a wall of stoicism. You are not a coward if you falter. You are not selfish for seeking help from others.

Tomorrow evening, I would welcome anyone to join me in toasting to all our departed friends and loved ones.

I thank you for your time, and bid you all well.

ruinsprofessor

[The backdrop is the Healers' Guild, mid-day. Raine looks uncommonly somber, absent much of the warmth she's had in the last month, and her eyes are red if one looks close enough.]

Solomon Wreath has returned to his world.

[Her mouth trembles. With an effort of will, she straightens it out and keeps talking, her tone as cool and remote as she can possibly make it.]

If he had unfinished business I'm unaware of, I'll try to conclude it.

Bakura, Pepper, Adrien, please stop by when you can. He--

[She can't. Raine inhales, and it's ragged; she has to take a moment before she can speak again.]

There are some things you should have. Tony, I have some data for you as well.

[Business is easier for her to handle right now. Raine shakes her head.]

I can already tell some of you are going to try to drag me away from work. Please don't. I need to be busy.

[And that's enough of that. She has work to do.]

holbydelboy

Sooooo...

[Fletch is using a console at the Healer's Guild, reclined back in his chair, looking generally thoughtful.]

I've heard from people that there used to be some sort of social gathering with all the Foreigners before the Malicant thing spread and... well, kinda destroyed most of everything. Well...

...Would anyone be interested in helping start that up again? Like, every two weeks have a sort of social night, get local businesses in who are looking to hire, invite the kedan, get everyone sort of mingling... Who knows? It might help. And god knows we all need to socialise a bit more.

[He shifts a bit.]

Now, I don't have much time to organise all this by myself, so I'd like to float the idea to other people, see if I can get some help. Kedan and Foreigner, both would be great, honestly, because then we can arrange stuff for both sides, and, to be honest, if I was just organising it, it would just be pub quizzes.

Oh, we'll also need a place to hold it, so if anyone's got a spare large conference room knocking around, that'd be great.

[He grins.]

So, come on, people. Stop being boring. Let's get out and socialise, eh? What's the harm?

justno

[Penny's sitting in a public cafe, looking as generally stoic and grumpy as ever.]

I need someone with medical skills, like a nurse or something. And someone who can prescribe drugs, or sells them. You can meet me here if you don't want to answer, but don't waste my time.

[He provides the name of the cafe and its address, then pauses. He's not the most talkative guy.]

Is there some kind of library?

shirley_templar

[When the radio clicks on, the first thing listeners might notice is the whistling of the wind, as though the person on the other end is very high up somewhere. Really, Desmond just needed to process everything, after waking up in the city. He hadn't even though to get his hand looked at, so shocked was he by what was happening.]

So uhh...I'm supposed to be dead. Someone wanna shed a little light on why I'm not? I mean...I got the whole "Welcome to the back of a Giant Turtle" spiel from the guys in that Welcome Center place, but...they wouldn't answer why I'm not a corpse right now.

[He coughs.]

I mean...I don't wanna sound ungrateful or anything, I'm glad I'm alive or whatever, but...there was a good reason why I was supposed to be dead.

generalginger

[When the video feed begins, there is a redhead frowning at the screen.]

As far as planets go, this isn't the worst place I've been to. Though I suppose this hardly counts as a planet.

[The frown deepens, and it's obvious that he is struggling to wrap his head around the fact that he has found himself here on a turtle and it's difficult to grasp.]

However, there are some deep-seated issues in this city that should be addressed. How do you expect to have any sort of progress when this place is so divided? There is strength in unity, which all of you seem to fail to see. Instead of competing with one another for power, wealth, and resources, it would be much more logical for all of you to fall in line. Some who have power and autonomy do not always deserve it, and are too feeble-minded for it. Should they cast their support in favour of those who are fit to lead, there will no longer be chaos.

If you're honest with yourself, you can admit that it's what's best for any society.

sensitively

[ The image that appears to the network is that of a young woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, a slightly confused but nevertheless determined expression on her features.

She's just woken up not too long ago on the back of a giant turtle. There's an adjustment period. ]

I'm not sure if this is the right way to go about it, but I've been informed by our hosts here that we're required to work for our keep and pay for our own needs [ food, must have food, her life has been doled out in quarter-portions for so long ], so I wanted to offer my services to anyone looking for hire.

I'm a mechanic first and foremost; my experience is with engineering and navigation of starships, but I can apply what I know to virtually almost any kind of mode of transportation — speeders, bikes, any kind of propulsion craft. I'm fairly good with my hands and am capable of building entirely with scrap. I have no preference what type of setting or location the work itself might be in; I'm very flexible. So if there is a need for it, I would appreciate hearing back about any interest.

[ the barest of pauses, and then: ] My name's Rey.

highprofilerichkid

((In response to all this nonsense.))

Yes. Milyn's alive. We faked her death so nobody would get it into their head to try again. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do, but we didn't have much time to make a decision. I'm sorry we lied to all of you.

And before anyone asks, no, we're not handing her over to anyone for any of her proven or unproven crimes. Keeliai has the right to decide if she's guilty or not and what her punishment should be, but it'll be when there's a real representative government and a real judicial system in place, and when we've figured out what the hell is going on. Not before then. Because right now, the city is basically being run by the guy who probably tried to have her assassinated. I'm not handing her over to anything less than a fair trial. That's not up for negotiation. If you've got a problem with that, you can bring it to me.

[He may not have liked this plan, but he went along with it, and it's his responsibility to own it.]

Also, if anyone's thinking of going after her again...

[There's an odd emphasis on "anyone" - Tony knows the Foreigners probably aren't the only ones listening in.]

Don't bother.

[Cold, hard, final. The message is clear: Milyn is protected.]

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holbydelboy

Haaaas anyone seen Enjolras recently?

[Fletch's concerned face appears on the console. He's frowning down at a file.]

Come to think of it, Dove's MIA, too. [Damn. He scrubs a hand over his face.] If anyone's seen them, can you get them to contact me? This is putting a huge strain on the Guild.

Uh, just a heads-up that we might be a bit overstretched until we get this sorted.

Thanks.

purrns

[Adrien appears on the console screen at the Midnight Hotel, looking more than a little perturbed. His usual mask of friendly politeness is starting to show some cracks. While the politeness remains, there's a small sense of being rattled underneath it all. Images from his dream haunt his mind and he knows, he knows they're memories. Not dreams.

Though the memories from home are bad enough; particularly those surrounding his father and the horrible realisation than the man knows more than he's letting on, the way Adrien got these memories is worrying him a lot more.]

Hello! It's Adrien.. obviously, sorry. I just wanted to check in to see if anyone else has ever had something here happen to them. I'm probably worrying over nothing.

So. I just woke up with a bunch of memories from home. Memories I definitely didn't have when I went to sleep last night. I always thought that process was different, that you-

[That you went to Milyn. But she's gone. The reminder is like a punch to the gut and Adrien grimaces in spite of himself. Maybe that's why this has happened?]

That it was different, is all. Any insight or information anyone has would be very much appreciated, thank you!

[[OOC: Adrien has indeed gone through a more unusual canon point. Yay for him.]]

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